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🧭🏥🎐 - rescue, injury, lullaby.
mammon × gen!reader. hurt/comfort. fluff.
warnings: violence committed against reader (first paragraph). mentions of blood and serious injuries. DO NOT READ if you are uncomfortable with this.
content: when you get kidnapped, mammon is the one to save you from danger, disaster, and everything in between.
back to the 500 follower event: here.
the world spun as you felt a hand grab your hair and pull your face up. you could barely tell who the perpetrators were, between the blood that flowed down your forehead and blocked your sight, and the way your eyes refused to focus at all. muffled voices echoed in your ears, but you had neither the strength nor desire to make out what they were saying. with a low groan, you dropped your chin to your chest when you felt the hand release you. how long had you been here? you didn't want to know. you didn't want to remember. your eyes fell shut, allowing you a moment of respite, before all hell broke loose.
you heard screaming coming from all around you. you fought to open your eyes, just catching a glimpse of what seemed like a tuft of white hair in the dark quickly knocking down your kidnappers. suddenly, there was a hand gripping yours, cutting through the ropes that bound your wrists together as he whispered into your ear, "i'm sorry i couldn't find you sooner."
relief flooded your chest, tears threatening to run down your cheeks as your hands were freed. "mammon," you cried weakly, eyes locking with his as he rounded the chair to stand in front of you.
"i know, i know. it's okay now. promise." mammon's jaw was tight. anger burned in his gaze like a wildfire, but his hands were gentle as he tried to wipe off the blood on your face. "i gotta get you outta here. you okay if i carry you?"
too weak to protest (and too weak to run), you nodded slowly, waiting until mammon crouched down in front of you to place your hands on his shoulders. carefully, mammon hooked an arm underneath your knees before turning you to the side and locking his other arm around your back. your own arms slipped away from his shoulders, falling onto your stomach with a worried look from the demon. "my arms- i can't keep them up for that long," you explained quietly.
the concern on his face didn't go away, but he wouldn't dare tell you to do what you couldn't. instead, mammon adjusted you to a higher position, keeping you close enough for you to rest your head on his shoulder. "bear with me for a bit." mammon pressed his lips to the crown of your head, leaving a fleeting kiss before taking off.
you knew he was fast. in fact, it was for the best that he was quick in taking you away from where you had been held. but with how quick mammon was moving, you couldn't help but wince each time he took another step. they had beaten you more than you had realised, and finally being out of the cave made you feel each and every bruise along your body. the gash on your leg made itself particularly well known as it bounced repeatedly on mammon's torso. unable to hold it anymore, you released a small cry, fingers tightening on the fabric of mammon's shirt.
the second born came to a stop, chest rising and falling as he turned to look at you. "are we being followed? hang on." he didn't dare leave a spare second of time, eyes catching on a nearby cave before he sprinted over and ducked inside. once in the cover of dark, you felt mammon shifting you in his arms, placing you down on the ground before stepping away to the entrance.
"no- mammon," you called quietly, arm trembling as you reached out to him. he made a quiet noise of concern, shuffling back to you as quick as he had left. "we're not being followed, i just..." you stopped to try and find the right words. "you were running too fast... it hurt to be carried like that." timidly, your words tapered off, feeling sorry that you had stopped him for such a reason.
but mammon only gave you a look full of guilt, blue eyes scanning your body before he pulled his leather jacket off. "i should have realised that," mammon sighed softly. you said nothing as you watched him tear his sleeve off. "sorry, if this hurts. i'm not as good at it as lucifer and levi are." you responded with a confused expression, but when mammon began to wrap the area where your leg had been wounded, you quickly understood.
you gasped at the pain that shot through your nerves, feeling thorns and brambles clawing at your skin as mammon tried to tie off the fabric that now wrapped around your thigh. you gave a feeble attempt to roll away from his touch, but gave in with a whimper when he finally managed to knot the emergency bandage in place. mammon didn't dare meet your gaze, his lower lip quivering as he realised just how badly you were injured. the few seconds of silence felt like another kind of torture.
finally, mammon exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. "we'll go when you feel better. take a nap for now."
"...you want me to sleep here?"
"you not able to?"
you felt your whole body shaking. "it's too cold."
with careful hands, mammon draped his jacket over you, then ran the backs of his fingers across your cheek lightly. "is that better?"
as much as you wanted to say yes, your shivering refused to stop. after all, his jacket was quite thin, and was doing nothing to combat the chills coming from your own body. instead of replying, you made an effort to sit up, but as soon as you managed to bring yourself upright, mammon had one hand on your back and the other on your stomach. "the hell you think you're doing? lie back down."
"i want to sit with you." your voice came out through a rasp, but the words had mammon gritting his teeth. you could practically see the internal warfare that waged in his head, but after a few heartbeats of hesitation, mammon finally resigned. he slid in between the wall of the cave and you, pulling you to sit between his legs and lean back on him. unsatisfied, you turned sideways so your legs fell on top of one of his. mammon quickly made room for your new position, allowing you to rest your cheek against his chest as he closed his arms around you. you relaxed into his hold, the fatigue finally catching up to you. yet, another part of you was still worried; afraid that your kidnappers might come and take you away a second time.
mammon, as perceptive as ever, dropped his chin to rest on your head, drawing you close. "i've got you."
you released a shaky breath, eyes falling shut as mammon began to hum a gentle melody.
goodnight, goodnight, it's time now to sleep.
the moon's watchin' over you and your dreams.
goodnight, goodnight, my sweet little one.
tomorrow, your eyes, they will light up the sun.
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a/n: trying to get back into the swing of writing... aka all the stuff on the event masterlist (⇀‸↼‶)
song lyrics are from lullaby, by sleeping at last.
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💉🌧 - sick fic, rain.
lucifer × gen!reader. fluff.
warnings: lucifer gets sick, kind of collapses, nothing serious.
content: on a rainy day, lucifer lends you his umbrella. he discovers the consequences later.
back to the 500 follower event: here.
lucifer has always been prepared for anything. even the rainy days, which are scarce in the devildom to begin with.
the rain continuously pelts against the windows of his office in RAD, rattling the frames as it fights to keep the inside world dry. quietly, lucifer overlooks the proposed curriculum for a new devildom mathematics class as you scribble away on your own assignments. the demon enjoys these moments, when neither of you can be bothered by anyone from a specific set of individuals. but the rain is only getting worse, and lucifer needs to prioritise.
“MC, are you done your work?”
you stretch your arms above your head, a soft yawn escaping you as you nod your head. “just about. should we head back?”
“yes. the rain may only get worse if we wait any longer.” lucifer hears you hum in agreement and begins to pack his own things away. the papers rustle as he slides them into a folder; a gentle sound compared to how it continues to rumble outside. he tells you he’ll wait at the front doors for you, grabbing the umbrella he keeps just in case from the shelf. you don’t take long to finish, but when you run up to meet him, lucifer can’t help but notice the way you’ve draped your uniform jacket over your head. “do i want to ask what you’re doing?”
“well…” shifting your weight from side to side, lucifer can tell you’re debating your options. “i don’t have an umbrella.” the avatar of pride shoots you an incredulous look, causing you to stutter. “look, i- it barely rains down here! you can’t just expect me to have an umbrella at the ready!”
all of a sudden, you’re pouting at lucifer, and he is at a loss for words. he scans you carefully, releasing a resigned sigh as he holds his umbrella out to you. “we’ve wasted enough time.”
you shake your jacket into its original place as you take the umbrella. “what about you?”
“i would prefer if you were protected from the rain.”
“you’ll get sick if you walk in the rain.”
“nonsense. that only applies to humans.”
lucifer learns it does not apply to only humans.
three days later, beel is knocking quietly at your door, reporting that lucifer has not been seen for the last 24 hours. you suppress a cheeky grin, promising the concerned twin that you would go and check on the eldest. you pad down the hallway in almost complete silence, the carpeted floor doing well to muffle your footsteps. your knuckles rap softly against lucifer’s door, but before you can get a response, the door creaks open by itself.
“lucifer?” you whisper into the pitch black room, waiting for your vision to adjust to the darkness as you shut the door behind you. “lucifer, where in diavolo’s name are you?” you hiss in feigned annoyance, pulling your d.d.d. out of your pocket to use the screen as a flashlight. finally, you see him; sitting on the ground, propped up against the couch rather than on the couch itself. despite the lack of lighting, you can tell that his hair is dishevelled, and his breathing comes out erratic instead of steady. carefully, you shuffle to his side, pocketing your phone so that you have both your hands free. your fingers are gentle as you brush the stray hairs out of his face, and your hands, cold to the touch, have lucifer leaning into you for a fraction of a second. “you’re burning up…”
instantly, pride returns. lucifer pulls away from you, eyes wide as he struggles to gain his bearings. “MC, my room is not one where you can come and go when you’d like,” he rasps, pulling himself up while he pretends he wasn’t just unconscious on the ground. “leave before i curse you.” the demon forces himself to his feet, face twisted in concentration as he tries not to tremble where he stands.
you straighten your back to stand next to him, arms held out in front of you in the event that lucifer fails to continue to stay upright. “you don’t look like you can curse anyone like this, lucifer.”
the air turns hot from his displeasure. “regardless, there is no reason for you to be in here.” lucifer can only manage a step before a migraine takes a hold of him. there are claws digging into his skin and a chasm splits his head in two, forcing him to his knees.
“lucifer!” you’re at his side in an instant, pulling his hands away from his head and gathering him into your arms. he gives in to you right away, his body weight pressing on you as the strength is sapped from him. his breathing, you notice, is jagged; he can barely take one full breath without it being interrupted. “lucifer, you need to lie down.” with much effort, you slide closer to the couch, counting yourself down mentally before pushing him up onto the cushions. when he groans at the movement, you can’t help but shush him softly, carding your fingers through his already mussed hair. you keep it up for a few minutes, waiting until his breathing evens out to slip away. but the eldest brother, sharp as always, calls out to you before you can leave.
“MC?”
you never thought you’d hate to hear lucifer so weak. “i’ll be right back, okay?” in record time, you run down to the kitchen to get him some water, as well as a spare rag just in case. by the time you return, lucifer is already sitting back up, dazed eyes lighting up ever so slightly when you appear in front of him. “didn’t i tell you to lie d-”
“don’t leave me.” you inhale sharply, attention snapping back from the things you gathered to the sick demon on the couch. “i won’t know what to do if you leave.”
carefully, you set your things down on the coffee table behind you. “i would never leave you, lucifer.”
“you just did.”
“i went to get you water,” you say in a low voice, reaching behind and grabbing the water bottle for him to see. “here.” lucifer waits for you to unscrew the cap before extending his hand to take it, but you shake your head ‘no’ and bring it to his lips for him. “your hands are shaking too much.”
luckily, a sick lucifer is much more agreeable than a regular lucifer, and he accepts without complaint. you watch as he slowly comes to his senses, cheeks flushed a scarlet red from both embarrassment and his sudden fever. “i’m sorry, MC. i am not myself.”
you give him a sigh, gazing at him with such stark affection that lucifer thinks he’s hallucinating again. “get some sleep then. i’ll make some food for when you wake up.”
lucifer says nothing, but instead wraps his fingers around your wrist weakly. “don’t leave.” he pauses, and you feel his grip tighten. “please,” he whispers; he begs.
unmoving, your eyes flicker from his hand on your wrist to his face. lucifer lowers his head, unwilling to return your gaze. behind you, the clock ticks rhythmically, counting the seconds that lucifer has been waiting for a response. of course, you resign, turning yourself around to sit on the edge of the couch. you swing your legs up onto the cushions, leaning back onto the arm rest so that you’re angled upwards. once you find yourself comfortable, you pull lucifer towards you, letting his head rest against your shoulder as more of his weight falls onto you. although his temperature still runs high, it’s lower than what it was when you first found him. the best thing now, you decide, is to hold him close.
you can hear the gentle patter of rain against the windows, a reminder of what landed you in this situation in the first place. but now, with lucifer peacefully dozing off in your embrace, you can’t help but think that you might never buy an umbrella at all.
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❄️💉 - snow, sick fic.
mammon × gen!reader. fluff.
warnings: mammon gets sick (nothing serious), reader implied smaller than mammon.
content: after being stuck outside, mammon falls sick very quickly.
back to the 500 follower event: here.
“mammon?! what the hell?!” you dashed over to him, doing your best to avoid slipping on the snow covered pavement. although you were glad mammon paid you occasional visits in the human world, you wished he had texted you earlier. as soon as you were close enough, you threw your arms around the demon, pulling him close. “oh my god, you’re freezing!” you immediately pulled away, taking a good look at him. his face was tinted red, maybe from staying out in the cold for too long. “you need to get inside.”
“i-i’m fine.” mammon chattered between his words, and you finally noticed the way his legs trembled.
“yeah, okay, sure,” you replied. you shoved your hand into your pockets, fishing around for your front door key. with the door finally open, you dragged mammon inside, peeling his unfortunately damp jacket away from him. “seriously, how long were you out there for?”
mammon shook his head like a wet puppy, unseen snowflakes falling from his hair. “a few hours?” he shuddered again, blowing air into his hands to bring feeling back to his fingertips.
“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered while draping his jacket over the back of a chair. “go take a shower so you can get out of those clothes.”
mammon had circled his arms around himself at this point. the way he trembled made you ache inside; he had stayed outside far longer than he should have. “i didn’t bring an extra set of clothes...”
“i always keep some here for you.”
“wait, ya do?!” the red on his cheeks deepened, and at this rate, you were scared he would end up overheating.
“yes, now go shower. i’ll drop the clothes off while you’re in there.” you practically watched the gears in his head turn. but perhaps too cold to debate any further, mammon simply nodded before rushing away. you giggled to yourself at the sight, waiting until you could hear the shower going to head into your room.
the clothes you kept for mammon were stored away in your own closet. a little collapsible cube held clothes you had stolen from him before moving back, and also clothes you had bought for him up in the human world. a fleeting thought of if mammon would recognise the hoodie you kept passed through your mind. with a grin, you pulled it out of the cube, along with a pair of grey sweats that you had also poached from him. you threw your own oversized shirt into the pile as well, hoping that mammon would be warm enough with only two layers. deciding it was probably enough, you headed over to the washroom, knocking a few times to announce your arrival. “mammon, i’m gonna leave the clothes on the counter, okay?” after you heard mammon shout out a reply, you cracked the door open, placing the clothes down before shuffling away quietly.
it didn’t take mammon much longer to finish. a few minutes later, you could hear him padding down the hallway to meet you in the kitchen. “MC?” you hummed in acknowledgement. “why’d you give me pyjamas?”
bewildered at the question, you paused your cooking to look at mammon. “you’re staying the night, aren’t you?”
mammon paused to sneeze, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand before looking back at you. “lucifer said i should come back-” another sneeze had his body taking a physical screenshot as it froze in place. “ugh- he said i should be back tonight.”
frowning, you scanned the white haired demon carefully. your instincts told you it was a bad idea to send him back home. “not happening.” you ignored mammon’s squawk of confusion, turning to the pot you had on the stove. “can you get my phone? it’s on my nightstand.” you turned the element on, pouring ingredients in as you did. some soup would be good for warming mammon up.
“here,” mammon called, coming up behind you before dangling your phone in front of your face.
chuckling, you grabbed at the phone, making sure to not let the soup spill out from the edge of the pot. you tapped your screen awake, pulling up your contacts and dialling lucifer. you didn’t give him any chance to speak; as soon as the call timer started, you were already talking. “mammon’s staying overnight, you don’t get a say in it, and i promise i’ll visit sometime. bye!”
“MC-!” lucifer shouted at you from the other side of the line, but you were hanging up before he could say anything else.
mammon laughed at the sight, throwing his arms over your shoulders as he rested his chin on your head. “only you could do that to lucifer,” he said, voice fading away at the end of his sentence.
you felt him rub his nose into your hair briefly. “you okay? you’re sounding kinda off.”
mammon tightened his grip on you as a response. “... ‘m just tired.” he slumped into you ever so slightly, causing concern to rise up in your stomach.
“go sit on the couch. soup’s almost ready.” mammon’s arm slid away from you unwillingly, and you quickly noticed how he'd begun to drag his feet rather than take full steps. demons get sick so easily in the cold, you thought to yourself. as promised, the soup was finished after a few moments, so you turned the heat down and spooned some into a bowl. shooting a glance at mammon, you saw that he had dozed off while curled up on the couch. your heart fluttered briefly at the sight, but it was another reminder that the demon was not at 100%. quietly, you walked over to him, stealing a blanket from another chair before gently shaking him awake. “mammon, wake up.” a tug at your heartstrings had your chest stinging. he hadn’t been here for long at all, yet he was already starting to look like he had been sick for days. “have some soup first, then go to bed early.”
mammon watched as you sat next to him, eyes bleary with newfound exhaustion. he didn’t bother replying, but held his hands out to receive the bowl from you. silently, you handed it to him, making sure his grip was tight before throwing the blanket around his shoulders. you adjusted the corners of the blanket carefully, practically engulfing him inside the fabric. satisfied, you smiled at mammon, gesturing to the bowl in his hands. “just a little,” you encouraged, pushing it closer to him.
mammon sighed heavily, blinking a few times before finally shifting the bowl to one hand and grabbing the spoon in the other. he ate slowly, but under your careful gaze, eventually managed to down all of it. “thanks, human,” he murmured, eyes falling closed. swiftly, you took the bowl from his hands, setting it on the coffee table. lightly, you brushed your knuckles across his cheeks; the way he leaned into your touch was endearing.
“anything for you,” you hummed in reply, grinning when his cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. “now let’s get you to bed.”
with the soup fueling him, mammon had enough strength to walk by himself. but you kept your hand floating behind him just in case. his head was foggy enough that he didn’t register you bringing him to your room until you had sat him down on your mattress. “oi, wait,” he muttered, blinking slowly as he stared at his surroundings. “this is your room, isn’t it?”
“mammon, i only have one bed here, and it happens to be mine. so, yes, this is my room.”
all of a sudden, sentience had returned to the second-born. his eyes flashed with guilt when he realised what you were implying. “where will you sleep?”
“i’ll stay in the living room. i have some work to do on my laptop anyway.”
“but-”
“no buts, mammon. you need to sleep somewhere comfortable.” you brushed his hair away from his forehead, taking a quick note of how hot he was running. “if you need anything, i’m right there.”
mammon opened his mouth again, looking like he was ready to protest. but you pushed him down, taking your duvet and covering him with it. “sleep well,” you said softly. as you left the room, you positioned the door to leave a crack. and once you had determined that mammon had drifted to sleep, you tiptoed away to the living room.
a large portion of your work ended up finished a few hours later, just around the time you heard mammon start to wake up due to coughing fits. you waited in silence for a few minutes, hoping that he would stop in a bit. but then you heard the bed groan under him, most likely from him shifting around, so you headed over to him with a glass of water in hand. mammon was already sitting up when you arrived, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath again. “mammon?” you called to him softly, pushing the door open at the same time.
“MC? sorry- did i wake you up?” he strangled the words out between harsh coughs, guilt creeping into his expression.
“i wasn’t asleep yet,” you reassured him. “water?” his hand trembled as he reached out for the glass. you decided quickly to bring it to his lips instead, carefully helping him take a drink as your other hand cupped the back of his head. as he finished, you placed the glass on your nightstand, shifting to sit next to him on the mattress.
outside, snow continued to drift down. lights from the street casted shadow snowflakes onto your curtains, allowing you to watch the snowfall comfortably. mammon kept his eyes on the curtains, his exhaustion constantly reigniting despite the way his body jolted him awake with a cough. “the snow looks nice. doesn’t feel as nice, though.”
humming in agreement, you guided him to sit further forward on the bed, quickly sliding in between him and the headboard of the bed. mammon, too delirious to say anything, turned to face you. his cheeks were still flushed, but marginally less so than earlier. you smiled at him as his eyes began to droop, waiting until his head landed on your shoulder and his torso on yours before curling your arms around his waist. your hands moved up, rubbing circles into the space between his shoulder blades soothingly as his breathing started to taper off. every so often, he would startle awake as his breath hitched in his throat, but you were quick to usher him back to sleep. eventually, you felt his entire body weight on yours, and you knew that he had fallen asleep for the night. your hand continued to move in circles absentmindedly. the feeling of mammon leaning on and depending on you made your heart full. always the one to protect you in your early days of RAD, you were glad that mammon trusted you, loved you, the same way you did. with a content sigh, you pressed your lips to the crown of his head, your smile growing tenfold when mammon unconsciously pressed further into your embrace. you carded your fingers through his hair, movements gentle and hushed; the same way the snow fell outside your window.
a/n: hello to the one who requested this and said my writing is like "coming home after a long winter's day" you should know that i cried. singlehandedly the best compliment i've ever gotten on my writing thank you so much oh my god you made my week
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💌💋 - love letter, first kiss.
satan × gen!reader. fluff.
warnings: very brief angry satan.
content: you've accidentally read satan's unfinished love letter to you.
back to the 500 follower event: here.
the sound of a bell rang distantly in your ears. you looked up from your notes with a frown, locking eyes with satan as he cast you a confused look. “MC, don’t you have devildom law in your last block?”
“ah, the study block is done already?” you flipped your d.d.d. over, taking a look at the time. “this class is going to kill me. the more he talks, the less i feel like i know,” you sighed. hastily, you gathered your papers from the table, sliding them into your folder. “pass me my textbook?”
satan leaned forward in his chair, gathering the textbook and the papers underneath it before placing them in your hands. “that teacher was always difficult,” the blond mused while he leaned back again. “if you need help with that class, just ask me. i’ll help you through it.”
your eyes lit up at the idea. “yes please.” satan didn’t expect you to say yes so easily; his eyes flickered with surprise and the tips of his ears turned pink at your eagerness. “you don’t have class this period, right? will you just stay here?”
“most likely. this library is always more peaceful than the study at home.”
“then, can i come back here and meet you after my class?” satan replied with a nod and a dismissive wave, shooing you away before you ended up late for law class.
you barely made it in time, sprinting up to the doorway just as the second bell echoed through the halls. exhaling in relief, you plopped down into your chair and settled your bag at your feet. however, your relief was short-lived. the teacher had begun handing out a surprise test, much to your dismay. but another part of you was glad you didn’t have to listen to another lecture today. by the time you finished your test, more than half of class time had passed. with nothing else to do other than watch the clock tick by, you pulled your notes out of your bag, deciding to double check that your answers for the test would suffice.
when you opened your textbook, an unfamiliar piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. you blinked at it, confused. quietly, you shifted your chair backwards just enough to reach under the desk, swiping it off the ground before straightening back up. with a curious gaze, you unfolded it, the mysterious content revealing itself to you.
My dearest MC. My dearest, MC.
I’ve spent a long time thinking about how I might tell you these things. I considered over a phone call first, thinking that my voice would get my intentions across. But then it occurred to me that if I wanted you to hear my voice, then I should tell you in person. And I realised further that I might not be brave enough to tell you these things face to face just yet. So, I thought maybe just texting you would be the way to go. It was my main plan for some time, until I saw a character in Levi’s anime reject a confession through text because it wasn’t “genuine”. I ended up stumped. At least, until I came across the idea of a love letter in a novel of mine. And so, I’m writing this love letter to you in the hopes that you’ll accept it; accept me. Ever since you’ve come to the Devildom, you’ve taught me more than any teacher, any novel or any tome ever could. Not only have you taught me practical skills, but you’ve also taught me so much emotionally, and that means more to me than anything. For anyone to brave me, the embodiment of wrath, it felt impossible. But you came in, albeit not as quietly as I would have expected a normal human to come in, and tore down the walls I hid myself in. MC, were it not for you, my relationship with my brothers would have taken much longer to improve. I am still learning how to deal with them, and how to deal with my anger, but you taught me that I am more than my anger, and that I am more than the creature that split from Lucifer. First and foremost, I need to say thank you. For being the human that you are. Though you can be chaotic, reckless, and a bit overwhelming at times, I cannot imagine a life without you in it. You’ve weaved yourself a place with me; with everyone. And now that I’ve had you for so long, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go. MC, there are a lot more things I’d like to say. But considering what kind of a letter this is, I have to at least say it once. I
the unsigned letter cut off abruptly. at some point, tears had pooled at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over onto the paper, where a name should have been left. it was no mystery as to who wrote the letter; he had most likely slid it into your textbook by accident while he was trying to help you collect your papers. suddenly, the bell rang loudly, signalling the end of class. you wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, throwing all your belongings into your bag and keeping only the letter in hand as you dashed down the hallways. halfway to the library, you saw satan peering into an empty classroom, expression rather frantic for someone who didn’t have any classes left for the day.
“satan!” you called out to him, sliding to a stop just in front of him.
“MC?” the demon shifted to face you. panic was etched into his gaze, and he had to take a quick breath to calm himself before speaking again. “i’m just looking for something right now, i can meet you in the library after i’ve-”
“is it this?” the letter swayed as you held it out to him, the words clearly visible in it’s unfolded state.
satan acted fast, tearing it from your grasp as his expression changed into something that looked like fear. “where did you get this?” his voice was low, question sounding more like a demand.
“it was in my textbook,” you said as you struggled to catch your breath. “i think you might have put it in there by accident when you were helping me pack up earlier-”
the avatar of wrath turned away from you. “go home,” he snapped, crumpling the letter into a ball.
you took a careful step towards him. “what?”
“i said, go home.” satan trembled ever so slightly, his knuckles white as he dug his nails into his palms. “forget what you read, and don’t ever bring it up to me.”
“wait a minute, let’s talk about this.” you pleaded gently, but satan was stubborn.
without warning, his horns manifested from his head, and his tail became known as it whipped against the floor with a loud crack. “i’ve already embarrassed myself enough by letting you read something that was never supposed to be read by you. i don’t need you to reject me along with it.” he glared at you from over his shoulder, eyes glinting with anger, fear, and for a split second, sorrow. “get out of my sight.”
“would you just-!” satan began stalking away, but you refused to let this, or him, go. you lunged forward, your hand catching his wrist just before he got too far. satan attempted to pull his arm free, jerking it towards himself, but you held strong. you stumbled towards him, causing you to use his body as a pillow instead of smashing directly into the wall. “just listen to me!” you shouted now, glad that hallways were vacated of students at this time of day.
“why should i?!” his voice continued to grow louder as he took a step backwards.
“because i’m not going to reject you!” finally, satan held his tongue. his eyes flashed with doubt, but for a fraction of a second, there was hope as well. “satan,” you breathed his name softly, loosening your grip on his wrist. slowly, you slid your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his. “i really, really liked what you wrote.” you watched as his stare fell to your joined hands. “i wanted to ask about the letter because it wasn’t finished. i…” heat rushed to your cheeks now that you were realising what kind of conversation this was becoming. at some point, your heart had jumped up into your throat, beating so loud that you wondered if satan could hear it. “i want to know how the letter ends.”
the storm that raged in his gaze steadily calmed, clearing into the sea of emerald that you knew so well. “you do?” for once, satan spoke meekly. wrath was gone, replaced instead with a demon who had yet to find his place in this world.
“i do.” little by little, your free hand inched up to his face, hovering just below his chin. when satan made no move to push you away, you took the leap, cupping his jaw and brushing your thumb over his cheek. “how does the letter end?”
satan made a choked sound. the way you treated him so gently was something he could never have imagined for himself. for someone like him, love was just a construct; it was an idea, meant to never fully appear in his lifetime. but here you were anyway, waiting to hear those three words that satan thought he would never get to say. “it ends with…” satan stopped to see your reaction, trying to make sure you weren’t doing this just to get him to calm down. but you remained steadfast, waiting until he was ready. “i love you.” the words tumbled out, the simple phrase stirring a barrage of emotions inside his already troubled soul.
“you know, if i wrote a letter to you, i’d end my letter with the same thing.”
“you would?”
“i would.”
satan stepped closer to you, his face close enough to yours that his breath fanned across your cheeks. he released a shaky breath, fingers tightening around you as he tried to process everything he was feeling.
“satan?” he didn’t say anything in return. instead, he cast you an expectant look; one made up of both fear and wonder. “i love you too.”
the tears fell silently, cascading down his cheeks and onto your hands. tenderly, you pulled his face even closer, smiling at him as you placed a kiss just below his eye. satan shuddered at the action, but he refused to move away. you did the same on the other side of his face, catching his teardrops before they fell to the floor. and when they stopped appearing, you leaned towards him again, lips slotting over his.
satan all but melted into you, affection as strong as his wrath beginning to sweep through him. your lips against his felt both like a tidal wave and an undisturbed lake. your love felt unconditional, unending. and although the situation was a bit chaotic, reckless, and just a bit overwhelming, satan wouldn’t trade it for anything else.
a/n: pls someone get the reference in the love letter pls pls
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🏚🏥🧭 - haunted house, injury, rescue.
beelzebub × gen!reader. angst + fluff.
warnings: based more off a haunt/horror house experience. mc walks through complete darkness most of the time, falls down a deep pit, has their ankle broken, and also gets grabbed multiple times by actors in the haunted house. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH SUCH SCENARIOS.
further warnings include the fact that this is not beta read.
content: you and beel go into a haunted house together, but end up separated.
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“guys, i know i said i’ve done haunted houses back in the human world, but…” the gaping entrance loomed in front of you, wind whispering in your ears as you stared down the attraction. “this seems a bit much.” you felt the air grow colder around you, and you could barely suppress the tremble in your legs.
next to you, satan nodded his head to the side. “look. they just came out of the haunted house.” you peered around the blond, catching a glimpse of the way the other guests clung to each other.
“they sure look traumatized,” belphie commented from behind you. “must be a pretty legit haunted house.”
“i’m just going to pretend i didn’t hear what you said,” you sighed. carefully, you took another look at the haunted house. you had read earlier that there were actors and staff inside that would do their best to scare guests, but you never imagined that it would feel so intense. “you can only go inside in pairs.” a part of you wished that you could go with everyone, but another part of you didn’t want to deal with belphie’s teasing if he saw you so scared. “beel? you and me?”
beel, in the middle of snacking, managed out an “ok” despite chewing. you relaxed on the spot, knowing that beel being next to you would make you feel safe.
your moment of respite was short; less than a minute later, you and beel were ushered inside the attraction, waving your goodbyes to the brothers you had left behind as the doors creaked shut. you were plunged into complete darkness a second later, inhaling sharply when you realised you couldn’t see beel next to you. “beel?” you hissed his name quietly, hands wandering the air to see if you could find him in the dark. much to your relief, torches flickered to life on the walls in front of you, revealing the dark hallways that seemed to go on for eternity.
“oh, MC. i thought they were about to separate us.” beel shifted his gaze around, taking in his surroundings before looking back at you. “it looks a lot bigger in here than it did outside.”
you swallowed a nervous groan, neck craning to get a better look inside. “yeah. it’s kinda freaky.” ahead, water dribbled from the ceiling onto the stone floor, causing echoes throughout the haunted house. you didn’t bother hiding your nerves anymore. quickly, you gripped onto beel’s sleeve, pulling yourself closer to him.
the demon didn’t bother asking, and began pushing you gently to stand behind him. “just stay behind me, MC.”
you nodded silently, holding tightly onto beel’s clothing as he started his way forward. you couldn’t tell how long you had been walking for. the only indication that you were moving was the way the torches faded in and out of sight as you walked on. about to bring it up, you tugged on beel’s sweater, but he shushed you before you could say anything. “sshh. there’s a dead end and two doors up ahead. i can hear someone moving around.”
“doors?” you peeked over his shoulders, spotting the doors he was talking about. “what should we do?” finally, you stepped out from behind, coming up to stand next to beel.
beel glanced from door to door, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. “let’s open the door on the right first. i didn’t hear anyone from that room.” he placed his arm in front of you, guiding you away from the door as he placed his other hand on the doorknob. you held your breath, jaw clenched as beel pushed the door open. one, two, three seconds passed, and you finally released the air in your lungs. “i guess this is the ri-” beel was cut off mid sentence, his eyes widening as he felt someone grip his wrist and drag him inside.
“beel!” you lunged after him, but the door slammed in your face before you could get a foot in the doorway. frantically, you pounded your fists on the damp wood, calling for him again. as you shouted for beel to return, the door that you hadn’t opened behind you opened with a low groan. you stiffened at the sound, feet frozen in place as you felt another presence enter the hallways. “who’s there?” you didn’t dare turn around, instead gripping onto the doorknob in front of you. your efforts were forlorn; suddenly, there was a grasp on your shoulder that you couldn’t fight, and the next thing you saw were the torches in the hall disappearing from sight.
you were pulled through a dark corridor, screaming for your life each time you felt the stranger tug you in a new direction. you tried to remind yourself that it was only a haunted house, but with how terrified you felt, you couldn’t properly bring any thoughts into existence. the hand on your shoulder soon disappeared, leaving you alone to wrestle with your fears. continuing through the darkness, you stumbled onwards, hands in front of you to feel for a wall to guide you. but you came into contact with nothing, and eventually, you felt yourself walking down a ramp. in the pitch black area, you knelt down, palms brushing over what felt like stone floors. “is there water down there…?” you pressed onwards, still occasionally calling for beel as you walked through the hallways. shivering, you took one step after the other, waiting until light finally hit your gaze. in the distance, you saw it; a torch blazed in the darkness, lighting up a new path. with newfound determination, you scrambled towards it, your footsteps echoing through the dark chamber. however, before you could get close, the floor opened up from underneath you. with a shriek, you felt yourself become weightless, before plummeting down through the new path. luckily, the drop wasn’t far, but it didn’t prevent your ankle from landing with a loud crack. you cried at the impact, pain shooting up your leg as you crumpled to the ground. another scream caught at the back of your throat, your injury preventing you from even getting another sound out. with a quiet whimper, you curled in on yourself, not noticing a figure in the dark slowly creeping up to you. you only realised it when you heard footsteps dragging across the floor. in a last ditch effort to escape, you mustered the strength to scream as loud as you could, praying to anything and anyone that beel would find you in this godforsaken maze. when you heard the figure stagger backwards, you hauled yourself up to your feet, ignoring the way your leg begged you to stop running. panicked and desperate to not get caught, you ran as fast as you could. at least, in such a situation, which wasn’t nearly as fast as an unharmed demon. in what felt like seconds, there were suddenly claws digging into your forearm. you were at your wits end. with too much happening and not enough light to see any of it, there was nothing left for you to do other than give up.
“beel,” you wailed into the dark, chest heaving as you fought back sobs. your arm went limp as the strange demon dragged you around. you practically considered yourself dead, but then you finally heard his voice from afar.
beel called your name just as frantically, if not more than you called his. by the time he reached you, you weren’t able to register his presence, too deep in your fears to hear him calling to you. but then he pulled the other demon off you, pulled you back to reality, taking a gentle hold on your shoulders as he spoke in a slow, soothing voice. “it’s okay, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” his voice, at first muffled by your own erratic heartbeat, became clear, cutting through the darkest images you had witnessed today. you exhaled shakily, bringing your hands up to feel for beel. “MC, i’m right here.” his voice sounded from above.
your lower jaw quivered as you continued to search for him. “beel, i can’t see. where are you?”
beel clicked his tongue in what seemed like anger, but he was quick to set the feeling aside. “i’m going to hold your hand for a second, so don’t be scared, okay? it’s just me.” as promised, you felt his fingers curl around yours, guiding your hand to rest on his shoulder. “MC, did he hurt you?”
you shook your head, looking down at where you would’ve been able to see your ankle if there was light. “no, but i- i fell down a pit or something earlier. i don’t think i can walk.” you felt his grip tighten around you for a split second.
“i’m going to carry you, okay? just close your eyes and we’ll be out in no time.”
at the notion of getting out, you bursted into tears, tucking yourself as close as you could to beel while he lifted you up. ever the gentle giant, beel cradled you softly, rubbing his nose into your hair every so often while he searched for the way out. he planned his steps carefully, taking extra caution to make sure you bumped into nothing as you made your way out. and eventually, light began to flood your vision again, slowly revealing a “we made it” sign at the end of the tunnel. it took a while for you to adjust to the light, having spent so much time in complete darkness. you turned your face to hide in beel’s jacket, shuddering as he shifted you in his arms to better protect you from the haunted house employees. you weren’t able to see the worker demons’ expressions, but from the way their voices shook, you couldn’t help but think they were scared.
“c-congratulations on making it out! we have special photos from hidden cameras that you can buy-”
“you hurt them.” beel cut them off with a growl, holding you even closer as he spat at the other demons. “i suggest you shut this scam of a haunted house down now before i call lucifer and have him destroy it himself.”
there was a hasty agreement and an incoherent chorus of apologies before the room fell silent again. you blinked your vision back to normal, catching the way beel’s gaze burned with anger before it was replaced with worry. “i’m sorry, MC. i should have found you quicker. i should have never let us get separated.”
reaching a hand up, you brushed over his cheek softly with your knuckles, exhaustion beginning to take over your body. “it’s okay beel,” you replied quietly. “just promise me something?”
“anything.”
your hand fell back down to rest on your own chest as you tried to press more of beel’s warmth into yourself. “please don’t leave me tonight.”
beel sighed into your hair. “i won’t leave you ever again,” he declared, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as a seal to his promise.
a/n: i can't think of words anymore i'll be trying to write conversations but then it's a mix of tagalog, japanese, korean and english and i cannot for the life of me differentiate anything anymore so tbh sorry if this isn't that great </3 but if you're here, thank you for reading this far.
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💋🥐 - first kiss, baking.
barbatos × gen!reader. fluff + slightly suggestive.
warnings: barbatos gets... real flirty.
content: when your face gets dirty while baking, how else would you clean it up if not a kiss?
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“now, we wait for the butter to melt. once it’s melted, we’ll pour the flour in.”
“got it.” you peer over barbatos’ shoulder curiously, observing as he stirs the mixture in the pot. “what are you making this for, anyway?”
barbatos steps away from the stove, reaching for the bowl of dry ingredients on the kitchen island. “the young master requested cream puffs,” he replies. as you hum in understanding, barbatos looks from side to side, lips pursed together in confusion. “you didn’t happen to see where i left my thermometer, did you?”
after making sure that the pot isn’t dangerously close to boiling, you join barbatos in the search, taking the other side of the kitchen. finally, you see it sticking out of the pile of cutlery that you had set aside earlier. “my bad, i think i hid it from you by accident,” you say sheepishly. with careful fingers, you fish it out of the pile, making sure it still turns on before handing it over to him.
barbatos gives you a look; one you can’t quite read. “how naughty of you,” he teases, turning back to the stove. behind him, you cover the lower half of your face with a hand, feeling the heat rush to your cheeks. “the butter is just about melted. MC, would you like to pour the flour in? or would you like to try mixing the dough?”
pretending that his earlier remark doesn’t faze you, you roll your sleeves up determinedly. “i can mix it!” barbatos casts you an approving gaze, watching as you stride over to him. “is that all i have to do?”
“yes, but i should warn you that choux pastry becomes very stubborn once it thickens.”
you shrug nonchalantly at the demon, grabbing a wooden spoon off the counter. “i think i’ve got this.”
“very well.” he nods at you, waiting until you’re ready to start pouring the dry ingredients in.
at first, you stir easily, everything coming together in one smooth motion. however, the stubbornness makes itself known rather quickly, soon forming into a heavy ball that you begin to struggle against. you do your best to scrape against the sides and the bottom of the pot, intent on not allowing any of the dough to burn. but the longer you mix, the more tired your arm becomes, and eventually, you’re shooting barbatos a pleading look. “please tell me this is enough mixing,” you nearly whine, movements slowing as your muscles begin to ache.
barbatos’ shoulders bounce lightly with laughter. “not quite, but allow me to do the rest.” suddenly, he steps behind you, torso pressed against your back. gently, he takes the wooden spoon out of your grasp, your fingers brushing against his own gloved ones briefly. despite it not being skin to skin, the touch is enough to send a jolt through your system. you immediately drop your gaze to the floor, hoping barbatos is too occupied to notice. you don’t know long you stay there for, but you’re pulled back to reality when you hear him speak softly. “we have to wait for this to cool before we do the next step.”
“oh, yeah, okay.” your voice wavers, and you grimace at the sound. “which is, what, exactly?”
finally, barbatos opens a path away from you, and you quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
“we’ll add the eggs in. we have to wait until it’s just around 70°C.” he sticks his thermometer into the dough, watching as the numbers shoot up past 80. “where do you have the eggs you beat earlier?”
with your brain close to haywire, you grab the bowl of eggs wordlessly, handing it over to him. you know by now that barbatos has noticed how flustered you’ve become, but you steel yourself anyway, clearing your throat as you place the bowl down on the counter next to him. “i have it here,” you strangle out.
barbatos murmurs his thanks while he transfers the dough from the pot into a mixing bowl. you fall into silence as you watch him turn the electric mixer on, stirring the dough to allow more heat to escape. every so often, he stops to check the temperature, all the way until he sees the number 70 on the reader. when it does, he stops the mixer periodically to add a bit of the egg mixture each time. you observe him quietly, rocking back and forth on your heels while he works. eventually, you’re the first to break the silence. “how do you know when that’s enough eggs?”
barbatos has a lopsided grimace on his face, eyebrows furrowed in thought before getting around to answering you. “personally… it’s a gut feeling.”
your mouth drops open at his answer. “how about professionally?”
“... i am not a professional baker.”
“i can’t believe this.” you chortle at his expression, entertained that barbatos has no set answer for you. despite your laughter, barbatos continues his work, a bit entertained himself that you think the situation is so funny. you leave him alone after that, leaning onto the counter with your elbows. you’ve never made this kind of pastry before, so you leave it to barbatos to do the delicate work and wait for him to ask you to join in again.
“this should be the right amount,” barbatos says to you. he tilts the bowl towards you so you can see it, but you can’t even tell the difference between now and two minutes ago.
“if we ever make this again, i’m counting on you,” you respond in a deflated tone.
barbatos chuckles at the remark. “you can count on me for anything you need, MC. even if it's for something other than baking.”
"oh-! uh, yeah, thanks." for the third time in one hour, your face flushes red, and you’re turning away before the butler can comment on it. “anyways! you need the piping bag now, right?”
“yes, if you could, MC.” you rush away from him, scrambling to slide the correct piping tip into the bag before hooking the bag around the edges of a small bucket. once it was ready (and your blush had faded), you head back to barbatos, waiting until he takes it from your hands to make a second piping bag. with measured movements, he pours enough of the pastry into the first bag that it fills up, but doesn’t overflow. barbatos then pulls the bag out of the bucket, twisting the open end so that it doesn’t come back out towards you when you take it from him. he repeats the process with the second bag, this time keeping it in his own hands while he grabs two baking trays from nearby. the demon places one in front of you and the other in front of himself. with a satisfied nod, he shifts to look at you, making sure you’re holding the piping bag properly before beginning his demonstration. he places a round dollop of the pastry onto the sheet, tapering it off with a circular motion.
the piped pastry reminds you briefly of whipped cream. “it looks cute.”
“i suppose it does,” barbatos muses, leaning down to look at his creation from another angle. “it’s your turn to give it a try.”
you nod resolutely, adjusting your hands to a more comfortable position before attempting to recreate what barbatos had shown you. however, he makes it look easier than it really is. by the time you’ve put five on the baking tray, you notice how none of them are as well rounded as barbatos’. you wince at the sight, but decide to press on anyway since he hadn’t said anything about your strange shapes. but when you try to squeeze another one out, the bag stops cooperating, instead causing you to press harder on the pastry. “barbatos, i think something got stuck.” before he can say anything, you turn the piping tip end towards yourself to look in it, but make the mistake of squeezing the bag at the same time. the pastry explodes onto your face with a splutter, and all you can register is barbatos calling your name out of concern.
you can hear barbatos gasp loudly before he places his own piping bag down. “in the name of diavolo… MC? are you alright?”
“fine. yep. just fine,” you mutter. your eyes are shut tight, not wanting to get any of the mixture into your eyes. “do you have a towel or anything?”
suddenly, his voice is right next to your ear. “stay still for me,” he whispers, sending a shudder down your spine. barbatos takes the exploded bag out of your hands, and a few seconds later, you feel a towel gently wiping away the pastry that had landed on your face. once the area around your eyes is clean, you blink your vision back to normal, only to wish that you had kept your eyes shut. barbatos hovers dangerously close to you, one hand on your chin and the other holding a new towel. “are you really alright? your face is quite red-”
“i-i’m okay!” you take a step back, but barbatos has you locked in his grasp. your heart pounds in your chest like it wants to be anywhere else but inside your body. meanwhile in your mind, your thoughts race endlessly, and you can barely keep your gaze from darting every which way. “barbatos, i-”
“MC, you have some more here.” you stiffen when he brushes his thumb over the corner of your lips- wait, when did he take his gloves off? and your breath catches in your throat when barbatos leans impossibly closer to you. you can feel the warmth radiating off his skin onto yours, but something in you tells you not to pull away. “may i?”
you gather your courage and make eye contact with barbatos, searching his gaze, finding nothing but affection before finally whispering “yes.”
even with your permission, barbatos treads carefully first. his lips touch where his fingers were just moments before, swiftly cleaning the pastry from your face himself. as he pulls away, you feel his tongue swipe at your lips, and your knees nearly give out at the feeling. barbatos’ hand moves from your chin down to your waist, holding you up while he presses you flush against himself. he scans your expression thoroughly, and when you blink slowly up at him, he plays his next move. barbatos brings you in closer to meet him in the middle, melding into the kiss as though you had down it a thousand times before. unlike barbatos’ usual demeanour, the kiss is sloppy; it's a little bit messy and mixed with traces of the earlier pastry explosion. but nonetheless, you find yourself drowning in his touch, his actions driven by hunger for you. when you separate, you can barely recognize barbatos’ voice as he moans at the loss of your lips on his.
you’re dizzy with desire, and so is barbatos. but you hold back long enough to tilt your head at the forgotten baking trays. “shouldn’t we finish our original task?” you ask between breaths, but you can’t help bringing yourself closer to him again.
“the young master can wait,” barbatos practically growls, leaning in to nip at your earlobe. “i would like a treat for myself, first.”
a/n: this isn't a personally inspired story from when i worked under a pâtissière... what are you talking about, i would never explode a piping bag on myself haha you're being crazy!
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🎡💋🌃 - first date, first kiss, midnight.
lucifer × gen!reader. fluff. no warnings.
content: the first of many things, and lucifer's feelings towards it all.
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when lucifer begins to fall in love, he denies it with every fibre of his being. the eldest of the seven avatars of sin has no time to deal with such a trifling matter; and yet, inviting you out to accompany him on his outings has his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. for the first time in years, lucifer is reminded how it feels to be so nervous. the notion makes him feel ridiculous, how when you walk by him, gentle smile and all, his palms become clammy under his gloves. his breath hitches in his throat when you reply to him from afar, lucifer’s own name suddenly able to cause his cheeks to flush.
the relief he feels when you say yes is akin to the relief he feels when mammon manages to stop beel from raiding the fridge. the tension in his shoulders falls away from him, and lucifer is too busy trying to hold his expression together to see your own face become rosy. he parts ways with you there, telling you he’ll come find you in your room later. as you turn around, lucifer releases a held breath, hand closing on the fabric that covers his heart. he thinks to himself that the worst of the night is over, but to his dismay, the stress has just begun.
it starts with the restaurant. everything had been going well, until the waiters put a plate of food that is nearly poisonous to a human in front of you. “take this away from them.” lucifer, observant as ever, is quick to swipe it away and shove it back to the workers, but not before you have a coughing fit that has you doubling over. the demon is by your side in an instant, rubbing up and down your back soothingly while murmuring his apologies. he keeps his hand on your back even after you’ve recovered, fingers curling into your clothing ever so slightly in worry. his touch is light, but you feel it nonetheless. lucifer bends down, kneeling close enough that he feels the warmth from your skin on his. “are you alright?” he does his best to suppress the tremble in his voice, his fears of seeing you sick or hurt far greater than he could imagine.
thankfully, you reply “i’m okay,” and lucifer quickly relaxes. but the moment is short; he stiffens up when you reach to brush his bangs away from his temple. you pretend not to notice the sharp inhale, instead letting your hand fall away from his face. “i’m not really hungry enough for dinner anymore though.”
“you’ll need to eat something eventually.” lucifer understands your hesitance, and offers another way out. “why don’t we go to that café you’ve been eyeing recently?”
the next thing to go wrong is, of course, the café. not far from closing hours, the café is mostly wiped clean of all baked goods, leaving only drinks for your choices. lucifer curses at his incompetence, pointedly ignoring that he only forgets to think about these things when you’re with him. with a sigh, he gives you a nearly defeated look. "i may have made a few errors in my calculations for tonight." lucifer waits for you to mirror the disappointment on his face, jaw tight in fearful anticipation.
but you look at him softly, and his anxiety ebbs away. "that doesn't matter. let's just grab some drinks and head out of here, hm?"
lucifer takes your hand, entwining your fingers with such care that you feel warmth spreading from the pads of your fingers to your chest. with your drinks in hand, lucifer tugs you away from the crowds on the main streets. the noise begins to fade, replaced by the tune the breeze sings as you walk on. your shared silence with lucifer is comfortable, and he never once lets you go along the way.
eventually, you reach the top of the viewpoint, and you break away from his grasp to hold onto the railing as you lean over it. “it’s always so nice late at night here, there’s never anyone else,” you breathe out, reaching out with a hand as the wind ruffles your hair ever so lightly.
“don’t lean so far forward.” lucifer shifts closer to you. and he can’t help but watch the city lights reflecting in your eyes. “now that you mention it, it is quite late.”
you slip your d.d.d. out, checking the time before pocketing it again. “just short of midnight.”
sighing, lucifer turns his gaze to the city just as you did. “a shame. a new day means i no longer have you to myself.”
your mouth opens in awe, surprised that the eldest brother can occasionally sound so childish. “don’t want to end it here?”
“perhaps i wouldn’t mind the day ending if today had been successful,” he whispers, voice low.
“well, i thought this was a really nice first date.”
lucifer can’t tell if his heart has stopped, or if it has just skipped a few beats. “first date?” he chokes the words out, confusion now scrawled across his expression.
“isn’t that what this is?” your innocence has his self control tearing at the seams. “sorry, if i got it wrong. i just- thought that it was. i mean, you even held my hand the whole way here-”
the thread holding lucifer back snaps. his hands find their rightful place just under your jaw, cupping your face gently as he takes his claim on your lips. you respond instantaneously, your own hands sliding up his torso to rest on his shoulders. his heart beats in tandem with yours, a slow and strong rhythm, fitting of his growing love for you. you only pull away when your lungs begin burning, but as you do, you feel another part of you begging for more. lucifer moves one of his hands up, brushing stray strands of hair away from your forehead before pressing his lips to yours again. you aren’t sure how long he holds you there, too lost in how lucifer has captivated you entirely. he acts with the same intensity he always has, passion and heat devouring you as he pulls you in.
lucifer finally releases you moments later, staring down at you with an expression you could only call lovesick. you’re caught in his gaze, adoration bubbling up inside you. “so it was a first date,” you say, nearly gasping for air.
“if you say so,” lucifer rumbles, tugging you into his chest as he sets his chin atop your head.
you sigh in content, taking in the moment before you feel your d.d.d. buzzing in your pocket. you shift around in lucifer’s hold just enough to slide it out, swiping away notifications when you notice the time. “it’s midnight now.”
lucifer peers at your screen. “a perfect way to start the day, wouldn’t you agree?”
a laugh rings out into the open, echoing your joy. “would you count today or yesterday as our anniversary?” you tease the question, stifling a giggle as you ask,
“no need for an anniversary. everyday is special with you,” he hums, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head.
when lucifer falls in love, he accepts it with every fibre of his being. although spare time is limited for the eldest of seven avatars, he will always carve out time in his schedule for you. for once, lucifer finds music in the wind and magic in the mundane. for once, lucifer feels like he can hold the sky in his hands. and for the first time in a long time, lucifer feels like life isn’t long enough.
a/n: idk? i'm so satisfied with this and also not at all but hey, we take what we can get. Oh, and anon who requested this one, welcome to tumblr!! thank you for dropping by ♡♡
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🏖🌅 - beach, twilight.
leviathan × gen!reader. fluff.
content: a moment where you and levi share a moment under the sunset.
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waves crashed along the shoreline, the echoes of the rushing water mixing in with your joyous laughter. at your request, diavolo had allowed you to take the brothers to his private beach for a retreat. it was your last night staying over at the beach house, which meant you and the brothers would be out in the water for as long as you could be. you stopped mid water fight to look back to shore, searching for the one who had decided playing in the water wasn’t worth his time. when you finally spotted levi, back resting against a palm tree and miniature console in hand, you sighed quietly to yourself. it wasn’t uncommon for levi to sleep short hours most nights, but during this trip, he seemed to avoid it altogether.
“hey, i’m gonna head-!” a demon-made wall of water crashed directly into your face as you turned to the crowd, causing you to splutter incoherently as you tried to spit the water out of your mouth. when your vision cleared, you gave the brothers glare, a terrifying grin forming on your face as you shifted your eyes between them. “so; who’ll be sleeping outside on the sand tonight?”
“mammon,” the brothers chorused.
the white haired demon turned heel as fast as he could. “jerks!”
by the time you left the water, the sun had started setting. it was still relatively early in the day, but the blue would fade away in no time. you found levi still sitting under the shade of the palm tree, but his console was cast to the side as he watched the waves roll in and out. your footsteps were close to silent against the sand, but the demon could still hear you from a mile away.
he turned his head to look at you, his expression weary despite the short vacation. “do you need something, MC?”
“not really.” you shrugged casually at levi, waiting for a response. when he said nothing further, you pulled a towel out from behind your back. “can i sit with you?"
levi eyed you warily, making sure that one of his other brothers wouldn’t come in screaming before shifting to the side to open a space for you to lean against the tree. “only if you want to.”
you shot him a wide smile, shuffling next to him so that you could spread the towel out. “you don’t have a towel with you?”
“i didn’t think it was necessary.” levi pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them as he set his eyes on the horizon again.
with a huff, you poked him in the side with your foot. “share with me then.”
“what for?!”
“cause i want to. now get up so i can spread it out properly.” you stood with your arms crossed, waiting until he unfolded himself to throw the blanket down under the shade, as soon as you were satisfied with the placement, you flopped down onto the cloth, gesturing to levi to join you again. his movements were stiff, still restless despite the fact that he knew he was comfortable around you. finally, he settled down, exhaustion making itself known as he leaned back against the palm tree and shut his eyes. cautiously, you leaned back as well, making sure you didn’t accidentally touch him and send him running for the hills. “when was the last time you slept, levi?”
next to you, levi sighed before rubbing his eyes with his forearm. “not since we left home.”
“what? that was almost a week ago!”
“yeah, i know.” perhaps agitated by the lack of sleep, levi began lacking the usual timidness in his voice.
seeing him so annoyed, you bit your tongue, turning away to avoid looking at his face. “sorry.”
but levi was perceptive, noticing the way your voice was tinged with an apologetic tone that he didn’t like to hear from you. he sighed again, crossing his legs so he could place his elbows on his knees. “n-no, it’s fine. sorry, i just…” he looked over his shoulder at you, waiting until you returned his gaze to speak. “it’s hard to to adjust to new places sometimes. that’s all.”
“really? even though we’re surrounded by the ocean?”
levi stopped to ponder his response, gears turning in his head as he tried to find a way to vocalise his internal struggles. “it’s just not familiar enough. you know?” he nodded his head towards the sea, glittering under the sun that was getting ready to disappear from sight. “sure, i’m a water demon, but it’s not like i have access to a beachside resort everyday. at home, there’s no sun that sets like this over the water. so in reality… all of this is still pretty new.”
you sat in silence as levi continued talking. the wind found the fringes of his hair and began to play, tousling them in a way that had you mesmerised.
“you could see the sun in the celestial realm, but i don’t think it was as pretty as this either.” your eyes widened at the mention of the celestial realm, and levi only chuckled at your reaction. “the sun didn’t set there. and if you see it all the time, it takes the wonder out of it, don’t you think? but here, on this beach, you only get to see the sun for a little bit. and even if it’s only for a little, the best part is when the sun finally starts to go down.”
levi nudged you with an elbow before pointing up at the sky again. in the time levi was talking, it had exploded into colour; hues of purple and pink were painted and weaved through the clouds, twisting and falling across the ocean. the water glistened underneath the light of the setting sun, the deep blue interrupted by a brush of scarlet and a myriad of gold. there was a shared beat of silence, only broken by a stifled yawn from levi.
“this is the only time i’ve actually felt sleepy on this trip.”
you shifted closer to him, closing the gap ever so slightly. “they say that you become sleepy when you’re with people you’re comfortable with.”
levi saw the sun in the sky, but he knew the warmth he felt blazing was from you. “they might be right,” he whispered softly, watching as the lines between earth and sky began to blur. as the sun fell from sight, levi reciprocated your touch, leaning in closer until his head could press against yours.
carefully, you pulled levi down so that his head fell on your shoulder and his hair tickled your face. slowly, his breath began to even out as the sky turned sapphire, then indigo, then black, leaving only the stars as your witness through the night.
you had yet to take in the true beauty of the celestial realm, but a part of you thought that you would never feel closer to heaven as you did right now.
a/n: idk i just love whatever genre of levi this is and maybe it's ooc but idk sometimes i just wanna pretend he's not an "omg human contact i need to jump in a lake" typa guy
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💋⭐️🌃 - first kiss, stars, midnight.
belphegor × gen!reader. fluff.
no warnings.
content: you sneak up to the human world for a night of stargazing.
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“of all people, how did you manage to convince barbatos to let us up into the human world without telling lucifer?”
“he found a rat in the castle, and i think you can guess what happened next.”
belphie snickered at the implication, trailing not far behind as you snuck through the dark towards your meeting spot with barbatos. “i thought barbatos kept that place too clean for rats to go in.”
“well…” you shot him a sheepish smile. “maybe it didn’t go in by itself.”
“you’re crazy, MC.” the youngest brother shook with laughter, barely able to stop himself just as you reached the clearing.
you ran up to barbatos first, exchanging a few more words before you nodded in agreement and came back to belphie’s side. “we have about six hours up there, and then barbatos will bring us down again.”
“that’s great and all, but you still haven’t even told me what we’re doing.” he eyed your backpack carefully, face twisted in confusion.
“and i told you earlier that it’s a surprise.” you said in a dramatic tone, rolling your eyes at him before waving to barbatos that you were ready.
barbatos gave you a sharp nod, and a second of weightlessness later, you found yourself in an open field. next to you, belphie stumbled around as he tried to gain his balance. when he finally stood steady on his feet, he scanned the field cautiously, gaze switching between you and his surroundings constantly.
eventually, he broke the silence with an awkward cough. “seriously MC, why are we here?”
“because,” you began, zipping your backpack open to reveal a bundle of blankets, “there’s a meteor shower tonight, and i thought you might like to see it.” you tugged the blankets out of your bag, throwing the biggest one out onto the grass so you could spread it out. “give me a hand.”
belphie took a second to move, but slowly started to help you set up. as you pulled another blanket out, belphie gave you a look of bewilderment, reaching to grab your backpack to look inside. “how’d you fit so much in here?” he mumbled, digging inside to grab the two pillows you had thrown in as well.
“tetris,” you hummed.
“... right.” belphie shook his head, not entirely sure what you meant, but accepting the answer anyways.
the sun was low already, leaving only about 20 minutes of daylight left until the sky turned black. you couldn’t see it from behind the line of trees that surrounded the field, but the hues of pink and purple that were strung across the sky gave you an idea about where it was. you left soft music playing from your phone, and few words were exchanged between you and belphie as the sun finally set. the purple infused sky made way for the dark expanse of night, and you watched as the stars began to flicker into existence one by one. you fell back onto the blanket, arms crossed behind your head as you tried to make out the constellations that belphie had taught you about before.
“do you remember?” belphie fell next to you, his hair brushing against your arm as he adjusted himself on the blankets.
after careful consideration, you shook your head, wanting to admit defeat rather than get something wrong. “you taught me a lot, but when i’m actually looking at the real thing, it’s a lot harder to differentiate.”
belphie chuckled softly, a smile gracing his features as he looked up at the sky. “that big one there; cygnus.”
“the swan.”
“so you do remember.”
it was your turn to laugh, swatting lightly at his arm before turning your eyes up again. “what else is there?”
“there’s another bird,” belphie said quietly, pointing up to a different area. “do you remember the name?”
“you’re testing me, and for what?” you scoff in feigned irritation, but wrack your brain for the answer anyway. “that’s the eagle, right?”
the avatar of sloth nodded slowly, and you could feel his movements against your forearm. “but what’s the name?”
with a sigh you threw your arm on top of belphie, slamming across his chest and forcing a wheeze out of him. “i give up.”
belphie poked at your side in retaliation, drawing a surprised yelp out of you as he laughed. “aquila.”
“you’re so annoying.” you heard him mutter a thanks, and you couldn’t stifle your own giggling at the remark. “the meteors should show up soon, i think.”
“i don’t mind waiting, i like just the stars too.” you shifted onto your side, propping yourself up on an elbow as you looked over at belphie. he turned his gaze towards you, stars reflecting like city lights in his gaze. “what is it?”
warmth bloomed into your chest, trailing all the way down to your fingertips. “tell me about the stars again.”
belphie wondered if you knew how flushed your cheeks were; he wondered if you could tell how fast his heart was racing. even the chill of the wind wasn’t strong enough to blow away the heat that settled on his face. “then, let me tell you about cygnus again.”
true to his name, the avatar of sloth spoke so softly that it had you on the verge of dreams. but you were determined to see the meteor shower, so you fought the weight on your eyelids as you waited for a streak of light in the sky. you didn’t know how much time had passed before belphie suddenly sat up and pointed towards the stars. “did you see it?”
and just as he spoke, it appeared again. a flash of light in the dark, extending across the galaxies for you to marvel at. you released a sigh of content, sharing awed whispers with belphie as each meteor left golden strings behind.
a heartbeat of silence passed, and a gentle touch on your shoulders appeared after. belphie laid back down onto the blanket, pulling you up to lay partly on top of him. your head fell onto his shoulder and your arm was thrown across his waist. you relaxed into the embrace, practically melting when you felt belphie thread his fingers through your hair. you all but purred at the touch, leaning even closer as he kept up the action. you stayed like that for a while, only moving when you saw your phone screen light up with the time.
“it’s midnight, belphie. we should make a wish.”
the youngest stole a glance at the time before flipping your phone to face down. “i wish tonight was a bit longer,” he whispered, looking back at the stars.
“i wish i would never forget tonight.”
underneath you, belphie positioned himself so that his face hovered just in front of yours. “what do you say about making that a promise instead?”
you blinked at the proposal, unsure of what the demon was asking. but when belphie pressed his lips onto yours, everything became clear. you were still caught off guard, but when belphie began to pull back, you chased after him, tilting your head to match his and kiss him back properly.
there was a quiet gasp of surprise from belphie before he returned the gesture. his hand found the back of your neck and brought you closer, fingers tangling in your hair as you both deepened the kiss. you were quick to reciprocate, your own hand tracing down his shoulders until they landed on his waist, grip tightening when you started to run out of air. when you both did, you finally separated, chests heaving as your foreheads pressed together. your breaths entwined together in a messy rhythm, warmth spreading over both of your faces as you locked eyes with each other.
“promise me you won’t forget tonight,” belphie exhaled, brushing his nose against yours.
“i don’t think i could forget if i wanted to,” you replied, words hushed, as you chased after his lips one more time.
a/n: grrrahhhh
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thank you for 500; the masterlist!
will be continously updating.
rules and info can be found here.
prompts can be found here.
lucifer. ═ ˎˊ˗
🎡💋🌃 - first date, first kiss, midnight.
💉🌧 - sick fic, rain.
mammon. ═ ˎˊ˗
🧭🏥🎐 - rescue, injury, lullaby.
❄️💉 - snow, sick fic.
leviathan. ═ ˎˊ˗
🏚🎡 - haunted house, first date.
🏖🌅 - beach, twilight.
💋🌌💌 - first kiss, love letter, dreams.
satan. ═ ˎˊ˗
🏚 - haunted house.
💌💋 - love letter, first kiss.
asmodeus. ═ ˎˊ˗
💌 - love letter.
💋💉🌎 - first kiss, sick fic, human world.
beelzebub. ═ ˎˊ˗
💋💌 - first kiss, love letter.
🏚🏥🧭 - haunted house, injury, rescue.
☀️💢 - sun, sparring.
belphegor. ═ ˎˊ˗
🌌☕️ - dreams, café.
💋⭐️🌃 - first kiss, stars, midnight.
diavolo. ═ ˎˊ˗
🏥👑 - injury, fantasy au.
barbatos. ═ ˎˊ˗
💋🥐 - first kiss, baking.
solomon. ═ ˎˊ˗
💋⭐️🌃 - first kiss, stars, midnight.
🧣🍁🎶 - scarves, autumn, music.
simeon. ═ ˎˊ˗
🏥🏫 - injury, classroom.
🕯- lanterns.
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thank you for 500; an event!
hi friends (´ω｀)
me when i said i was going to do a __ follower event except i'm going getting around to it now ahahah anyways! welcome to the event! i'll be posting the list of prompts a little bit later, this'll just be the instruction post so that the event masterlist doesn't get too clogged.
it'll be a series of emojis that correspond to story elements that you can ask for! you're allowed to combine up to 3 emojis too, so you can mix and match the stories heheh so basically, ask for a character + whatever emoji combo you would like me to conjure up!
note: characters you can request are the brothers and dateables. no luke (unless you plaster all over your request that it's platonic and you would like to adopt him), and no raphael, mephisto and thirteen, unfortunately. my writing cannot extend to their characters just yet.
requests are now closed, thank you everyone who participated!! see you on the finished fics ♡
all the stories will be tagged under #aris hits 500 🐈⬛
i think that's all! feel free to drop into my inbox if you wanna clarify something!
oh, and thank you for being here. consider this event my handwritten love letters to all of you from myself (´ω｀) ♡
prompt list is here.
masterlist is here.
as always, reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡
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thank you for 500; an event!
as promised, here's the list you can request from. some of these are locations, some are AU's, and some are just prompts to get me going in a certain direction. have fun with your requests, and i'll have fun too!
love letter 💌
first date 🎡
first kiss 💋
cafe ☕️
rescue🧭
baking 🥐
human world 🌎
modern au 🆕️
fantasy au 👑
music 🎶
midnight 🌃
twilight 🌅
stars 🌟
moon 🌕
sun ☀️
flight ☁️
classroom 🏫
beach 🏖
mountain 🗻
spring 🌸
summer 🌼
winter ❄️
autumn 🍁
scarves 🧣
umbrella 🌂
sparring 💢
dreams 🌌
lanterns🕯
injury 🏥
sick fic 💉
haunted house 🏚
lullaby 🎐
rain 🌧
painting 🎨
this was made in no particular order. simply the order i thought of them in. and don't ask where half these emojis came from i honestly could not tell you.
masterlist is here.
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