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astranne · 2 years

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MY LADY BRIDE !genshin impact

pierro x fem!reader

words // 1.2k

notes // this is part of the #marry a harbinger collab @pyroxeene and i created and part of my lady wife series. the general idea has been sitting too long in my drafts, and now i finally found the motivation to actually finish this. the collab is still ongoing, so if you'd like to participate too, you still have some time!

warnings: only pierro pov, dottore and with him the usual chaos and slaughter that follows him everywhere (a mention of a bonquet made out of limbs)

extra notes // i would be very glad if as many as possible could reblog this, best with tags because i‘m not showing up there 😭 it’s my first time and right before my hiatus… i hope this will solve itself, because i really don’t have the time to worry about this now, not when we‘re flying in two days ._.

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It was the wedding of the year. No matter what the laws of Snezhnaya said, the Harbingers were royals in everyone's eyes. How could they not be, when they directly served under her Highness and led the infamous Fatui?

And when the first Harbinger, the Jester, announced that he would take a wife... it was the wedding of the year, if not the wedding of the century.

The ceremony would be attended by everyone who was anyone. Servants whispered about the most extravagant wedding they've ever seen, or well, prepared. Their words carried wide and vast, and soon nobles, rich merchants, and members of the Fatui heard of the rumors too.

Yet no one dared ask Pierro about the wedding or his future bride. They didn't want to risk his wrath, no matter how curious they were. Well, some dared to. His work colleagues all teased him for finally settling down, and all they got in response was an unimpressed glare. How else should Pierro answer the teasing of the youngest Harbinger? He didn't know much about love anyway, so he should shut his mouth, was what Pierro thought several times about Childe.

Pantalone had been a big part of the wedding preparations, so Pierro wasn't too bitter about the few teasing words that left the younger man's lips. Still, Pierro would've preferred it if they wouldn't tease him at all. There was simply no time for it. Just because he would be married soon didn't mean they could slack off with their work. And they did indeed slack off with their workloads and assigned missions.

The Fair Lady of the Harbingers didn't behave like a lady at all. Instead of getting the gnosis from Barbatos, she sent a letter from Mondstadt, full of mirth and teasing words. Pierro was very close to not inviting her to the wedding.

Dottore wasn't any better and gave him a bunch of limbs, still bleeding and making a mess of the floor. And then he had the gall to call this monsteraty a bouquet and demanded that he give it to his fiancé. He should've just chucked it right in his face, instead of telling his assistant to silently let this mess vanish.

And all the other harbingers weren’t better. Their comments and teasing words just worsened his mood the moment he saw one of them.

But it was his darling lady, his fiancé, his soon to be bride, who always calmed him down. Not that he was a temperamental man, but his fellow Harbingers always brought the worst out of him. Sometimes he asked himself why he was doing this. Sometimes he just... wanted to leave. And he could. Take his lady love and leave the harbingers. But then he watched how Childe almost set the training grounds on fire again and got chased through the palace by the Captain and couldn’t bring himself to leave. The world would end if he didn’t keep them in check.

This is why he tolerated their teasing and domineering personalities so that at the end of the day, he could finally fall into the arms of his darling lady, grumble about his day, and simply enjoy the time spent with her.

Soon they would be finally married and he could call her his lady wife, his love, simply his. And yet, every time he thought about the moment he would call her his wife, his mouth went dry and his heart started beating faster. He was nervous, oh so nervous- what if something went wrong? There could be so much going wrong, and Pierro wanted this to be the perfect day for his love, so she could always think back and remember their wedding day with a smile.

But he couldn’t show it. His face carried the usual scowl, only melting into a small smile when he saw his love. He had to be steady and calm. He was her husband and the strong man in her life. Not that his wife to be needed any protection, but the instinct was still in him. Arlecchino would tell him to knock it off and stop behaving like the stereotypical, overprotective husband. And he knows he is, and he knows he shouldn't be, it was wrong of him to do so.

Of course, he knows this. His lady was strong, a powerful woman in her own right, and yet…and yet he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe and satiated, without any complaints. It was his duty as a husband, his duty to love, cherish, and protect her. And he would. This he promised himself the moment it became clear he would marry her.

—

When the day of the wedding finally came, Pierro planned to prepare himself alone. He could clothe himself. He has always done it.

But then his fellow Harbingers barged into his room, chattering with each other and carrying packages upon packages with them.

"What are you doing?" Pierro hissed. Then he started slowly backing away from Signora’s disapproving gaze at his choice of clothing.

"We’re here to save the day," chirped Columbia, and started humming one of the many tunes he had chosen for the wedding.

"No", he refused, batting Arlecchino’s hands from his hair.

"We definitely need to fix this," mused Pantalone, and started opening the packages they brought in. Then he went through coats and alternations of their harbinger uniforms, always picking them up and holding them in the air, only to put them away after a few seconds.

Pierro sighed and prepared for an exhausting morning, while the harbingers around him chattered and chirped away, eyes gleaming with mirth. They knew exactly that he didn’t want them here, and yet they ignored his silent wish for peace.

—

Time passed fast, and before Pierro truly realized it, he stood in front of his majesty, for she would be the one to bless his marriage. Behind him, people whispered and pointed, awed at the extravagance of his wedding.

And suddenly, the nerves hit. His breath hitched, his hands started shaking, and he started to feel uneasy. He would marry the woman he loved, link himself with her, exchange vows for life-

The sharp gaze of the Tsaritsa pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts and he took a deep breath. He couldn’t hesitate now. He had to stay strong and steady for his wife to be.

—

His eyes widened when the doors of the hall finally opened and his darling lady finally showed her in her wedding dress. Her steps were slow, her long veil being carried by two young children, and her white dress falling and folding like a river, trailing after her elegant person.

A small smile was on her face, her hands full with a bouquet of roses, which she passed to one of the children accompanying her. She took his offered hand, stepping next to his right side.

"You are beautiful," he whispered, and the radiant smile she gave in return almost made him gasp. A smile full of love, directed at him. He would marry her; he is marrying her. His lady, his darling, his wife. The woman he will live with from today until his death.

—

And so he spoke his vow, to love and cherish her, to protect and take care of her, till the end of his days.

ASTRANNE 2022

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defectivevillain · 1 year

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bathed in moonlight

pairing: barbatos x masc!reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

word count: 5.2k [ao3 version here]

I write content for trans-masculine, nonbinary, gender fluid, and other similar identities that are underrepresented in fiction.

As Lord Diavolo’s younger brother, you find yourself in a lot of interesting situations. You’re essentially Diavolo’s right-hand, providing him guidance as an impromptu advisor. Despite the fact that he’s two years older than you, he seems to genuinely appreciate your proffered knowledge. Before long, you’re having daily meetings with Diavolo about the status of the Devildom.

Overall, Diavolo is a great older brother. However, he’s a little bit overprotective. He hardly lets you go anywhere without notifying him in advance. He even insists on walking you to school. You’ve long grown used to your older brother’s protective tendencies. At least, that’s what you thought. So, when Diavolo calls you in for an afternoon meeting, you don’t expect anything out of the ordinary.

“Barbatos will be assisting you, starting tomorrow.”

You scuff your shoe against the carpet and continue thinking. What could this meeting possibly be about? Diavolo had summoned you when you were in the middle of doing schoolwork. You sure hope this is important- Wait... Barbatos will be assisting you, starting tomorrow. Your mind finally catches up and you stare at your brother in complete and utter disbelief. There’s no hint of emotion anywhere across Diavolo’s frame. You squint at him and he returns your attention with an unimpressed gaze.

“Why?” You manage to choke out, trying to find an answer in Diavolo’s posture or expression. Frustratingly enough, your brother appears to be a blank canvas- save for the irritatingly understanding smile he’s wearing.

“You don’t need guidance or assistance, of course,” Diavolo continues. His remark was entirely unexpected, you have to admit. It’s entirely unneeded, furthermore. You’re perfectly comfortable with voicing that sentiment and you do so. Diavolo just sighs. “It’s for your own protection.”

“Barbatos isn’t a bodyguard,” you argue, beginning to feel as if the conversation has already finished. Sure enough, Diavolo doesn’t seem willing to budge on the subject. You can’t help but wonder if he even discussed this with Barbatos. Barbatos seems pretty content working under Diavolo. You don’t necessarily want to ruin that.

“Barbatos has been immensely helpful to me,” Diavolo continues, immune to your dissent. You resist the compelling urge to roll your eyes. “I’m sure that he will help you, too.” You frown at that. What exactly does he presume you need help with? You’ve been handling your duties wonderfully so far.

“I don’t need help,” you reply stubbornly, crossing your arms over your chest defensively. You can’t help but wonder what prompted the idea in your brother’s mind in the first place. From what you know, Barbatos assists Diavolo with a lot of his more important tasks. The most responsibility Diavolo has ever relegated you with is answering some of his letters. Safe to say, a servant- especially one as competent as Barbatos- would be entirely unnecessary for you.

“Alas, you never ask for it, dear brother of mine,” Diavolo shakes his head, looking down at his desk. He’s rolling a pen back and forth for a moment, before he evidently breaks out of his reverie. “Anyway. Expect Barbatos to be in your company at all times, starting tomorrow.” At all times? Great. You take a deep breath in. Against your premonitions, you bite down your arguments and remain silent- instead deigning to nod stiffly.

Surely enough, the next morning, Barbatos is waiting at your door. You let him into your private quarters and sit back down on the armchair you were sitting on. There’s a book on the side table and you grab it once more, flipping it open to the page you left off on. You’re sure that Barbatos is bored out of his mind right now, but it serves Diavolo right. The servant will surely go away once he realizes that he isn’t needed. Ultimately, this is all a mistake. It won’t take Diavolo or Barbatos very long to realize that.

An hour passes and Barbatos hasn’t so much as said a word. Despite your annoyance at the whole situation, you can’t help but feel a little guilty. “Sorry, I don’t do much,” you blurt out after finishing the end of the chapter you’re reading. Barbatos looks up from his own book, a complex expression on his face.

“On the contrary, I find this refreshing,” Barbatos remarks diplomatically. You’re sorely tempted to ask him what working under Diavolo is like. You know that you won’t get any answers. Even so, you can’t stop yourself from speaking again.

“I really think this arrangement will be a waste of your time,” you murmur, crossing your legs over the side of the armchair. Barbatos’s eye furrows at your informal posture and you have to hide a smile. You decide to let your book rest on the table once more. That’s enough reading for today. You’re no Satan, after all. You realize Barabatos hasn’t responded. “Sorry.” The silence in the room is almost deafening. Tension settles in the air, thick and unavoidable.

“You apologize quite a lot,” Barabatos says lightly. He sits up impossibly straighter and levels you with an inexplicable gaze. It almost feels as if you’re being dissected under a microscope. Your skin crawls for the briefest of moments. “Young Master has been thinking about this for several weeks.”

“Diavolo has always been stupidly protective of me,” you murmur, to no one in particular. You chance a glance at Barbatos, just to find him regarding you with the same conflicted expression he was wearing before.

“The Young Lord cares for you,” Barbatos eventually says. He adjusts his gloves and clasps his hands together. The demon looks a bit more relaxed now, thankfully. “Perhaps more than anything or anyone else.”

“That’s not true,” you laugh awkwardly. Barbatos doesn’t say anything, but his silence speaks volumes. There’s a knowing smile on his face as he remains across from you, bound to protect you. You’re suddenly eager to change the subject. “Besides, that doesn’t mean you have to play along right now. Did Diavolo even give you a say in any of this?”

“Of course he asked me,” Barbatos remarks persistently. There isn’t a hint of any emotion on his face, save for the slightest of smiles. He brings a hand to his chin for a moment before turning to look at you again. “Lord Diavolo does talk about you a lot. I found myself... curious.”

You raise an eyebrow. He was curious about you? How tragic for him. “Well, apologies in advance for wrecking your expectations.” The words slip from your lips before you can contemplate the consequences. Barbatos lets out a startled choking sound. Was that a laugh? Seems like it- the demon has a hand over his mouth and his eyes are wrinkled at the corners. You smile. Perhaps this arrangement won’t be terrible.

Indeed, as time passes, you get to know Barbatos and realize that he’s far more than what you thought. You learn that he has a knack for baking, listens to metal music, and likes to drink tea. Furthermore, [as much as you hate to agree with Diavolo] Barbatos is rather helpful. He assists you with any taxing administrative tasks. He even makes you lunch for school- something that the demon brothers all envy. Loath you are to admit it- Diavolo was right. The next time you’re called to a meeting with your brother, you know that Barbatos will be the topic of conversation. You’re not quite prepared for what Diavolo says, however.

“Barbatos likes you,” Diavolo says, folding his hands together. You take a shuddering breath in. You do think, however, that the two of you have been getting to know each other better over these past few weeks. You refuse to let your mind interpret that statement in any other ways.

“That’s… good.” You manage to remark. You’re not quite sure what else to say. Furthermore, you don’t want to prove that Diavolo was right- not when you argued so adamantly. You take a deep breath and decide to bite the bullet anyway. “Barbatos is rather helpful.”

“Isn’t he?” Diavolo smiles. Thankfully, he’s too mature to throw your misconceptions in your face. Unfortunately, however, you’re already brutally aware of them. It seems your older brother knows this, as he looks at you knowingly. “I’m thrilled that it’s working out for the both of you.” You nod silently.

“Now, the reason I called you… There’s going to be a school dance in a few days. It’ll be held here, in the ballroom.” You’re surprised that Diavolo volunteered the ballroom- it’s probably the space you use the least, out of the entire estate. You just hope that he’s ready to hire a cleaning crew, because you’re sure there is dust caking every surface of that space.

“What brought this on?” You can’t even remember the last time Diavolo held an event in the estate. It would’ve been at least a few centuries ago. The fact that you can’t pin down the date is quite telling. You look to your brother, who pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“Well, the student council decided that the students were overdue for a fun event,” Diavolo recounts, evidently remembering the last student council meeting. You thank the stars above that you’re not a part of the student council. As much as you’d enjoy the opportunity to get to know Lucifer and his brothers, you know that the student council is a lot of work.

“Why are you telling me this, exactly?” You remember to ask. Admittedly, you’re sort of getting lost in this conversation.

“I know how much you hate having guests here,” the demon answers without hesitation. Okay, that’s true. Damn it, how does he know you so well? Diavolo grins knowingly. “You don’t have to prepare anything, don’t worry… Of course, your presence will be required. I’ll tell Barbatos you need formal clothes.”

“That’s not true-” You try to argue that last point, but Diavolo’s in the zone now. His attention is focused on the paperwork on his desk. You shake your head and huff out a sigh, deciding to walk out of the room. Barbatos is lingering just outside the door. He turns upon evidently hearing the door open.

“We’re having a dance?” You decide to ask, shoving your hands in your pockets. Barbatos simply nods. You frown and begin walking, the demon at your side. “Diavolo said I need formal clothes, but he’s completely wrong.”

“He told me you’d say that,” Barbatos responds with a slight smile, resting his hand on his jacket. There’s mirth glimmering in his eyes. You’re not quite sure where this sudden mischievous streak came from. You don’t remember Barbatos ever being this animated with Diavolo. “Just give me your measurements and I’ll get something.” Attention drawn back to the conversation, you grit your teeth in annoyance. Diavolo can be very persistent sometimes. You nod at Barbatos and depart to your room, ignoring the feeling of his watchful gaze on your back.

Before long, the day of the dance has arrived. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t excited. The prospect of seeing humans, demons, and angels all in one room sounds entertaining, to say the least. You ponder the thought as you’re situated near the entrance. Diavolo relegated you to door duty, for some reason. While you’re stuck in the entrance to the estate, greeting people, Diavolo is doing hell knows what. Well, you’re pretty sure he’s trying to make himself look nice for Lucifer, but you decide to keep quiet about that.

Your door greeting duties have been fairly uneventful so far. Of course, the moment you think so, Lucifer’s brothers begin to arrive. Beelzebub arrives first. His attention is clearly elsewhere, as his eyes flit about the room.

“Hey, Beelzebub,” you wave, pointing him towards the food. The Avatar of Gluttony sends you a grateful smile and walks over to the food as if in a trance. You laugh. That food isn’t going to last very long. You’re glad you ate beforehand. Before you can get too lost in your thoughts, there’s another presence in front of you. The Avatar of Lust stands before you, smiling expectantly. “Hey, Asmodeus.”

“Oh, call me Asmo, dear,” Asmodeus says, waving a hand casually. He looks elegant and put together as always. There’s a beautiful winged liner brightening his eyes. His hair is pulled back into loose waves. “And wow, you look amazing!”

“Asmo, I haven’t even changed yet,” you roll your eyes fondly, looking down at your RAD uniform. You didn’t have much time after school to get changed, instead focusing on finishing your homework load. You don’t want to have too much to do this weekend. Of course, just as you finished your work and were about to change, Diavolo practically threw you into the entrance hall. You sigh quietly. “Diavolo didn’t even let me change- said I had to be here to greet you guys.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” the demon smiles. “In terms of the outfit… I think it looks magnificent! Sometimes, all it takes is a simple touch.” Asmodeus shrugs, tapping your shoulder playfully. You give up on that argument, knowing that it’s not one you’ll win. Instead, you ask Asmodeus about his classes and his day. Your conversation lasts for quite a while and the rest of his brothers arrive in the short time you talk with him. Mammon grins at you, Leviathan sends you a hesitant wave, and Satan nods at you. The three pass to reveal Lucifer, dressed in fine-trimmed black and red. You have to conceal your amusement upon seeing him. This should be interesting. You resist the urge to poke fun at the way he’s glancing around the room for Diavolo. It looks as if he’s trying to be subtle, but it's entirely obvious. You shake your head and point him to the ballroom before turning back to Asmodeus.

“It appears someone is looking to speak with you,” Asmodeus says all of a sudden, looking askance. He pulls you into a quick hug. Meanwhile, you blink in confusion. It takes you a few moments to process that statement but, once you do, you see Barbatos standing several feet away from Asmodeus. To your surprise, he looks incredibly irritated. It looks like he’s glaring at you… You can’t remember what you did to anger him. Before you can contemplate that much more, Asmodeus is letting you go. “See you later, darling!” You wave goodbye before heading over to Barbatos.

“Hey, Barbatos,” you greet him. Barbatos’s expression softens and his lips quirk up into the smallest of smiles. A small part of you wants to think that you’re the cause of his sudden smile, but you know that’s just wishful thinking. “You okay?”

“Fine,” the demon responds, his lips drawn in a firm line. He stares after Asmodeus with furrowed eyebrows. You squint at him and wave a hand over his face, which successfully brings his attention back to the conversation. “Apologies. I wanted to let you know that your clothes are in your quarters.”

“Great, thanks.” You say, before heading off towards your room. It takes you a bit longer than normal to reach your room, as partygoers mill about the halls. Finally, after a minute or two of walking, you slip into your room. You almost want to stay in your room for the rest of the night, but you know Diavolo wouldn’t be happy about that. Furthermore, you promised him that you’d attend. You sigh and begin to look around for the clothing Barbatos mentioned. Eventually, you find what you’re looking for on your bed and a gasp crawls out of your throat at the sight.

There’s an elegant suit with silver adornments, a pressed pair of satin pants, and silk fingerless gloves resting on your bed. You stare at the outfit in amazement, wondering just what possessed Barbatos to get something so expensive. You’re certain that you’ll absolutely wreck this outfit somehow. Even with that knowledge, however, you manage to convince yourself to put it on. Honestly, you hardly recognize yourself when you look at your reflection in the mirror. The clothing fits perfectly, of course. The fabric of the suit jacket shimmers when it catches the light. You’re bewitched by the quality of the clothing- so much so that you spend a few minutes staring into the mirror.

Once you shake yourself out of it, you exit your room to find Barbatos is lingering in the hallway. Together, the two of you find your way back to the ballroom. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long before the two of you are separated once more. You swear, one moment you’re speaking to Mammon with Barabatos at your side, and the next, Barbatos is gone. You try to push down your disappointment and instead focus on talking with guests. It’s surprisingly fun. You don’t get the chance to see Simeon, Solomon, and Luke too often, so you’re happy to talk with them. You also interact with Lucifer and his brothers throughout the evening.

“Hello there.” You turn around to find an unknown demon staring at you. You squint at him for a moment, unable to shake the feeling that he looks incredibly familiar. You eventually abandon the notion after nothing comes to mind. The demon introduces himself and runs a hand through his hair. “You must be Lord Diavolo’s younger brother.”

“Ah, yes, that’s me.”

“Enchanted to meet your acquaintance,” the man says, bowing down and kissing your hand before you can object. You’re quick to tug your hand back after the gesture. You thank the universe- or, more specifically, Barbatos- for the gloves you’re wearing. Admittedly, your heart is racing in your chest, but you try your hardest to remain calm. This guy’s coming on a bit strong, sure, but he doesn’t seem to be a threat. He does appear to be trying too hard to sound smart or distinguished, however. Barbatos briefly comes to mind again, for some reason. He’s easily the most distinguished person you’ve ever met. It’s a shame this guy couldn’t learn something from him.

As time passes, you start to realize that this demon doesn’t have any self-awareness- he just talks and talks and talks. You’ve never heard someone talk about themselves so much in your entire life. It doesn’t feel like he’s even including you in the conversation, instead just talking at the nearest presence. You look around the room for solace. Somehow, you can’t find anyone you know.

“What’s the matter?” The demon asks, noticing your wandering gaze. “Looking for your friends? You don’t need them- not when I’m right here.” You want to vomit. You’re sure your discomfort and contempt for this guy is showing on your face now but, miraculously, he doesn’t notice. At this point, you’re sincerely contemplating grabbing someone’s drink and dumping it on the demon- if only to get him to leave you alone. Just as you start to plot his demise, someone calls for you.

“My prince,” a presence at your shoulder says. You turn to find Barbatos glaring daggers into the man across from you. His gaze visibly softens when he meets your eyes. Also, what did he just call you? My prince? That’s a new one. You don’t get too much time to dwell on that, however. “Lord Diavolo requests your presence.”

“Oh,” you say breathlessly. “I’m so sorry.” You plaster an apologetic smile on your face, hoping that it looks convincing enough. Thankfully, it seems to work, as the demon nods and takes a step back. Barbatos places a hand on your forearm, to your utmost surprise, and leads you out of the ballroom. You walk a bit faster than normal and, before long, you’re standing on the balcony that looks out to the night sky. You take a deep breath.

“Where’s Diavolo?” You remember to ask, after a much needed deep breath. Indeed, your brother was the reason you came out here in the first place. You look to Barbatos, who remains as stone-faced as ever.

“I lied,” Barbatos says. You blink at him in complete surprise. Barbatos takes his position incredibly seriously- he’d never be dishonest. At least, that’s what you thought. It appears you were wrong. It’s good you were wrong, too, because he really saved you just now.

“Well, thank you,” you respond quickly, assuring him that you’re not bothered by the fib. You take a deep breath. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

“Fear not,” Barbatos says, “For I will always be here.” The sentiment is incredibly reassuring. You decide to take a chance and reach out to clasp his hand. Immediately, you chastise yourself for doing something so inappropriate. Barbatos does work under you, technically. You don’t know what possessed you to do that. Just before you can pull your hand away, he’s interlacing your fingers. You look to him to try to get a feel for his expression, but Barbatos is staring up at the midnight sky.

“We should go back in,” you whisper in defeat, once you’ve gotten your bearings. As much as you’d like to spend the rest of the night stargazing with Barbatos, you made a promise to your older brother. “Just give me a moment.”

“Take all the time you need.” Barbatos answers, squeezing your hand reassuringly before letting his own hand fall to his side. You bite your lip and look out past the balcony. The cool night air feels amazing. It rustles the fabric of your clothes but, thankfully, it isn’t too cold.

“Okay, I think I’m alright now,” you announce, taking a step away from the railing and turning to go back to the dance. Barbatos follows beside you. As you walk side by side, your hands collide a few times, but neither of you move away. Upon your return to the ballroom, you find yourself immensely grateful for Barbatos’s presence; The demon seems to ward off any people that try to talk to you. One woman gets within a few feet of you and has a questioning look on her face. Her lips are parted and she’s about to ask you something when she goes remarkably pale. You chance a glance at your side to Barbatos, but he appears calm and composed as always. The woman leaves and you dismiss the thought to the back of your mind.

Time passes. You don’t dance much, except when Asmodeus comes over and drags you out on the floor. You play along because, well, it’s fun. He’s a pretty good dancer and you find yourself nearly dizzy from all the spinning. It’s equally entertaining, however, to dip him dangerously close to the ground. There’s a wicked grin on your face that you can’t seem to get rid of. Asmodeus seems to be enjoying himself too, if the easy smile on his face is anything to go by.

“I’d love to keep dancing with you, darling, but it seems that someone is waiting,” Asmodeus remarks suddenly, giving you another quick hug before disappearing into the growing crowd of people. You’re abruptly left stranded on the edge of the dance floor, with no one you know in sight. You try your best not to look as lost as you’re feeling. Unfortunately, your effort doesn’t seem to work. There’s a faint tap on your shoulder and you flinch immediately. You turn around, only to find Barbatos with a characteristically blank expression on his face.

“Barbatos,” you exhale, bringing a hand to your heart in relief. “You scared me.”

“My apologies,” Barbatos says, although he doesn’t sound that apologetic. To be fair, that encounter with the stranger from earlier has made you a bit more paranoid than normal. “Did Asmodeus leave you here by yourself?” His eyebrows furrow and he crosses his arms over his chest in an uncharacteristically laidback gesture. You wonder if he’s stressed. His shoulders are almost slumped, to your disbelief. You’re sure you’ve never seen Barbatos with anything less than perfect posture. You’re about to comment on that, but you realize Barbatos is still awaiting an answer.

“Not exactly,” You break off, trying to collect your thoughts. Eventually, you manage to come up with a way to explain his prior remarks. “He said someone was waiting their turn or something like that…”

Barbatos stares at you with widened eyes. It’s hardly an expression of surprise, but you know Barbatos well enough to know that he’s shocked. His eyebrows are ever so slightly raised and for a fraction of a second, his normal smile falls from his lips. You watch in thinly-concealed confusion as he brings a hand to his chin in contemplation. Against all odds, you manage to find the patience to wait for him to speak. What he says next is far out of the realm of expectations, however. “Well, you’ve found that someone,” Barbatos says, falling into a half-bow and extending an open palm to you, “May I have this dance?”

It takes you an embarrassingly long time to connect the dots and comprehend that statement. Once you do, however, you’re quick to reply. “Of course.” You grasp his hand and allow him to lead you to the dance floor. Barbatos is confident and collected as always, as he rests his hands on your hips and leads you to dance. You’re secretly grateful that he does so, because you’re admittedly not the best dancer. You move your hands to rest on his shoulders. Honestly, you’re a bit nervous. Barbatos must sense your anxiety, because he sends you a fond smile that makes all your worries fade to nothing.

You hear voices around you and when you take a quick glance to the side, you find Mammon, Leviathan, and Satan whispering amongst themselves and staring at the two of you. Annoyed, you send them a vulgar hand gesture from over Barbatos’s shoulder. Mammon gasps in mock offense and you roll your eyes, turning your attention back to Barbatos. He doesn’t seem irritated with your slip in attention- in fact, he almost looks amused. His eyes are glowing in the dim lighting of the ballroom. Barbatos looks beautiful, you think to yourself for the hundredth time.

You glance about the space, desperate to hide the flustered expression you know to be on your face. Surprisingly, your eyes catch on your brother and a far too familiar figure wearing red and black. You suddenly have an idea. Mischievous smile growing on your face, you tug Barbatos along after you. The demon follows you willingly, although he appears slightly apprehensive.

Once Barbatos and you are within a close distance, your plan is set in motion. You fall back into dancing and wait a few moments before leaning over and tapping Diavolo on the shoulder. Your brother swivels around, all the color draining from his face when he sees you. Lucifer freezes too, looking over Diavolo’s shoulder to meet your eyes. It’s amusing to see the Avatar of Pride look so shocked, even if it’s just for a moment. You decide to skip the pleasantries and head straight to the point. “Finally made a move, have you, Diavolo?”

“I could say the same to you,” Diavolo remarks without hesitation, his eyes falling to your hands on Barbatos’s shoulders. You quickly remove your hands, but the damage has already been done. Curse Diavolo and his quick recovery of composure. Thankfully, Barbatos doesn’t seem to be too affected. In fact, his grip still hasn’t fallen from your waist. For a moment, you watch as Diavolo and Barbatos appear to have a telepathic conversation with each other. “He’s a good one.” Diavolo’s vague statement throws you for a loop for a moment, before you realize he’s staring at you.

“Yes, he is,” you respond with a smile. Wow, you definitely underestimated Diavolo and Barbatos’s relationship. The fact that Diavolo is warning you off of Barbatos speaks volumes, that’s for sure. Lucifer chuckles at your response, for some reason. You squint at him, trying to find an explanation for the entertained smirk on his face.

“No, I meant you,” Diavolo says to you, while his gaze focuses on Barbatos. You’re sure your jaw is wide open now, as you slowly comprehend what’s happening. It seems you misinterpreted that first statement- Diavolo is warning off Barbatos, of all people. That explains Lucifer’s amused reaction to your first statement. You watch as your older brother continues to stare at Barbatos. It’s not a menacing or intimidating glare, necessarily, but it still looks intense. Diavolo then nods. “Take care of my brother.” You roll your eyes at that and Diavolo laughs, shifting his attention back to Lucifer. You turn to look at Barbatos, only to find that he has a relieved expression on his face. Before long, the song ends and the two of you lose Diavolo and Lucifer in the crowd.

“I told you; Diavolo is stupidly overprotective,” you maintain, once the two of you are out on the balcony once more and away from prying eyes. Barbatos laughs. He looks a lot more relaxed than he usually does. He also looks absolutely stunning. It takes you a few moments to focus and finally ask what you’ve been meaning to ask. “Why’d you call me ‘my prince’?”

Barbatos doesn’t respond. You let arms fall to the railing that sets the edge of the balcony. The moon glimmers in the night sky and the stars almost appear to be winking. You don’t want to pressure Barbatos to answer, but you are pretty curious. You decide to wait for a little bit longer before continuing.

“I’m hardly a prince to begin with,” you point out casually. “I mean, my father is the king of the Devildom, yes. Diavolo is the heir, which means that he’s the prince, technically. What would that make me, then? Is there a word for that? Probably not. See what I mean-?” You turn to look at Barbatos, only to find him staring at you intensely. There’s a question written in the gleam in his eyes and the pull of his lips. Before you can think twice, you tug him closer by the lapel of his jacket and kiss him. The demon jolts in surprise and dread coils in your chest. It appears you read things wrong.

Just as you’re about to break away and apologize, Barbatos’s fingers tangle in the chain at your waist and he pulls you impossibly closer. You reach out and put a hand on the nape of his neck, partly to steady yourself and partly because you just want to. He lets out a dissenting noise and you smile. Unfortunately, just as things begin to get heated, there’s a rapping sound on the balcony doors. The two of you break apart, only to find Mammon and Asmodeus lurking on the other side of the glass with shit-eating grins on their faces. Asmodeus holds up his phone and it flashes brightly in your eyes. You take a few steps towards them, but they’re quick to run away.

“That’s not good,” you grimace, turning around to face Barbatos. You just know that you’ll see pictures of the two of you on Devilgram in no time. Barbatos seems to recognize the same thing and he nods in defeat. “Sorry.” The demon stares at you.

“You apologize quite a lot,” Barbatos says, letting out an airy chuckle. You roll your eyes fondly, feeling an intense bout of déjà vu. The two of you drown in the comfortable silence. After a while, your skin feels a bit chilled from the midnight air and Barbatos looks over to you. “We should get back.” The demon extends his hand and you take it without question, allowing him to lead you back into the ballroom.

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #barbatos x male reader #male reader

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smolcinnamonchipmunk · 11 months

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I like the both the prompts “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” and “Your stomach can wait its dang turn.” !

(Finally able to make something for this request from a while ago! I feel so rusty at writing rn, Jesus. Glossed over the early on bickering because I didn’t feel like writing a lot of dialogue and just wanted to get into it. Honestly, trying to write the argument was delaying me for a few days before I scrapped it ;-;

But, here it is! I hope it’s up to snuff despite taking a couple weeks and being shorter than most with another rushed end. I hope to have the beach episode done by the end of Saturday, but we’ll see. :P) TW/CW: Soft, safe, NONSEXUAL, m/nb g/t oral vore; kind of foodplay?? (It’s crepe filling, so not exactly food) Count: 2426 “Hey, can I- Can I eat you? I, uh, you’d just- feel really good in there, I think, and um… Jeez, I’m sorry, you just look so tasty…” I paused what I was doing, tapping the whisk I was using against the side of the bowl so that it wouldn’t drip as I turned around to face the ginger demon that was practically drooling on my shoulder. “Beel. Honey,” I said in the tone of mild sweetness over barely restrained irritation as I looked up into his eyes. Which were a bit too glazed over and focused on me for my liking. Simultaneously reaching across the pact to magically give him a tug and lifting my empty hand up to snap and catch his attention both ways, his eyes blinked into focus and I took the opportunity to say, “I’m busy making dinner and dessert right now, and not only will the others not appreciate you eating me in the middle of doing so, I’m also hungry and tired and REALLY want my fucking strawberry crepes. So, your stomach can wait it's damn turn until after dinner, capeesh?” “But, Kaaaat,” Beel’s eyes widened as he begged, reminiscent of a dog begging for a treat.

But, I was too used to this and gave him an unimpressed look, gesturing to the kitchen with the whisk and commanding, “Go sit down and WAIT, Beel.” He whined but reluctantly walked out of the kitchen with the help of some nudging from the pact. I sighed to settle my irritation at being interrupted and turned around to continue cooking dinner. ………………. Dinner was, thankfully, uneventful in the way of arguments between the brothers. Not because they didn’t have anything to argue about, but more because I feel like they could sense my rising irritation anytime voices started raising, mentally tightening the hold on the pacts with the brothers in preparation. Today was just not a day that I had the patience for much bickering. Of course, bickering was inevitable when I got up to put my dishes in the sink and Beel kindly tried to remind me about my ‘promise’. And by remind, I mean a whine that made me sigh with the knowledge of the inevitable onslaught of argument from the other brothers about eating me.

“That’s not fair! I haven’t been able to eat Kat in over a week,” Levi complained, like the Avatar of Envy he was. I groaned and rubbed my temple with my free hand, breathing in and counting like Barbatos and Simeon had suggested. Apparently I could rival Satan on my bad days with my moods. I decided to leave the brothers to fight, knowing that any damages would be something for THEM to deal with, not me. As I walked to the sink and placed my dishes in, I tried to avoid a loud clatter. Humming in mild smugness at the ‘Whoever cooks doesn’t clean’ policy, I walked up to the fridge and took out the small tupperware of crepe cream and strawberries I’d set aside for myself. There were more extras, but this one was for me before Beel could get to the leftovers. Popping over the two little tupperware containers, I got a clean fork and stabbed a strawberry, dipping it in the creme and eating it. “Kat?” I made a noise of curious acknowledgement, looking towards the kitchen entrance with fork still in my mouth, seeing Beel walk in. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I made a disgruntled noise at probably not being able to finish my strawberries and pulled the fork out, saying, “Hey, Beel.” “Can I eat you now,” he asked, placing his own dishes in the sink. Like usual, there were several plates and utensils. “Can I finish my strawberries,” I replied, frowning a bit at his tower of dinnerware. “And you just ate. You know I don’t like being in any of you when there’s food.” The demon let out a whine and placed a hand over his stomach. He looked so dejected that I couldn’t help but feel a bit bad for his ever-present hunger. Everyone did say that I gave into the brothers' whims a bit too easily a lot. “Okaaay. Mira.” With a grumpy growl, I cleared my throat from the sticky sweetness of my treat and leaned on the counter. Once Beel gave me his attention, I added, “We can watch a movie or something so that I can finish my strawberries and your stomach can empty, and you can eat me for tonight.” “Really?” Beel’s eyes lit up as he looked at me, able to see drool at the corners of his mouth. “Yes, really. But no going for a run in the morning with me inside,” I grimaced at the thought, very much not wanting to be woken up by being violently jostled. “When you wake up, let me out so I can shower and pass back out.” “Of course,” the demon nodded seriously, taking the instruction seriously since I can, and have, used the pact to make him stop his morning runs while eaten. “Alright then, let’s go.” I closed and grabbed my two tupperware containers and followed Beel to his room. There was still a bit of arguing from the dining room, but I’m pretty sure it’d been long enough that the topic had changed from who should probably get to eat me next. Just the usual brotherly bickering of raised voices and name calling probably. Belphie wasn’t in the room when Beel and I entered, either still in the argument with his brothers or gone to catnap somewhere, so I didn’t hesitate to flop down on the purple comforter while Beel started up the TV. “Do you have any movie in mind?” He asked, catching my attention. I shook my head, sitting up and carefully setting my small tupperware aside to look at the ginger demon. Humming a bit, I said, “You can pick whatever you want. Wasn’t there some movie that came out that you wanted to watch?”

“Oh yeah. That new horror movie that came out. Are you sure though? I thought you didn’t like horror movies.”

“I mean, not really, but I’m probably not even watching the whole thing,” I replied, feeling like we’d probably get into about thirty minutes max before he ate me. “I’m just here to chill and eat my strawberries before you eat me.”

“Fair,” Beel’s eyes glossed over a bit at the thought and he shook himself from his fantasizing to look at the movies on the shelf. After a couple seconds of searching, he pulled out the movie he wanted and put it in, patting his bed once he sat down.

I moved over from Belphie’s bed to his to sit in front of him while we started watching the movie. Sitting cross legged in front of him, I carefully ate my strawberries and creme while he rested his head on top of mine, arms loosely wrapped around my middle.

The movie was something about people in mirrors being able to kill their real life counterparts, at least from the looks of the first few minutes. Then it moved onto some family who would probably inevitably have to face their mirror selves and likely not die because they were the main characters, and no movie I’d seen had the balls to kill off children on screen. That one side chick was totally going to die somehow though, I could feel it.

I didn’t get to see it though because once my strawberries were all gone and we’d watched maybe twenty minutes of the movie, Beel’s stomach loudly growled behind me, causing me to jolt. I’d honestly gotten too absorbed in the movie to remember why we were watching it in the first place.

“Can I eat you now, Kat?” Beel whined, arms tightening around my abdomen as he sort of hugged me to himself like a living teddy bear to try and ignore the hunger pangs.

“Tch, yeah, you can eat me,” I snorted in amusement, reaching up to pat him. I was still a bit annoyed, but felt a lot better than when he’d interrupted me while cooking. Besides, I couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared as I felt him lean into my hand.

“Can I use the crepe stuff?”

“Ehhh,” I glanced at the currently closed tupperware, not really feeling like being drizzled in the stuff. But, I was going to end up soaked by saliva and eaten anyways, so I supposed it didn’t really matter. “Fine. Just try not to make a mess everywhere.”

“Thanks, Kat,” the demon purred, something that rumbled in his chest and I could feel it against my back as he hugged me closer briefly. Without any hesitation, he began to recite the protection and shrinking spells, causing me to shudder at the feeling of magic coursing through me.

A familiar sense of vertigo washed over me and I tried to shake it off on instinct as I was quickly shrunk down to half a foot tall on the bed, finding myself carefully scooped up by Beel.

“You doing alright?” he asked on routine, though he was already licking his lips in anticipation. Still, he was restrained enough to allow me a response.

“Yeah, I’m good. You’re set to go ahead.” I nodded up at him, still finding myself easily overwhelmed by the brothers size when I shrunk. I wasn’t scared like I used to be, but there was still something daunting going from normal size to almost handheld in mere moments, and I could never quite get used to it.

Being given permission to continue, Beel looked as excited as a Golden Retriever that found a treat, replying, “Let me know if I hurt you or anything.”

“Will do.”

Beel excitedly glanced down at the two tupperware containers and obviously thought about how to utilize the crepe cream without spilling it all over his sheets. He decided to place me down while popping both plasticware open and then scooped me up to deposit me in the container that had had the strawberries.

“Ugh, I’m already looking forward to a shower,” I grumbled at feeling the residual strawberry juice soak into my shoes and socks with the knowledge that I was only about to get stickier.

“Sorry, Kat.” Beel apologized as he picked up the crepe filling container, pausing as he glanced at it, warring with his guilt and innate desire to use it.

“It’s fine,” I waved off his apology, adding, “I already said it was okay, and I’d be showering afterwards anyways.”

He hesitated only a second before nodding and starting to tip the other container above me.

I braced myself as much as I could for it, tensing and unable to keep my mind from going to the comparison of one of those slime dump videos from the Human Realm. But, I still wasn’t prepared for the chilled sensation as it was drizzled on top of me, making me yelp in surprise. After a few seconds, the entire container had been dumped on me and I was left raising my arms with a grimace, covered in crepe filling that dripped off my arms and body.

“You ready, Kat,” Beel asked, carefully plucking me out of the tupperware, three fingers to my back and thumb against my chest.

“Ready as usual. And the more we wait, the stickier I’ll be,” I stuck my tongue out in distaste, feeling like I could already feel the sugary liquid drying on my skin and clothes. But, maybe that was just my immense dislike for anything sticky against me.

“I’ll be quick.” Beel purred, licking his lips again before raising me up to his mouth.

I made a small noise as he licked my front from chest up, his tongue taking a good chunk of the crepe filling with it and replacing it with warm saliva that contrasted the still kind of chilled cream.

“Mmm, you taste really good,” the demon said. Despite him saying similar stuff everytime, my face still heated a bit with embarrassment, still unsure how to feel about the ‘compliments’.

“Yeah, yeah,” I grumbled, trying to ignore the redness at the tips of my ears.

Thankfully, Beel never really cared about whether or not I got flustered, so he didn’t tease as he opened his jaws and shoved my upper body into his mouth.

Carefully clamping his teeth around my middle, everything around me rumbled from his purring. He didn’t waste any time as he immediately started tasting me, sucking and licking the crepe filling off of me. The eager tasting probably only lasted seconds, but I was still left gasping for air when he paused to swallow the excess saliva that had pooled in his mouth, using my arms to press away from his tongue and try to allow me more breathing room.

Gluttonous as he was, the reprieve was brief and I found his teeth splitting apart slightly to shove more of me inside.

“Beel!” I couldn’t help but exclaim a bit as I was quickly forced further into his jaws, my arms slipping over the precipice at the back of his tongue. A loud swallow made my ears pop, drawing me into his throat. Several greedy swallows followed, each as noisy as the last.

It was obviously pretty constrictive in his throat, but it definitely had more give than his brothers, something I was thankful for with his habit of eating me at larger sizes than the others. I could feel him place a hand against me from the outside of his throat as I was worked down past his collarbone, where he sighed in satisfaction and purred even louder, rattling me to my bones.

I could feel him hunch a bit forward as I slipped past his heart and lungs into his stomach, knowing that he was doing his best to feel me even more.

“Are you okay, Kat?” Beel asked, voice laced with satisfied bliss at having his hunger sated.

“Yup, fine,” I called back up, pushing myself to a sitting position. I shook off the small daze that naturally came with being eaten, let alone eaten upside-down. Huffing a bit from the trip down, I stretched and asked, “You feeling better.”

“Always, with you inside,” the demon purred.

“Well, I’m glad to help your hunger pangs, but don’t forget to let me out in the morning before your run,” I yawned, already not looking forward to being woken so early.

“I won’t.”

#shall we vore #soft vore #safe vore #g/t vore #beelzeebub #obey me beel #g/t #cinnanswers #cinnwrites

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absolutepokemontrash · 2 years

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Diavolo’s Food Cake

Diavolo is feeling nostalgic, and would like a taste of chocolate cake from his childhood, but his desires have left Barbatos feeling glum.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of poison

Masterlist

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It wasn’t a rare sight to see the future king of hell eating one of Barbatos’ freshly prepared desserts. Diavolo had a sweet tooth, he loved tarts, cheesecakes, brownies, parfaits, sherbets, the list went on. What was rare was the sight of Diavolo glumly picking at a piece of chocolate cake.

Ah, devil’s food cake… sheer, rich, chocolatey bliss…

Lucifer happily indulged in his cake, the frosting was perfectly smooth and not too sweet, the cake itself perfectly spongy, soft and flavourful. Nothing in the world brought the Avatar of Pride more peace than eating something sweet, drinking some tea, and sitting on one of the plush sitting room couches.

Though, Lucifer was being interrupted and couldn’t quite relax.

Diavolo loudly sighed, causing Lucifer to look up from his piece of cake.

“Diavolo,” Lucifer put his plate down on the table in front of him and tilted his head. “Is something wrong?”

“Is the cake not to your satisfaction?” Barbatos asked, the slightest tinge of panic on the edge of his voice as he turned to look at the crown prince sitting next to him.

“No, it’s wonderful…” Diavolo said, before he sighed again. “It’s just… not the cake I wanted…”

“You asked for chocolate cake.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Lucifer had dealt with enough picky eaters to remember exactly what Diavolo had asked for.

“Yes, and Barbatos made it wonderfully… it’s just not the chocolate cake of my childhood.”

At the edge of Lucifer’s vision, he saw Barbatos almost roll his eyes. “My lord, we can’t just summon her to make you a cake.”

“But why not?” Diavolo asked, his brows creased in thought. “Is she busy?”

“Hold on,” Lucifer put up a hand to stop them. “Who is this ‘she’ you’re speaking of?”

Diavolo’s face lit up like a Christmas tree, Barbatos on the other hand, stared down the hallway with the most unimpressed glare.

“Before Barbatos became my butler, I had a live-in governess as a child. She’s since left, but I could never forget the taste of her chocolate cake, it was a recipe she made just for me…”

The sound of a teacup being harshly slammed back onto a plate made Lucifer almost jump in his seat. Christ, what was up with Barbatos?

“Yes, yes,” Barbatos said, quickly gathering up the empty teacups. “Her cake making skills are truly incomparable.”

“Don’t be upset, Barbatos,” Diavolo said gently. “Your skills are second to none, but the recipe she used was just unlike anything I’ve ever tasted since…”

“So… you want to call your former governess over to make you some chocolate cake?” Lucifer asked, his voice laced with exasperation and a hint of confusion.

“Yes!” Diavolo snapped his fingers, he stood up abruptly and pointed at Lucifer. “Send out a Royal Summons, prepare the castle for her arrival!”

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“Sooooooo,” MC lay flat on their bed. The brothers (sans Lucifer, who decided to do his paperwork with the chocolate cake he came home with and refused to share) were scattered around the room. Beel was eating some chips, Mammon was desperately trying to nab some, and Levi was tapping away on his Switch next to Asmo and Satan, who were scrolling through Devilgram. “Who’s this lady Diavolo’s inviting over?”

“His old nanny or something,” Asmo shrugged, not looking up from his phone. “We’ve never met her.”

“So, is she hot?” MC asked, that perked Asmo right up.

“We can hope~.”

“You two horndogs have a one track mind…” Belphie muttered from a mountain of pillows on the floor.

“You know you love it.” MC said with a smirk.

“So when’s she comin’?” Mammon asked, finally giving up on trying to snag a chip from Beel and deciding to watch Levi play Animal Crossing.

“They just sent out the Royal Summons.” Satan snapped. “Be patient-”

“EVERYONE.”

“AAAAAAAAAA-“

Lucifer stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, and a few crumbs of chocolate cake scattered around his mouth.

“Get up, all of you.” Lucifer growled. “She’s here.”

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“Lady Aynaet!”

“Lord Diavolo, my sweet boy,”

MC’s jaw hit the floor when they saw exactly what was walking down the hall towards the bouncing demon prince.

All the brothers were having similar reactions, Asmo’s eyes were as wide as saucers, while Mammon kept blinking like he was trying to reboot his vision.

A little old lady, hunched over and leaning on a simple curved wooden cane hobbled forward. She had warm, dark skin with eyes as black as the Devildom sky outside. Wrapped in a bright green knitted shawl, with a beige sweater and a long black skirt underneath, she looked like anyone’s grandma, not a demoness who helped raise the future king of Hell.

She and Diavolo met in the centre of the throne room, the demon prince bending over slightly so the lady could inspect him. She gripped his chin, turned his face a bit, then pinched his cheek.

“Well, haven't you grown up to be a handsome young man?” She said, her voice crackled slightly, but for such an old looking woman her voice contained a semblance of youthful sweetness. “And so tall too.”

“Thank you, Aynaet.” Diavolo said with a bow of his head, before standing up straight. “It’s such a pleasure to have you visit.”

MC, mouth still agape, leaned over and whispered to Lucifer. “She’s a demon..?”

“Yes, and a very old one at that.” Lucifer whispered back. “Be careful.”

The old woman turned, her deep black eyes carefully running over each and every demon, angel, and human in attendance. After a moment, her face broke out into a warm smile.

“Oh Diavolo, it’s so nice that you finally got that exchange program together, it’s going well, I assume?”

Diavolo nodded enthusiastically. “Very well!”

“Yeah I only almost died four times in the first week,” MC leaned over and whispered to Solomon, who quietly snickered.

“So well, I only had to help Simeon pull Luke out of the lake twice in the past month.”

“Alright!” With a resounding clap of his hands, Diavolo snapped MC and Solomon back to attention. “Lady Aynaet and I will be in the parlour if any of you would like to stop and chat!”

“Oh this and that with the ‘lady’ talk. I remember when your grandfather bestowed that title on me when I watched your father. Oh that boy never smiled…”

Everyone took a breath of air as Aynaet and Diavolo disappeared down the hallway together. MC locked eyes with Asmo, who looked disappointed to say the least.

“Sooooo,” Luke said, twiddling his thumbs. “What now?”

“Now,” Barbatos said with a grin, lightly pulling Luke and Simeon towards his kitchen. “We make the best damn chocolate cake ever to grace the nine circles of hell.”

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“Oh Diavolo, what have I told you about sitting up straight?”

“Ah! Right.” Diavolo straightened his posture on the plush red sofa. “My apologies, Lady Aynaet.”

“Oh phah,” Aynaet waved her hand and took a sip of her tea. “Don’t apologize, mercy knows all that paperwork can’t be good for your back.”

“You have no idea…”

The prince took a sip of his tea and grinned. “So, Lady Aynaet, about-“

“Oh my!” The woman gasped, Diavolo turned to the entryway to see Lucifer standing in the doorway. “Is that Lucifer? The one you told me about over the phone?”

Surprisingly quickly for a little old lady, Aynaet rushed out of her armchair and within seconds she had Lucifer’s face in her hands.

“Oh, so handsome. You have a lovely friend, Diavolo.”

“Damn, I guess I can’t even be the pretty face of the group anymore.”

MC appeared behind Lucifer, a teasing grin on their face. “I guess I never was, not with Asmo around.”

“My oh my, a human in the Devildom, I haven’t seen that in centuries.” Aynaet narrowed her eyes slightly behind her little round spectacles, gave MC a few cursory prods with her cane, then the smile returned to her face. “But strutting in here so confidently, and being so cute as well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, little human.”

“Lady Aynaet, this is MC, Solomon’s apprentice.”

“Very impressive, a young human studying magic at such a young age. Why, when I was about your age I was barely out of the throes of childhood.”

“Well,” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Demon and Angel lifespans are quite different.”

“Uhhhh, thanks.” MC said with a nervous smile. “So um… what’s up?”

“Indeed,” Lucifer looked over at Diavolo with an eyebrow raised expectantly. “What is up?”

“Ah! Right! Lady Aynaet!” Diavolo sprung up from his seat, nearly spilling his still scalding hot tea all over his pants. “I have a request to ask of you.”

“What could a little old woman possibly do for the future king of hell?” Aynaet asked, easing herself back into the armchair.

“It’s your chocolate cake,” Diavolo explained. “To this day it is the best thing I have ever had the privilege of tasting, please please make it for me again?”

Aynaet blinked a few times in surprise, then nodded. “Oh is that all? Of course I will, my sweet boy, since you’ve finally mastered the art of saying please.”

She then turned to MC, and jabbed her cane at the hallway to the kitchen. “Come along, little human, I need assistance in the kitchen.”

Turning back to Diavolo as she began to hobble down the hall, Aynaet cooed: “Do spend some time with your handsome friend, Diavolo. I’m sure he’d look lovely in one of the crowns.”

Lucifer made a noise that sounded halfway between choking and a sneeze while Diavolo let out a laugh as the door to the parlour swung shut.

The moment MC and Aynaet reached the kitchen, the doors swung open, and Barbatos was on the other side holding a massive triple layer chocolate cake. The decorating was extravagant, the cut fruit placed on the top looked juicy and delicious, and MC couldn’t help but openly drool.

“…cake…” the human whispered.

“Oh dear, pardon me.” Barbatos said with a tight smile. “I have to get this to Lord Diavolo.”

“Ah ah ah,” Faster than the snap of a finger, Aynaet had the bottom of her cane levelled at Barbatos’s nose. “Diavolo asked me to make him a cake, and it’s almost dinner, I won’t have you spoiling it.”

“Barbatos…” MC began, his eyebrows creasing in confusion. “How did you make that so fast..? It’s been less than an hour.”

“Oh, I started baking this when the summons went out yesterday.”

“Uh… how about you put that in the fridge, and then after dinner, Aynaet and you can both give Diavolo your cakes. The man’s got a sweet tooth, so I think he’d enjoy it!” MC said with a light clap of their hands.

Barbatos narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips, but Aynaet nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds lovely, dear human. Now since your cake is done, Barbatos, do you mind if I make use of the kitchen?”

It was less of a question, and more of a politely worded command as Aynaet brushed past Barbatos and walked into the kitchen like she ran the place.

“You, angels, do you mind lending a poor old woman a hand?”

“B-but we just finished helping decorate a-“

“Of course, we’d love to help.” Simeon cut Luke off with a pat to the little angel’s head.

“Wonderful, MC I’m going to need your help as well,”

“On it!”

*************

MC cast a worried glance at the clock, it was past six and yet, Barbatos hadn’t come in to tell everyone to get ready for dinner in an hour. The human knew that he prided himself on always being on time with every meal in order to make sure that Diavolo never went hungry for even a moment. Biting the inside of their cheek, MC turned back to their mixing bowl.

“It looks wonderful, MC.” Aynaet said as she looked over into MC’s bowl of frosting. “I’ll take over here, do you mind going over to help the angels?”

“No problem!” MC gave the old demoness a two-fingered salute and walked over to Luke and Simeon, who were busily putting all of the cake scraps into a bowl.

“It’s weird…” Luke whispered to MC and Simeon, he cast a worried glance over at Aynaet. “I thought such an old demon would be more… adverse towards angels.”

“Now that you mention it…” MC pursed their lips and creased their forehead. “Yeah…”

“All the older angels I know are still bitter about wars that were fought when I was barely older than Luke.” Simeon whispered. “But then again… we don’t exactly know how old she is either.”

“Would it make a difference?” Luke asked.

“I’d sure hope so.”

“AAAAAAAAAA-“

The trio spun around to see Aynaet standing behind them, leaning on her cane.

“You don’t get to be my age without hopefully learning a great deal.” Aynaet waved her hand to signal for the three to make space for her at the counter. “And if you must know, I myself have no quarrel with angels nor humans.”

“You… really don’t?” Luke asked, tilting his head.

“No, this whole conflict between the angels and demons may have been going on for too many years to count, but it wasn’t always like this.”

“It… it wasn’t?” MC raised their eyebrows as they watched Aynaet assemble the cake with laser focus.

“While things weren’t always harmonious, between the three worlds, there wasn’t all out war.” Aynaet explained. “…then the fighting started. Petty squabbles turning to battles between the angels and demons with the humans caught in the middle. I can only hope what Diavolo is trying to do here can put a stop to it.”

“Well…” Simeon chuckled, casting a glance at MC “The brothers have certainly improved their behaviour at least.”

“Damn right.” MC smirked. “I’ve been straightening them out these past couple of years.”

“What a wonderful relief.” Aynaet sighed. “There’s nothing worse than a bunch of boys that are too caught up in their own legend to see reason.”

MC felt their eyes dart for the clock in the corner of the room again. Still no Barbatos…

Creasing their forehead, MC turned to Aynaet and inclined their head towards the clock. “Do you mind if I go and check on Barbatos in the other kitchen? I’m kind of… worried about him.”

Waving her hand like she was swatting a fly, Aynaet nodded. “Go on, off with you, go check on your friend, little human.”

******************

“Barbie?”

MC poked their head into the other kitchen, all the cupboards were open, and dozens of recipe books were scattered around the sleek grey countertops, all open on various food splattered pages. There was no sign of the butler, so MC took a hesitant step forward into the room.

“Barbatos..?”

“Ah!” The butler shot out from a crouched position behind the centre counter island. “MC! What are you doing here, I’m in the middle of preparing dinner.”

“Uh…” MC looked around, despite all the cookbooks lying around, no actual ingredients were out on the table. “Are you though?”

MC watched as Barbatos visibly sagged and dropped another book down on one of the countertops. “No…”

“Aw, Barbatos,” MC rushed forward, nearly tripping over one of the scattered books that had ended up on the floor. “Don’t be upset, what’s wrong?”

“I’m a very old demon, MC,”

“And you look great for your age.”

“Thank you, but that’s not what I’m concerned about.” Barbatos explained with an exasperated smile. “Since I’ve been alive for so long, I’ve had plenty of time to perfect my cooking and baking techniques, I’ve been hailed as the greatest cook in the three realms. But… but after all this time I’m still yet to best Lady Aynaet at making a chocolate cake that Diavolo could enjoy…”

“Oh Barb, come here,” MC gently placed their hands on the butler’s slightly slumped shoulders. “It’s not a failure on your part, if I had to guess, it’s just because Lady Aynaet has nostalgia on her side. Her chocolate cake is only special to Diavolo because he had it as a child and he associates good memories with it. Now come on, at least one of these books has to have something Diavolo would like for dinner.”

Barbatos straightened his back, then harshly nodded. “You’re right. This little outburst of mine was extremely unbecoming of me, I’ll get to work.”

*************

After everyone sat down for dinner in the dining room and began to eat, Barbatos didn’t touch his food until Diavolo took a bite.

“Mmmmm, Barbatos you’ve outdone yourself yet again! This is delicious!”

Nearly drooping with relief, Barbatos nodded in thanks.

“Yeah! Your food is always great, Barbatos.” MC gave the butler an encouraging nudge.

“Yes yes, it is quite excellently made.” Aynaet added as she handed Beelzebub another plate.

“It was a little late though,” Diavolo said with a tilt of his head. “Is everything alright, Barbatos?”

The butler stiffened, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his face. “M-my apologies, my lord, the lateness of supper was unbecoming of me.”

“Hey! Uh… at least after dinner we can get some chocolate cake, am I right?” MC quickly interjected with a quick nervous laugh.

“Hell yeah!” Mammon said with a fistpump. “Cake! Cake! Cake! Cake!”

“Quit your moronic chanting, Mammon,” Lucifer grumbled while he massaged his temples. “And if you’d please, Barbatos. It appears most of us are almost done, anyway.”

“Right. I’ll be back with the cakes.”

*******************

Everyone waited with bated breath as two plates of nearly identical looking slices of chocolate cake were placed in front of Diavolo. Barbatos kept his face as blank as possible, but he cast a quick glare at the elderly demon, who didn’t seem to notice.

“Mine is the one on the left.” Barbatos piped up as he watched Diavolo look from plate to plate.

“Yes, yes, I’m just wondering which one to try first…”

“Ugggggghhhhhhhh!” Mammon whined. “Just try one so we can have dessert!”

The Avatar of Greed was quickly silenced by a thwack on the back of the head by Lucifer.

“Quiet, Mammon.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I know, Beel,” Lucifer sighed. “I know.”

“Why doesn’t Beel get a thwack?!”

Finally, Diavolo dug his fork into Barbatos’ cake, and popped the morsel into his mouth. A smile came across his face as he gave a thankful nod to Barbatos.

“It’s near flawless, Barbatos. It’s delicious.”

“Thank you, my lord.” Barbatos said with a nod and a satisfied little smile.

Then, Diavolo took a swig of his drink, then took a bite of Aynaet’s cake. A look of childlike glee spread across his face, causing his eyes to sparkle and seemingly water as well.

“Lady Aynaet, it tastes just as amazing as it did all those years ago. Thank you so much for coming all this way to make this for me.”

Aynaet softly laughed and shook her head. “You’re a sweetheart, Dia.”

“So…” Belphie rested his elbow on the table and waved his hand. “Which one’s better?”

“I couldn’t possibly decide!” Diavolo put his hands up and gave Aynaet and Barbatos a diplomatic smile. “Barbatos’ technique when it comes to baking is pure perfection, and Aynaet has skill and nostalgic power. Both cakes are amazing in their own right, just as amazing as their bakers.”

“Shmoozer.”

“Shut up, Mammon.” Lucifer growled.

“Can we eat the cakes now?” Beel asked, already grabbing himself a slice of Aynaet’s cake and plopping it onto his plate.

“Of course, of course, eat up, children, eat up!”

“Lady Aynaet?” Diavolo looked over at Aynaet with a stunning display of puppydog eyes. “Do you think you could possibly share your secret ingredients with us?”

Putting a hand over her mouth and giggling, Aynaet shook her head. “No… I don’t think I can.”

“Why?” Luke asked with a mouthful of Barbatos’ cake.

“Is it because it’s love?” Asmo asked, resting his head on his open palm.

“No…” Aynaet said as everyone gleefully shovelled their desserts into their mouths. “It’s because the secret ingredient is four different types of demonic poisons.”

The room went deathly silent, no one dared to move a muscle as the old woman’s words slowly sunk in… then the table erupted into a complete panic.

Simeon spat out his cake, Lucifer pushed himself away from the table so quickly his chair screeched against the floor, and Mammon chugged his entire drink while blubbering about being poisoned.

“MC SPIT IT OUT!” Asmo shrieked.

“But this is Barbatos’ ca-“

“OUT!” Asmo slammed his fist right into the human’s gut and caused them to nearly upchuck dinner, but it succeeded in getting the cake out of their mouth.

“…Ow…”

“Calm yourselves down, I didn’t put enough in to be lethal.”

“WHAT IN THE DEVILDOM POSSESSED YOU TO TRY AND POISON THE RULERS OF HELL?!” Lucifer shouted, his wings and horns fully on display and bright blue magic crackling between his fingers.

“The same reason I’ve been feeding this cake to Diavolo since he was a boy. To make him immune to poison.” Aynaet said with a casual shrug, she took another bite out of her piece of cake.

“Lucifer, calm down,” Diavolo raised his hand, then turned to Aynaet. “You’ve been… poisoning my food in very small doses in order to build up a poison immunity..?”

“Of course.” Aynaet replied. “I did the same with your father. As of right now, you’re immune to practically every commonly used poison in the entire Devildom.”

“I’ve been feeling unworthy to be the young master’s butler because… of poison.” Barbatos sat shellshocked in his chair, staring dead ahead.

“Holy shit…” Belphie murmured.

After a beat of silence, everyone turned to Beel, who had continued to shovel cake into his mouth.

“It’s still good, guys.”

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Author’s note

I’ve had this in my drafts forever lmao, I like to think that after Aynaet leaves, Barbatos makes a solemn vow to vet any ingredients that end up a part of Diavolo’s meals 🤣

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zhongrin · 2 years

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| ◆ ch.8.1 ⑊ (probably not) omniscient.

⬙⤠ masterlist ⤝⬙

◇ a/n ◇ we don't do imposter au here but we do have imposter syndrome :) honestly, relatable i also had to split this into two parts since it was getting too long, apologies!

to say that you're shocked after being told that you were asleep for twenty whole days was an understatement.

you weren't that tired, were you? when you went to bed that night after somehow helping to rectify the disaster that has befallen inazuma, you felt… normal. well, a tad tired perhaps, like you just had a busy day at work. and when you woke up, it felt like you managed to get a good eight hours of sleep.

eight hours…

how long was 'a day' in-game translated to earth time again?

"[name]~! you're awake!!"

you definitely weren't expecting anyone to be in the same room as you, especially since said room is located in a place that normal intruders would find hard to sneak in unnoticed. but you would have recognized that voice anywhere.

"what is it with you archons always appearing out of nowhere!"

barbatos blinks owlishly and gives you an innocent look, "oh… you're not happy to see me?"

"wha- i didn't say that," you grab onto your other arm and shift on your feet, "i was just surprised, is all. next time, can you just, i dunno, knock before entering a room?"

"okay!" he beams and steps closer to your side, angling his upper body diagonally in a cutesy manner as his arms settle behind his back, "sooo, i was thinking, since you look all healthy and energized now… how do you feel about going to a festival?"

"a… festival?"

"mmhm!"

"i mean, i would be more than happy to, but-"

"great! then, let's go! our ride is here!"

"what-"

you hear a commotion outside and instinctively release a yelp as the door towards the balcony of tenshukaku opens with a loud slam. a heavy gust of wind attacks the makeshift bedroom that beel had fashioned for you, knocking books and vases and various things off their places. it's so strong you had to close your eyes to prevent it from drying out, and you hear familiar laughter in your ears before a sense of weightlessness washes over your entire body. before you can fully understand what was happening, you come face to face with a familiar-looking dragon.

dvalin bows upon meeting your gaze, his low, rumbly voice echoing loudly even amidst the soldiers trying to make sense of the scene. his scales have somehow lost their luster, and you can see that a few of them are chipped off his back, but his magnificent form remains unchanging. in the corner of your eyes, you see beel appearing on the balcony, her weapon slowly dematerializing behind her as she shoots barbatos an unimpressed look.

"and so we meet again, eminent one."

"h-hi, dvalin… so, uh, i'm guessing you're our 'ride'?"

"it would be my honor to escort you to the city of freedom."

"right, right, away with the formality, let us depart at once before the jealous shogun decides to attack us for disturbing inazuma's peace!"

one playful giggle later, you feel the wind carry you onto the dragon's back. as soon as you're sitting securely right in front of the anemo archon, dvalin's wings flap away from tenshukaku. you barely catch a glimpse of baal bowing towards you before your whole vision shifts into the blue sky. it's a wonder how you're managing to not topple off the dragon's back when he's literally moving straight up into the clouds, but you suspect barbatos has something to do with it. besides, the arms wrapped around you are certainly helping with your anxiety of freefalling into the hard ground of inazuma.

"[name], are you having fun?"

the close proximity of his voice causes your cheeks to warm up, but you nod, not trusting that your voice would be audible over the loud wind whipping around the two of you as you soar through the sky at unimaginable speed.

"don't worry, you're safe with me! i am, afterall, the one who controls the wind!"

"r-right…"

barbatos hums a rather cheerful tune, and you smile as his voice enters your ears. it sounds nostalgic… no, very familiar… you think it sounds just like one of the soundtracks that play in mondstadt, but the absence of any instruments whatsoever makes you doubt yourself.

but how on earth would barbatos know of the songs playing in the background of the game itself?

in the first place, what is the game anyway? which one of the worlds you know is the actual reality? what's going to happen when you finish your 'task' here?

what if you're just crazy and this is all just a long fever dream?

"[name]? you're shivering, are you cold?"

"huh?! oh…. y-yeah, just a little…"

a flutter of cloth later, you find barbatos' cape wrapped over you, his bluish-green eyes shining with mirth as he takes a good look at your form in the new ensemble.

"ehe~ you look adorable wearing this! keep it on, okay? don't want you to catch a cold~"

can you catch a cold in the first place? you decide to not ask him such a trivial question, and instead choose the more important ones after voicing your gratitude.

"are we going to mondstadt?"

"ding ding ding! yes, we are!" the bard snaps his fingers and beams cheerfully at you, "with dvalin's speed, it shouldn't take us that long till we reach mondstadt! i assure you, you're going to have so much fun!!"

"is it really okay though? i mean…," you trail off, remembering the state of the city the last you saw it in-game. "is… is jean okay?"

"oh, the grand master? yes, she's very excited to meet you! she is one of the organizers who worked hard to make the festival runs smoothly! oh, of course, i helped too! praise me, praise me!"

you smile at the youthful enthusiasm in his eyes and decide to indulge him just a little, since he's acting rather adorably, "thank you, barbatos. you've worked hard."

"ehe~ aw, shucks, [name], you're making me feel embarrassed with such sincerity…"

a thought suddenly comes to your mind, and it seems like the topic should be properly discussed before you reach the city itself. therefore, you ask with a gentle tone, "um- should i call you venti or barbatos? i know you want to maintain your venti identity in front of the mondstadt population…"

"aha, you're as considerate as ever, [name]~ but don't worry, you can call me either way.... i suppose you didn't know this, but us archons had to take the lead in fighting back and protecting our people, lest what we've built so far be burnt to ashes along with ourselves."

the solemn expression on his face tells you of the grievances he has endured thus far. just as in the game, his love for mondstadt shines through at the direst times, and for some reason you feel... proud, of him. your hand subconsciously comes up to pat barbatos' head, and his look switches to one of wonder and surprise, before finally morphing to glee.

"hehe! well the good thing is that i can freely accompany you everywhere, since i clearly hold that privilege among others!"

"just don't get too drunk," you reprimand him.

"dear me, of course not! since you're here now, i'd rather be able to remember my time with you when i wake up tomorrow!"

venti's hum enters your ears once again before you can even comment on his exclamation. he looks so happy and content now, that you don't dare to pursue the topic further.

thankfully, you didn't have to stew in the uncomfortable fogginess inside your chest for too long. a few moments later, dvalin suddenly starts diving downwards into the clouds. your vision fills with white mists, the rapidly dropping altitude making an uncomfortable sensation within your stomach. eyes squeezed shut, you try to tell yourself to not vomit and focus on the cheery humming coming right from behind you.

"[name], are you okay?"

"just... a little nauseous...."

"i see. don't worry, we'll be there soon, okay?"

you nod, not trusting your throat to not gag while answering. your surroundings continue to sway like the way fervent turbulence shakes a whole airplane for what felt like years - until suddenly, it stops.

"here we are!"

the sunlight enters your eyes as they flutter open, blinding you momentarily and making tears gather on your underlines. it takes you a few blinks to readjust, and the familiar sight of mondstadt's walls greets you.

it's beautiful.

sure, if you look closer, you can see broken parts on the castle-like walls that surround the city. the greenery that used to thrive around the city's perimeters has dwindled into a mere fraction of what it used to be. the massive anemo archon statue is unpolished with several noticeable cracks running down its sides, and if you look closer, you can see countless other imperfections present throughout the place.

but still, it is beautiful.

because you can feel the joy and hope across the whole town. people are smiling and pointing excitedly toward the dragon, children jumping and trying to climb onto nearby crates so they can stand on higher ground.

in the distance, you see familiar golden-colored wings, and your lips move before you can hold them back.

"aether, lumine!!"

the twins perk up in unison when they hear you shouting. with a similar set of giddy smiles, they wave back, and they wait until dvalin descends low enough to the same level of elevation as their floating forms, before giving you a short bow and a casual salute respectively.

"hello! great to finally get to meet this teyvat's creator."

"aether, you're supposed to be a little more… polite, i think."

"oh! er- sorry- i mean- ahem. my apologies…"

you shake your head, arms waving almost wildly to emphasize your words further, "no, please, casual's good- actually, i would like it if you don't act so formal! just call me [name], okay?"

"oh- really? well then, nice to meet you, [name]!"

"be polite, she said. don't look too eager, she said- ow! hey!"

you laugh at the siblings' interaction, so free and almost... endearing, compared to how they were in most of the game's storyline. unbeknownst to you, the tree leaves and dandelions sway towards peals of laughter spilling from your lips. nature stirs. the wind whistles through the blade of newly grown grasses. barbatos watches silently with a smile as his dominion starts to reinvigorate in your presence, slowly but surely.

"will you come to the festival, [name]? it'll be fun!" lumine asks, hope shining in her bright eyes.

aether nods and gestures towards the townspeople, who are all watching the interaction closely, "everyone's been looking forward to meeting you!"

the hope in all these nonplayable characters- no, people's eyes... you can't deny that it feels... burdensome. frightening, even.

have they heard of what you did in inazuma? were they expecting you to do some sort of miracle here, too? what if you disappoint them when you tell them you have no recollection of being this all-knowing, holy being that you were supposed to be? what if they find out that you have no idea how or what you're doing here, that you have neglected their wellbeing, that you hadn't even realized they were suffering? real people. actual people. breathing, living beings-

"it'll be okay."

you turn towards barbatos-

no...

before you stand a smiling bard, his two-toned eyes looking at you with a softness that seems to ease the storm swirling inside your chest.

"venti..."

"think of it as accompanying me to a festival! a date with mondstadt's number one bard- now, isn't that a privilege?"

a familiar boy. a familiar smile. a familiar sense of casualty and freedom.

just for this small moment, you felt seen as [name]. just [name], and not the primordial one, the creator, the sovereign, the almighty.

you inhale shakily and nod, giving him an appreciative smile. turning to the twins next, you repeat the gesture, adding with a steady voice, "i'll go. i want to meet everyone too."

"great!" if the two realized something from the exchange, they certainly are covering it up well. the both of them choose to simply smile and extend their hands, and you take each on either side. having nothing under your feet is a terrifying feeling, but you somehow manage to float down onto the stone pavements in a gentle motion, all thanks to the siblings and barbatos' help.

"alright, move on, people! the festival isn't going to run itself!" venti chides, and to your complete and utter shock, the people of mondstadt complies, laughing and giving one last wave or a bow in your direction before continuing on their paths - as if the whole spectacle hadn't happened in the first place.

lumine gives you an excited smile, stars twinkling in her eyes as she asks you in an inquisitive but still upbeat tone.

"so, [name], have you had breakfast?"

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blakeswritingimagines · 8 months

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Mc working with archangels Pt 2

Diavolo: You slowly but surely were becoming sad that turned into depression like no other, due to the verbal abuse, always being left alone or never being left alone, being in danger every time you left the house of lamentation, and literally thinking you died only to realize you in fact didn't and after talking to the archangel that had been beside you since a certain age who was Micheal. Micheal joined your side after enough talking had gone on and went to join the meeting you made to speak with the lord demon prince himself to straighten everything out making sure nothing else happened. Once sitting down in front of Diavolo’s desk as he finished up some work before smiling as if nothing was wrong while he spoke with a cheerful tone “What brings you here today? Is everything alright?”. You opened your mouth ready to try and speak once for Micheal to speak up first as he kept his cool but was glaring at the head demon in charge "I've been told by Mc everything that has happened during this student exchange program, I'm here to insure nothing else happens to them or else....everything that happens to them will happen to you but worse but I'll be kind and let you explain your side of this mess but do so quickly." Micheal leaned back in his seat feeling his protectiveness kick up more than ever before due to this. Diavolo nodded his head then spoke “I see… I assume Mc has shared their side of the story with you? Unfortunately, I can't say I was always fair to them, especially at first.” Diavolo looked towards you with a regretful expression on his face “I see that I have hurt them quite a bit, and for their forgiveness, I am willing to do anything to gain it back. I understand that I have been overly harsh to them, and I apologize from the heart to both you and MC. From this moment forward, things will change.” Micheal looked unimpressed at the words being spoken to him and you but raised a brow knowing better than to believe anything said by a demon at face value, slowly nodding his head before clicking his tongue as he locked eyes with the demon in front of him "They will I'll see to it that it does" Knowing he wouldn't be leaving your side until things actually changed or when you said you felt more than comfortable to be alone.

Barbatos: Barbatos had noticed something was off about you when you first came to the Devildom but never said anything, having seen and heard how much attention was already on you even after everything with Belphegor even after noticing a few other things that seemed off but still never said anything until he had finally caught you alone. Seeing the angelic being that was Raphael beside you as he spoke “My, my, what do we have here? An angel by your side?” You played with your fingers glancing down at the ground before gently smiling at Barbatos as you started explaining "This is Raphael, I've been working with him for some time but he still comes to check up on me, especially since coming to Devildom." Shrugging your shoulders at the thought since it was normal in your daily life to see and talk to the archangel. “An angel? You did not feel the need to inform me of this earlier?” Barbatos huffed out even if he already knew enough “I see you are enjoying yourself.” He had a light smile on his face “How about this, I shall take care of the angelic guest so you may focus on your duties?” Barely tilting his head as he spoke knowing you still had school and after school activities you needed to attend to. Nodding your head softly with a smile as you said bye to both the dark-haired demon and the large angel giving them both a soft goodbye before returning a few hours later seeing them bake together speaking casually as if they had been friends forever before Barbatos looked up and saw you giving you a playful grin and wink as he spoke up “You know you should be careful Mc. You know how fickle angels can be.”

Simeon: Having been busy while still trying to do your best to see and hang out with everyone, having been hanging out with Solomon who was helping you study for an upcoming exam before you looked over once the dorm door opened and you saw both angels walk in as Simeon was trying to calm and relax Luke who had his arms crossed pouting. Trying to ask the small blonde what the problem was only to be met with a roll of the eyes and a small huff as Simeon apologized for him but explain that everyone had been busy recently even Luke’s favorite angel Micheal. Nodding your head as you listened even as Solomon tried telling you to butt out of it thinking you couldn’t do anything to help only to shrug the white-haired wizard off as you called for Uriel who soon enough showed up happily before you and asked what was wrong, telling the situation the high ranking angel who simply nodded along listening closely before turning to face the shocked angels who matched Solomon as their jaws were dropped but mentioned the word would be passed along and made it important. Telling you that he’d be around soon again to check on you again before leaving with a smile as all three males finally shook themselves out of the trance only to pester you with questions of “How do you know Uriel?, do you know Micheal?, would the archangel like to make a pact?” Only to shrug at them all as you went back to studying “I’ve worked with Uriel before and after enough time we’ve become besties.”

Solomon: Attempting to help Solomon with a cooking lesson since you both agreed to a deal of him learning how to cook while he taught you magic, checking your phone every once in a while with a smile but shook it off every time the tall male tried asking you what was so funny. Hearing the laughter from the archangel Gabriel before seeing him as both you and Solomon turned around to face the angel. Laughing with Gabriel as he recalled the pranks done to the demon brothers before the shock wore off the sorcerer next to you as he asked “Your friends with Gabriel? how? when? did I miss something?”, smiling up at him as you shrugged while continuing on with the cooking lesson as Gabriel stuck around becoming the taste taster for you both as you answered “I’ve known Gabriel for a long time by now at least, however the house of lamentation has been chaotic lately so I asked for some help pranking the brothers” Looking over at Solomon with a smile as if you didn’t say anything as he kept looking at you shocked before slowly nodding as he started helping you again as if processing everything as he slowly spoke “Alright....Does Gabriel help others?”.

#obey me lord diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me otome #obey me shall we date #obey me #otome game #otome imagines #thank you for the request!

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes #444 Not the time

*The Royals + Mc are on a camping trip, Diavolo and Barbatos left Mc and Demon King by the fire, Secretly this trip was a plot to make Demon King And You make peace*

D.K*Scoots across the log and sighs looking at Mc*Look Mc...Umm-

-Cue Harmonica Music, making the two jump and frown turning their heads back to a bush..that Diavolo was hiding in holding a boom box*

Dia: JUST THOUGHT I MIGHT HELP 'SET' THE MOOD! YOU KNOW FOR YOUR BIG HEART-TO-HEART CHAT!

D.K:😒*Frowns at him*

Mc:🤨*Raises brow,Unimpressed*

Dia:...

Barb*Turns the boom box off and drags him away*

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marathedemonoverlord · 1 year

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Guys I love my Pug so much. If I had to go to Devildom I'm not going without him (He's a senior citizen with separation anxiety) but now I'm thinking of scenarios with my beloved Pug! (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Just imagine coming to Devildom and as Diavolo's doing his spiel this distinguished gentleman waddles his old man legs over to be near the MC. Standing by them and not really aware they're surrounded by demons but just wanting to be with them.

Lucifer has to put a dog bed in MC's room and when MC sleeps they just hear his loud ass old man snoring. Every day MC Goes to RAD my Pug just watches them go sadly and sleeps or sits by the door until MC returns. A sad old man who misses his person.

The Brothers have to deal with his bad dog breath and old joints. Hear him grumble and grouse when they have to clean his ears and wrinkles. He won't bite them but his loud grumbles are enough to get the message only MC can touch him. Watch as MC has to pick him up and carry him upstairs/downstairs or watch his slow butt try to follow MC down the hallway or wherever he thinks they might be in the House of Lamentation. He doesn't really know what MC's doing he just wants to be near them or be included in the conversation around the brothers. Hes very lonely being near someone makes him happy. Heck even if the brothers try to comfort him they know as soon as MC walks in he's following them instead.

Oh Lucifer would hate his shedding he's like a cotton ball of fluff and wrinkles and if he ever holds him that black outfit is gonna get ruined. Lucifer would be so annoyed too as a senior Pug he has a special diet and has supplements for his bones and he has to make sure his brothers aren't feeding him anything to upset his digestion. He also likes to sun bathe so now MC and Lucifer try to talk to Diavolo about putting some lamps up so he can sunbathe (Which we ALL know Diavolo would. He probably would spoil my Pug more than he already is!)

The Brothers will walk in to see this everyday laying anywhere and napping. He's potty trained and a good Pug he just isn't scared of the vacuum and stubborn as ever. Even if you put the vacuum near him he just sits there and looks at you unimpressed. A mad lad!

Mannnnn and then there's his walks. My Pug is such a senior citizen he loves his routine walks and will do them slowly enjoying the scenery. A walk around the block turns to an hour in a half if walking at his pace. He doesn't like other dogs and gets uncomfortable with them so the brothers also have to make sure hes okay because he's shy and antisocial. He only loves MC and people/demons/angels.

Just imagining him waddling his way through the castle also melts my heart. My Pug staying with Diavolo for a time fell asleep in Diavolos office and when Diavolo left he can hear his little nails scrape on the floor as he goes searching for him. He needs a person after all with him when he wakes up.

Barbatos will probably hate him tho. My Pug sheds everywhere AND he doesn't care about rats or other animals (he hates cats tho cause cats make him jealous) and will just sleep as Barbatos fights a rat/mouse by himself.

Solomon will probably try to test my Pug and if he does I'll fight him because my Pug isn't bright! What he lacks in intelligence he makes up for in ingenuity!

Simeon and Luke will probably like him until Simeon realizes his gloves are covered in Pug hair too.

And the brothers who have to live with him they'll probably be used to the 13 year old Pug wandering the house.

Lucifer probably has to put a bed in his study since my Pug will probably lay in his room if he can't find MC.

Mammon probably carries him everywhere and buys him everything then gets offended when the Pug ignores him afterwards for MC. He thought what they had was special!!

Leviathan probably brings his Akuzon packages to him because My Pug likes unboxing and they can unbox and look at it together. He really loves it.

Satan can pet him as they read feeling the softness as he snores is nice. As well having Lucifer carry him is icing on the cake.

Asmodeus probably gets him new shirts and sweaters everyday and makes MC put them on him since he doesn't want Pug hair on him

Beel probably lifts my Pug like he doesn't weigh anything carrying and eating as my Pug sits by his legs needy (Mf would definitely feed the dog even after explaining his strict diet so everyone has to watch them)

Belphegor and the Pug probably sleep together their snores causing an earthquake as they both get it in for the rest of the cast.

Oh it would be so cute! He'd bask in the attention lol!! (Also this is entirely self indulgent I just wanted to make a post about how much I adore my Pug (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) )

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krys-does-art-stuff · 8 months

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A lil wip with Diavolo, Barbatos, and an unimpressed Miri

Sept 2023

#krys draws fanart #obey me #obey me oc #traditional stuff #2023 #sept 2023

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emmys-grimoire · 2 years

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Lesson 78 Story

I’m a lesson behind now. Nooooo.

I liked this one less than most of the others. I’m not even including an analysis or prediction section. It’s the commentary the whole way through, baby. I’ll hopefully get to 79 in the next couple of days.

Story

We’re up early and investigating the wishing board. Mammon empathizes with the students who apparently don’t like school and don’t want to study. Lucifer chastises him and tells him not to assume everyone is like him (though apparently these students are). Beelzebub notes that it sounds more like a complaint than a wish. In spite of all their investigating, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Mammon thinks the student didn’t post the wish while at RAD, but Satan counters that they might have had practice or a club meeting that may have kept them on campus. Lucifer tells us to “be ready for anything”.

Diavolo and Barbatos show up. They haven’t noticed anything different, either. Diavolo tells us we should get to class. Mammon complains about having to wake up early for nothing. Satan notices a commotion coming from a nearby classroom. We go to investigate.

Apparently all the school equipment has gained sentience and everything is running amok. Lucifer asks us what we should do. We don’t get to answer (we do so offscreen yay)

Back outside, Satan notes that the same situation is unfolding in all the other classrooms. Belphegor suggests we go to the newspaper room and have them take down the wishing board. He compliments us for… I have no idea? So does Satan. Apparently we’re making brilliant offscreen decisions I’m not privy to.

We find out what we did shortly after:

Uh... cool, I guess?

The now-animated objects just wish to disrupt class, not harm anyone. That’s a relief, at least.

They both continue to praise you for your epic decisions then we finally get to the newspaper room.

Mephisto is unimpressed with our manners, again.

Satan demands he take down the wishing board. Mephisto is pleased to see we’re now focused on what matters, but chides us for not doing it sooner. Belphegor asks him how long he knew this was going on, and Mephisto claims he has a “general sense” of the situation.

Apparently Diavolo specifically ordered him not to fix it himself. Now that we’re here, we ask him to fix it.

But alas, it can’t be that simple!

Apparently there’s a magical barrier preventing entry.

Belphegor wonders if we should get Beelzebub to destroy the computer, and Mephisto is aghast at the suggestion. The rest of the brothers drop by and Mephisto complains even more about manners.

We get another Solomon tutoring flashback! Apparently in front of a big leafless cherry tree.

It’s a lesson showing us how to a magic object into something without letting anyone notice, and how to dispel the magic and remove the object.

Naturally, we deduce that this is what we have to do to extract the magic item inside the wishing board. Without telling anyone, we cast a spell on the computer.

The angels + Solomon drop in and wonder openly about what we’re doing. Asmo tells them we’re casting MAGIC and Solomon is excited to watch.

Asmo asks him WTF we’re doing and Solomon explains:

But alas, the trick doesn’t work.

It’s just too powerful.

We regroup at the HoL and discover we instructed them to lock all student ID’s out of the system with the exception of student council members, to prevent them from posting any new wishes to the board. Mammon reassures us that we did the best we could for now.

Before we can discuss our next plan, we hear Asmo scream.

We run into his room to see what’s wrong.

He’s freaking out because he can no longer see his reflection.

While Asmo sobs, the rest of the brothers puzzle over it. Asmo’s the only one affected, and it seems he has no reflection at all. They don’t sense any magic involved. Levi insists it must be something paranormal, and… they realize they can’t see him *at all*.

RIP Levi. He’s now invisible.

Both Asmo and Levi are wailing and wishing the world would end.

We go to the council room and they get mad at Lucifer for going to work even though classes were cancelled, which seems like a very normal Lucifer thing to do. Barbatos informs us that classes won’t be held for as long as the furniture and supplies are rebelling. They don’t really care about that: they demand Lucifer fix their problems immediately.

So we finally let Lucifer know what’s happening with Asmo and Levi. We wonder what’s causing all this, and Satan insists it can’t be related to the wishing board. Barbatos ellipses, and Diavolo asks him what’s wrong. He’s says it’s nothing, when it’s clearly something.

Since we can’t figure it out, Lucifer orders us to return to the HoL and stay put. Then he suddenly forgets Mammon’s name.

And Leviathan can’t remember either. Nor Satan. No one remembers the Great Mammon.

Solomon shows up and seems to know what’s up due to Asmo texting him earlier. He asks us if we remember Mammon’s name and, surprise, we don’t.

Leviathan remembers Belphegor suddenly forgot his name recently, too.

Solomon believes the dark crevasse which tore through the classroom is responsible for what’s occurring.

Apparently the three of them DIED and Barbatos only got them back by manipulating time. I guess he’s only forbidden from travelling through time?

So all these things occurring are just side effects of being swallowed by the dark crevasse, which is forbidden for a reason. Everyone despairs, because you now have this problem to solve on top of figuring out what’s going on with the wishing board, and it’s the last day of your trial! What are we gonna do!?

We just get back to trying to figure out what’s up with the wishing board, because that is the immediate problem and time is winding down. Beel is prompted to write something on the wishing board. He naturally wishes for food.

He gets a text. The wish immediately goes through. The magic is still intact. We cannot simply wish the brothers back to normal, though…

Because the dark crevasse has internet access beyond the grave, apparently.

Belphegor suggests they throw the magic item into a dark crevasse, but Satan points out we can’t even get the magic item in the first place.

They note that Satan seems to be unusually fixated on his phone, and wonder if he’s sending cursed spam to Lucifer. He says he has to because it’s just his daily routine now. He tells everyone (including Lucifer -- who in fact reminds him he’s right there) that he’s sending Lucifer a cyber devil virus, and gloats about Diavolo finding all the scandalous spam Lucifer has been sending out. Lucifer reassures Diavolo he’s not going to open it because why the fuck would he? Diavolo looks disappointed.

Satan goes “oh yeah well what if I had the wishing board MAKE you open it?” Suddenly, in this bout of stupidity, an idea strikes us.

We find out what it is next lesson.

Commentary

Not doing analysis or predictions because there’s not much to say and I’m a lesson behind so predictions are kind of pointless now. I didn’t particularly enjoy this lesson because it felt even more rail roady than usual by depriving you of the usual two choice dialogue options – the ones with the correct answer and the dumbass answer – in favor of assuming you made the correct choice and having the brothers compliment you repeatedly for your offscreen brilliance. It’s clear we truly have nothing to fear in this trial. Satan pretty much outright telling Lucifer about the prank he’s doing in real time was also contrived af, and clearly meant to just help us come up with the solution to our problem.

The dark crevasse still affecting those it killed after being destroyed is interesting, I guess. I guess Barbartos didn’t just erase it out of existence for some reason. We remember he has the ability to do that, right? That’s what he did with the alternate timeline and that’s what I assume he had done.

Whatever, don’t think too hard about it. Just vibe and go along with it.

Haven’t gotten to 79 yet but I will soon.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me lesson 78 #obey me spoilers #obey me barbatos #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey be mammon #obey me solomon #commentary #analysis #obey me season 4

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obeythedemons · 2 years

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Protective [Obey Me! Barbatos/Lance]

Warnings: Attic incident mention, head injury, concussion (loosely based on my experience with a concussion - but that’s all blurry to me), incorrect medical stuff to fit the plot, amnesia, threat, pact use without permission

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 507

Obey Me! Masterlist

Lance slammed the door open, his chest heaved up and down. His lungs constricted painfully as he felt an asthma attack set in from when he sprinted to the castle. He eyed Barbatos corned in the room, his tail wrapped around his body as he stared at something with widened eyes. In his phone, Barbatos nearly crushed the DDD he used to contact Lance.

Lance followed Barbatos’s gaze to see a rat sitting there. With a sigh, Lance walked over to the creature, a hand moved up to his lips as he made quick kissing noises. The rat looked up at him and walked over. Bending down, Lance grabbed the rodent with the bite gloves he wore and walked out of the room without a word.

Barbatos’s tail slowly uncurled from around himself as his legs gave out. He sighed and massaged them, trying to get the feeling back into them from how stiff they were. His ears twitched when he heard footsteps hurry over to him.

“Don’t worry, I washed my hands,” Lance spoke quickly as he knelt by the demon. “Are you okay?”

Barbatos nodded, his heart still racing at seeing the horrible creature. “I don’t know if I should be glad that you get along with them or if I should be horrified.”

Lance chuckled as they moved some strands of hair out of his face. “I’m glad you’ll take care of spiders for me, so be glad?”

Barbatos looked up at Lance with an unimpressed look. “I don’t make spiders follow me like you make rodents.”

Lance pursed his lips together into a thin line. “That’s fair. But it makes it easier to get them, so it’s a good thing.” He gently ran his hand over Barbatos’s cheek. The demon unconsciously leaned into the touch. “Do you need anything?”

“I can’t move.”

Lance chuckled. “Want help getting up?” Barbatos silently nodded his head. Lance placed one of the demon’s arms and wrapped it around his shoulder. Biting his tongue, Lance helped hoist the demon up, letting him lean most of his weight on him. He helped move him closer to the couch and nearly dropped him there. “Sorry!”

Barbatos snorted in amusement. “I’m surprised you made it this far without letting me fall.”

“Shut up,” Lance whined with a pout. “I wouldn’t let you fall.”

“You would try not to, but you’d make sure I’d fall on you with no regard to your safety.”

Lance thought about it for a moment and said with a wide grin, “Correct!”

Barbatos sighed. “That’s not necessarily a good thing.”

“Protecting you is a good thing,” Lance said softly as he sat next to the butler to the next king of Hell. “I don’t want you to get hurt or scared, so I’ll protect you.”

“You do know exactly who and what I am, don’t you?”

Lance smirked and kissed his cheek. “You’re an adorable demon!” Lance got up quickly before Barbatos could retaliate. “I’ll get the tea!” Lance hollered as he bolted out of the room.

#Obey Me!#Obey Me #Barbatos #Obey Me Barbatos #MC!Lance #Main Character #Lance #Oneshot #Drabble #Ficlet

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lightvsdark18 · 1 year

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Unexpected Visit to The Devildom 2.1

Followed LovesOfLauryn and Lavi Alraune's playthrough.

It has been a year since the Devildom. The calling rule was made because Milady seemed very busy and stressed out, so the rule was to prevent the brothers from taking up too much of her time. Solomon, after finding out her location, became a recent friend she hung out with. However, she kept him unaware of her situation, only answering with "I'm going through personal issues" when he questioned her.

"Who are you again?"

"I like the rule because it gives me time to do important things instead having your brothers talk my ear off."

Solomon brings up the Devildom and she admits she misses the brothers.

"Going where?"

"Wait, Solomon. Could I go and get-"

(You couldn't give me a warning or let me prepare before dropping me down a black hole. At least she has her human world phone and doesn't have to go through being a missing person again.)

(When he said he wanted to give you head, he didn't mean land on his head. Sorry, not sorry)

"I wasn't trying to land on you."

"I wasn't planning on coming here, Solomon just showed up and brought us here. Ow. But it is good to see you guys again."

"Oh, okay. Actually, I'm not sure how to get there."

Thinks. "Probably."

"Yeah, it was a bit nerve-wracking."

Explores the whole house and go through memory lane, and maybe go through the brothers' rooms >:3c

(I have to cook if I want human world food. Duck you, Belphie.)

(The Avatar of Pride cried at hearing I had to go home, and now got stupidly excited at seeing me again. Knowing I'm that important to him makes me happy ^-^)

Pushes the soup away.

"That doesn't mean you should have touched it."

Starts wondering around the house out of boredom and finds Satan in the library.

"Knowledge is power."

Is getting concerned.

"No thanks." Steps back at him approaching her, making an uncomfortable expression.

"I wished to see you all."

Panics slightly at him slamming his hands on the book stack. "... The cleanup is going to be a nightmare." Looks at him and makes a stern look. "Get back."

Pinches Satan's cheeks. "You all have a pact with me. If something happens, I'll just use it against them. Now then, I have to go clean up the mess your brothers caused."

"I'm just wondering around."

"-this one here looks like it's Mammon's. Which means it's fair game." Rude.

"Sort of sweet... It almost makes me want to nibble on you."

Backs away. "Beel, hop on one leg."

"Hm? Why?"

"Just do it."

~~~~

Belphie walks in, talks to them, then suddenly tells them he has to go. "Belphie, wait!"

"What is it? I want to go sleep."

"Give me a high five."

"? Okay..."

"Feel better?"

"Hm? Wh- ! Actually, I do. How did you know?"

"Don't worry about it, gotta go." Runs off.

She walks upstairs and gets tackled by Asmo. "Get off." Unimpressed to confusion on what is happening to him.

"Umm." She's so confused on what's going on.

"How do you feel about me, Kate?" Freezes at the question. "I love you as a friend." An honest answer he doesn't take seriously.

Pulls her into his arms before she could react. The weight lost comment does fit Milady's situation.

"Could you please stop?"

Narrows eyes.

Flicks him on the forehead.

Fucks up on the secret phrase.

Stands there, arms crossed and a bit smug as Levi freaks out.

"Levi, you just have to follow an order of mine and you will be fine."

"Levi, stop insulting yourself."

"They got to me first. I'm surprised you didn't come find me. I guess I'm not that important to you."

"W-What?! I never said-! Don't mess with me like that?!"

"Anyway, give me a hug."

[Unwanted Guilt]

"No, not really."

"I would love to go."

Milady tells the brothers first before going to Diavolo about the Celestial Realm.

"Do I have your permission to go?"

"Guys, you're not coming. The Celestial Realm wouldn't allow it."

(Asmo, what the fuck.)

"I'm a bit nervous." I'm always nervous, Barbatos.

"Yeah, they're annoying sometimes."

She's honestly terrified at arriving in the Celestial Realm because she's worried about accidentally being disrespectful and/or saying curse words/doing something she's not suppose to.

Second time?

"It's beautiful, but it's burning my eyes."

"Oh?" Michael wants to meet me. (Fear.)

Just smiles at Luke.

"Aw, man. I guess I have to wait to listen to embarrassing Lucifer stories."

"You two should visit the human world. I could show you my apartment."

Pats Luke's head. (I feel bad for him.)

Shrugs at the brothers.

"Um, I never done a festival before so I don't know if I'm the right option."

"I don't think he can embarrass you."

"Um, no, I have a festival to plan and I have no clue where to first. I got some research to do."

"Belphie, you're in trouble. You forgot today's meeting."

"Could this be a curse?"

"I think we should keep moving forward."

"Beel could stay here and we could keep going?"

"Beel! Don't eat that."

"Levi, breathe!"

"Levi..."

Shrugs at Belphie.

"Probably Lucifer."

"Actually, I have snacks in my room. If you promise to do your work, I'll help you out."

No, she's not okay with setting up a whole festival.

"I don't know."

Sets 10 minutes on her phone and stares up at the ceiling.

(I'm saying Belphie finished his work and had breakfast.)

She apologizes for bringing the game to the school, then gets surprised at Diavolo's excitement.

"How are we going to get to the council room?"

The memory of the vow pops into her head. Looks at the coliseum and follows after Diavolo.

Has a small list of ideas.

(Lucifer, stop guilt tripping me.) She tugs on his sleeve and does not meet his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lucifer. I borrowed a game from Levi and accidentally dropped it when I went after Lord Diavolo."

"I think I handle it."

"How to release the stress you just gave me."

"Pff-"

"... Prideful and a bit of a sadist."

"Romance."

"... The main character gains a new understanding of themself."

-_-

"Definitely not your idea."

"I guess so. Let's quickly get the things we need."

Narrows eyes, then raises brows and looks at No.2. "I didn't know you had a kid."

"We're kinda busy at the moment."

Squints. "Mammon, you're coming with."

Makes a face at "nice couple."

"You're too easy to read."

"No, we're just friends." Purposely doesn't look at Mammon.

"Eh." Not interested in the zombie iguana, but still takes it.

Hand holding.

True.

"No promises." >:3

She hugs him because he's scared, but then he says it's a turn-on. Takes her arms away from him and looks disgusted. "Don't make it weird."

"So? We're at a carnival, is it really that bad?"

Doesn't have a response for Mammon when he said the Devildom is boring without her, but asking her to staying in the Devildom. "Sorry, but I allow to the human world."

"Mammon and I are at the carnival ;p"

"Does there have to be a reason for us to hold hands?"

"Why do you need to throw it away? Can't you just remove the curse?"

"Number 2, if you don't want to see my shoe flying towards your face, you better shut up."

Shrugs with a sure.

"What if it's both?"

"You say that but yet you're the one who called me master." Smug human.

"I have an idea, but that's not my place to say. You have to ask him yourself."

"Is really that bad to rely on me?"

Excuse you, seduce me? Boy, the only thing you're going to be doing is making me uncomfortable.

Don't do that to her.

"I'm hungry, but I'm not going to eat a lot of it. Just warning you."

"I'm kinda done with rides for today."

"Can't one of you stop it?"

Milady backs up at the fight getting more out of control. She yells "stop!" without realizing she was using the pacts, then becomes surprised at them being thrown onto the floor. She's stunned at her own power.

"I'm sorry, guys, I didn't mean to throw you to the ground like that. I even didn't know I was using the pacts until afterwards."

Furls brows at Mammon for yelling at Levi.

Doesn't yell at Beel, just lectures him like a tired mom.

"Morning, guys."

"What? Why am I paying?"

"Um, excuse you, should I remind you I was the one who stopped everyone from causing more damage unlike you who didn't help the situation. The bill is your problem, not mine." She gets up from the table, grabs her bag and leaves for RAD.

She's having lunch with Diavolo and Barbatos while talking about the fight.

[Understand?]

Simeon, you vicious.

Nods to Solomon.

Shakes head. "I feel fine."

She told Simeon she doesn't want to be a part of the play, but got dragged in anyway.

"I'm always tired."

"Guys, please don't fight." And they ignore her. Wants to get up and leave, but too anxious to move.

Levi, you just made her more worried.

Deeply sighs. "Really, guys?"

"Well, this isn't a comedy, Simeon. So, take this seriously." There's a slight green in her blue eyes.

These guys are acting like children.

(Ooh! Simeon saying "understand?" then Lucifer getting surprised. It reminded him when Milady said that to him. That fits so perfectly!)

"ENOUGH!"

"Shush, they may hear you," says with a smile.

Now we just to work on the rest of them.

"Does it matter if I did?"

Because Milady knows what the brothers' feelings are towards her, she will decline their invitation to the dance to have no misunderstanding and/or fights. She would dance with them at the party, but won't show up with them.

"By being center stage?" Tired eyes.

"He's not, you're just being an narcissist."

"! Katie, you're so cruel."

"I'm tired, so my positive mood is gone at the moment."

"... If Satan and I make up, you will go back to your normal self, right?"

"Most likely."

"Then maybe I should be the one to take the initiative..."

"Where did the cat come from?"

"I didn't do anything."

Feels a headache coming on.

"Guys, can you two calm down?"

(I believe her eyes are teal tinted before and during the retreat)

"Of course I am."

"What's going on?"

"I don't really care."

Chases after Beel while calling his name, trying to get close enough to use the pact, but couldn't. (HC Lucifer subconsciously has an arm around Luke's shoulders protectively.)

"Beel doesn't know how to control himself," says annoyingly.

Starts tearing up at the human world phone being destroyed and everything in her bedroom ruined.

(Can't you just wait for them to dry? Also, Milady's going make you buy her a new phone)

"I'm getting sick of this."

"He probably just needed Solomon for something specific that only he knows to deal with, whatever it is."

"Oh? Are you worried about him?"

"You two know each other well."

"Yeah, Mammon is a father. I found out when we went to the carnival."

Chuckles at the brothers teasing Mammon.

"It was no problem, Simeon."

"Luke, what's wrong?"

"Aw, my boy." Pats Luke's head.

"No one, actually. I decided to go alone."

(For my prom, I danced with my friend and a few girls joined in and we all were in circle at the end of the dance floor swinging their arms. If I asked all of the brothers, that's what would happen, or we start doing the macarena or a conga line.)

"But that doesn't mean it isn't hard to pass."

"I guess."

"Your welcome."

"No... Why?"

"I remember Solomon talking about muscle pain after putting demons under his control."

"About the muscle pain."

Groans.

But I don't care about controlling them though.

(Why is Lucifer in his casual clothes and not his uniform?)

Yeah, have the wrathful one tutor me, totally going to end well.

Makes a noise in her throat in the form of a laugh.

... I don't think your words are a lie, aren't them?

"... Meow?" (You too easy)

"Probably not."

Milady gets to unlock her flirt mode. Rip Levi.

"He's going to stab you."

"The fuck was that?"

"You should have told me what the curse was before making me say it. Of course I failed, you dingus."

"I'm still annoyed, and uncomfortable."

"Sorry about that. But to be honest, if he didn't kicked you, I would have."

She didn't remember the incantation.

"Yes."

"I'm stressed out."

"Beel, no." Then he snatches it out of her hand.

"This is weird, like a lot."

"Beel, come here." Has his head in her lap and pets him to allow Satan to find a solution.

She's going to bed.

Does not give Lucifer the cat potion, she's already scared of him and doesn't want to see his wrath.

Jumps slightly at something touching her head. Also, But I didn't do anything to cause that.

Damn, Asmo. "No, now do your work."

"Work." Goes back to playing on her phone.

"I'm choosing someone I don't know." Sticks out tongue teasingly at them.

"Aw, Luke." They have a small talk instead of plot like the game.

Brings a hand up to cover Mammon's mouth.

Goes looking for someone else to sprite the brothers.

"Thanks for your helping."

"Like what?" Concern for the request.

(You know Lucy will always choose his family.)

"? What's wrong?"

Sits down next to Lucifer and leans against him in a comforting way.

Asmo has everyone play Truth or Drink for family game night, and Milady unfortunately has to drink. It is going well when Asmo asks her, "which one of us are you scared of?" He thought it was a harmless question until he saw her hurt expression and took a shot.

For the whole week, the brothers were constantly worrying about if she was sacred of them or not, asking her for the truth in private. She flat out told them she wasn't scared of them, except for Belphie, she danced around the question by telling him to not worry about it.

One night, Lucifer asks her to meet him in his office to discuss something. When she turns to leave, "before you go, you could answer a question. Are you scared of me?" She freezes and says nothing. "You are, aren't you?" She walks out of the room.

He didn't like that. He falls back into his chair and finishes his glass before throwing it against the wall and letting out a frustrated growl. She was in front of the library doors when she heard the sound in his office.

The brothers start talking about what she said to them when they were chilling in the common room. Belphie points out what she told him and they all grow quiet. She walks in and they all greet her, except Belphie, he realizes she's scared of him.

"Please tell me the game wouldn't cause us trouble."

"What do you need?"

"How exactly can I help?"

Stares unimpressed at Satan.

"What about spending a day with me if you do it?"

Nods.

"Diamond, let's just go. Your brothers aren't appreciating you, so there's no point to stay."

"Kate, why are you leaving? You're suppose to be helping me." -Asmo

"If you three are going insult your brother, then why should I stay? And don't say you love me or that you're beautiful."

"And you're very much appreciated."

Shrugs.

"You known him for a long, can you tell me anything that help me understand him better?"

"Nothing in particular."

"I'm not actually surprised that you designed a few things."

"I mean, that's how siblings are."

"Why did Lord Diavolo withdraw?"

"Even though you got second place last year."

"I'll do my best."

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#obey me shall we date #milady

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