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Calling him “Mi Flako”.

I thought of belphie when I came up with this headcanon but I might do the rest of the brothers later. ˑ ִ ֗ < 3 This was lazy kinda so I’m sorry if it don’t make sense, hope y’all enjoy tho.♡︎

Mexican reader/mc, established relationship, a lil short fluffy headcanon. Belphegor x reader.

warning- I think some people might find the nickname offensive, and I apologize for that cause I don’t aim it to be that way. It’s just meant to be a cute lil nickname. I’m sorry if it’s offensive or its a sensitive nickname. If you’re comfortable, you can read it.< 3

Watching a movie with Belphie has always been tiring yet comfortable. Whenever you’re with him, you always feel this sense of falling asleep or just tiredness. You don’t know if it’s his powers or just because you’re relaxed and comfortable around him.

Tonight is not different, you turn your head slightly to look at Belphie. Checking if he’s still awake or asleep like usual. His eyes were droopy, he looks like he’s gonna fall asleep any minute, but in reality he’s paying attention, just his sin taking over. He feels you staring at him so he looks up to meet your eyes looking at him curiously. “Why are you staring at me like that, do I got something on my face?” He asks, his tone sleepy yet confused. You chuckle, slightly embarrassed that you didn’t realize how long you were staring at him. “Nada, just wondering if you were still awake.” He looks at you for a second before he hums and continues to lie his head back down and watch the screen. “It’s alright to admit that you like staring at me, I don’t mind.” He teases, that little shitty bastard. He looks back at you and grins at your surprised flustered reaction. “No te creas güey, solo estaba checando.” In a slightly annoyed tone, you responded. Having to deal with his teasing almost everyday can get you annoyed and irritated. He chuckles before he returns his attention back to the big screen.

A few minutes had passed after that and you realized you’re starting to get really hungry, yet feeling tired to move or walk. You don’t have the energy to get up for some snacks or a drink and just want to stay glued to the comfy bed. Founding the solution to your problem, you grinned slightly, calling for your boyfriend who’s head is on your lap. “Oye mi flako, me puedes agarrar una bolsa de chips y un vaso de agua para mi, porfis?” Trying to sound innocent enough for him to do what you ask. Turning his head slightly back to meet your eyes staring at him, he says “Mi Flako? Eso es nuevo.” He looks a little flustered, his cheeks faint pink on his pale skin. “Que? No te gusta?” you ask, trying to tease him a little further. “N-No no, not at all, just a little caught of guard..” his blush deepening even more, making him look red. You can tell he’s trying to hide it with his bangs in the way. “I don’t mind you calling me that again..I like it, it’s cute.” You chuckle at his adorable state, almost forgetting you were hungry until you heard your stomach growling. Feeling very embarrassed and sheepish, you clear your throat. “Pues me vas a traer chips o no güey?” He chuckles, “hehe..ok pues mi estrella, espérate!” Shaking your head as he gets up from your lap, looking at him with adoration. Your eyes following him, seeing him dragging himself to get some snacks for you. Adjusting yourself in a more comfortable position, you really had the urge to go to sleep so you chose to close your eyes ‘just for a few minutes’, you thought. Before you know it, you start dozing off and the last thing you remember before you fully do, you hear distant footsteps and a feeling of warm lips against your forehead. “Buenas noches, mi amor.” Really, moments like these were very special with your flaco.

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The rubble that once stood as Jeneora Rock returned to the sands from which it first was carved from cliff and stone.

"Ah sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a seed of evildoers, children that are corrupters: they have forsaken the Lord, they have provoked the Lord unto anger, they are gone away backward. Why should ye be stricken any more?"

The passage was fitting, more than so.

His Eminence had laid low his nemesis, who remained weak and powerless to stop the inevitable. So beautiful had been the cleansing flames of his righteous judgment.

Elendira had scoffed at Bluesummers, wondering aloud where he'd seen this so-called 'holy fire'.

“Fire’s bright, isn’t it? Fire’s clean. There’s a prayer in every smoldering ember, the smoke a ladder to the stars,” he replies, seemingly distracted. His voice goes soft and lilting, deep gold eyes lowering to half-mast.

The failure soon grows bored and leaves him be, hand in hand with Conrad. No matter, there was much work to be done. The Eye of Michael had brought food and medical supplies to the surrounding outposts, graciously taking in the refugees who managed to survive. Even if they had been forthcoming about their Radiance being responsible for their desolate states, he doubted the exhausted and starving folk would turn them down.

Pride, it seemed, wasn't worth much in the wasteland.

His eyes scanned the rows of potential neophytes, all gathered to a cluster of long tables to take their rationed fill of breakfast. One particular young man stood out from the rest of the huddled masses. He shared the same distant expression as his fellows, but there was something sharper to the dull gleam of his eyes. An ember that had flared into existence.

What did this broken soul seek? Was it justice or revenge? Perhaps a quiet determination to push through these lean times?

“The painful licks of bad religion in palm and feet, soot and spark- Are your flames a promise, are they freedom?” he questions no one, his voice echoing off of the hallowed walls of the emptied out chapel where they housed the needy.

Legato pauses, gently setting his gospel upon the tabletop before the apostate. His fingers splay against the symbol scrawled into the treated leather, fingernails tracing the spine in featherlight trails.

“If your flames are a mercy, then I wouldn’t mind burning.”

Closing his eyes, he huffs out a soft laugh as though admonishing himself.

"Again, I apologize for the nature of our first introduction-" he explains calmly, gracefully lowering himself onto the bench to take a seat across from his lost lamb.

"How curious that we should meet a second time, albeit under such tragic circumstances."

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there  had  been  such  a   T E T H E R E D   bond  so  long  ago:  how  they’d  play  and  plan  mischief  when  they  were  children.  he  was  the  only  sibling  she’d  spent  time  with,  though  she’d  admit  to  recalling  the  excitement  of  seeing  their  mother’s  stomach  grow --  how  she’d  longed  to  meet  elijah  and  to  find  herself  with  another  sibling  to  adore...as  cut  short  as  it  all  was.  

she’d  witness  their  betrayals  of  each  other  over  the  years,  hopeful  that  in  his  assumed  resentments  toward  his  other  siblings,  he’d  know  she  was  being  earnest  (  that  he’d  offer  some  solace  from  her  tribulations  with  dahlia  ).  “  i’m  aware  it’s  been  quite  a  long  time;  a  thousand  years  --  well,  I  wouldn’t  blame  you  if  you’d  forgotten  about  me.  ”,  she  spoke  with  a  softer  tone,  wishing  to  air  that  she  hoped  he  hadn’t  but  she’d  learnt  long  ago  now  that  hope  wasn’t  everything  it  was  cut  out  to  be. 

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—𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖲𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁？

—an: based on a certain headcanon coming up..I’m making another headcanon (for more information) on which brother knows Spanish. Credits to my dear @cosmiic-world , without u, I wouldn’t have done this fr🤧🫶🏽🫶🏽

characters included—Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

➛#01

𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 would definitely know Spanish, shit he’d probably know half the languages. He knows all the accents (you know it, Mexican, Cuban, Colombian, Dominican, Venezuelan, all of them.) When he goes to the human world and talks to a person who speaks Spanish, he says the words perfectly. Not a single mistake, no stutters or pauses.

➛#02

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 would know all the accents, the words, the slangs, everything. He probably knows more than Lucifer. He would show off to one of his brothers who wouldn’t know Spanish that much. He’s so confident and proud to know a human language. When he goes to the human world, just like Lucifer, he nails the words and accents perfectly.

➛#03

𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 would know a lil bit. He understands some words when humans speak to him in Spanish, though he does kinda struggle replying back. He only knows certain accents and slangs but would not be confident to speak it back. He doesn’t really think too much of it, though he wished he learned more.

➛#04

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 would definitely know. He studied human language before you came to the Devildom as an exchange student. He was getting ready if he was going to communicate with you so he was studying some human languages. He understands what people are saying to him, he knows the accents and slangs. When he speaks it, he’s pretty good speaking it with a certain accent. He wants to make sure he doesn’t mess up on words.

➛#05

𝐀𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐮𝐬 would know very little, a little more than what Levi knows but he’s not good like his older brothers. He doesn’t really care but he will still study it in case he goes to the human world and bumps into a person who speaks Spanish. He’d probably know the basics but that’s pretty much it. He only knows like two accents and some slangs, though he is trying to speak it well.

➛#06

𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛 would also know a little bit. He’s not pretty confident talking back but he understands what people are saying to him, only in certain accents tho. He would know the slangs but not all of them. He tried studying it but he just gave up? He would probably bring one of his brothers with him in the human world to help him translate to someone who speaks Spanish in case he bumps into one.

➛#07

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫 would definitely know too. He admired humans when he was an angel, and he visited the human world too. He had to learn the language when he bumped into humans who spoke Spanish. He was so interested about humans and their languages, that he studied almost all of them. He knows the accents, slangs, everything. He’s like Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan. He’s confident speaking it back, and when he does, he does it perfectly like his older brothers.

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More USFW hcs.

Giving Legato a sense of control is paramount.

It's going to be difficult since he's believed and internalized a bunch of bs like "what if I can't be normal about sex/enjoy it like a 'normal' person ever/am I too fucked up because of my past" etc.

He's obviously not totally sex averse, I feel like he's so used to it there's an almost autopilot/mental checkout he does when it happens. Actually enjoying stuff/being cognizant of his own feelings and reactions would be really overwhelming- like experiencing vs fantasizing and masturbating is really different. Might have to take it a bit slower at first, but I think he'd be very intense as a partner once he's found his footing.

Legato: Pussy Eating Champion 2023

Kind of a whiny/subby top.

Hates his own appearance, DO NOT compliment his looks or body worship, he will not respond well. He was constantly told he's so pretty, like his lips were made to suck dick, that he's got a nice cock/body- all that stuff from his past just would make him want to flay his own skin off so much (which he more than likely would). Anticipate desperate clothes still on/half off sex.

Possessive AND obsessive. Like, insanely so.

If you're NOT Knives, then sex would require a slow progression of ever intensifying trust/vulnerability. Sex has so many negative connotations for him and I refuse to cheapen the experiences of a CSA survivor at all just to write smut- which I RARELY do anyway, but like it is SO, SO important that when he does bang, it's totally open and communication focused and it just really embodies what sex is supposed to be for people- it's a way of connecting on an extremely intimate level. It's not some vulgar display of cruelty and power imbalance for them, it's not a business transaction or something that anyone is 'owed', it's just. letting your walls down and bringing someone in closer than you normally would with anyone else, wanting to make them feel good and safe and held and important, like being with them is more vital than breathing air- and that's beautiful.

Foreplay=Crucial. Consent, obviously needed.

Sound would also be a big kink: I feel like when he's uh, concentrating, he tends to close his eyes and focus on stuff like that. How someone is vocally responding (moaning, panting against his ear/neck, hissing, etc), or like if performing oral he's going to be loud and messy about it, or if using a toy on someone initially, like all the obscene slick lewd stuff.