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"Let's Go Home" | Lucifer, Mammon

It was just a slip of the tongue by you, but he didn’t miss it. Despite being in an entirely different realm, you called the House of Lamentation your home. Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1k A/N: Just had a random fluff idea from the dialogue of one of my wips

Lucifer

It had been a long day, the demon brothers were up to their usual antics but somehow it was much, much worse today. Mammon running off on a new money making scheme, Leviathan chasing up on said Avatar of Greed for his growing debt. Satan getting caught up in a swarm of adoring fans charmed by Asmodeus and Beelzebub on a rampage for his next meal. For once Belphegor wasn’t asleep, only laughing sadistically at another chaotic day. And by the sidelines you stood, watching the brothers, shoulders slowly rising throughout the day until they were at your ears. You were silent, almost ready to burst.

“I’m going home,” you muttered to Lucifer who stood beside you. He looked at you with raised eyebrows as you already turned your back to him, walking off. You were usually more resilient than this. Hell, you were usually a part of this chaos. And yet here you were, finally withdrawing from the demonic realm, not with a bang but with a whimper. You didn’t throw a tantrum, you didn’t storm off enraged, you merely started walking and Lucifer couldn’t fight the uncomfortable ache in his chest.

“It will take more than that to arrange your return to the human realm.”

“What?” You turned back with furrowed eyebrows. Looking off as you scoured your mind, you started to fidget as you realised what you said. You started with a nervous chuckle as you desperately tried to ignore the heat coming to your face, wide eyes now preoccupied with a loose thread on the hem of your shirt. “Oh. Well, when I said ‘home’ I actually meant… uh…”

“The House of Lamentation?” Lucifer’s grin looked smug but his emotions were far from it. As you nodded slowly but surely he masked his exhale of relief as one of exasperation towards his brothers. They would be suitably taken care of later. Right now, his focus was on the dear exchange student who was acclimatising to the Devildom. Who, despite how expansive the House of Lamentation was, has managed to light up every winding corridor and neglected room. Who, despite Lucifer’s own best efforts, has not only situated themselves comfortably in his home, but also his heart.

A hand placed on the small of your back, he gently pushed you away from the ruckus.

“What are you smiling about?” You eventually asked as you turned your head to him. Usually Lucifer would instantly drop his expression upon being caught red-handed like this, but it only softened.

“Calling the House of Lamentation your home is proof of how this exchange program has been a success. I’m sure Diavolo would be thrilled to hear about this.”

He doesn’t mention how although the mansion was his home to begin with, it didn’t feel as such until you entered it.

Mammon

Somehow with your time at Devildom you had amassed a lot of contacts and friends, totalling a network that rivalled Asmodeus’. And with that inevitably came times when you were off on your own - often at Purgatory Hall - leaving Mammon alone.

No, he did not miss your presence, is what he adamantly told his brothers as he paced back and forth by the front door of the House of Lamentation. He was just being a good brother, not only cleaning the furniture around the front door but also a reliable guardian - Lucifer did entrust you to his care after all! No one is able to drag him to where the front door is out of his sight. True to his sin, he’s greedy to be the first you greet and the first to greet you.

But even with his trusty D.D.D. in hand, Mammon’s patience was wearing thin as you didn’t return when you said you would. Yes, Mammon may have spam texted you an ungodly amount, and you did eventually reply about how you were trying to convince Solomon not to cook but Mammon still wasn’t satisfied. Not until you were here in person for the movie night you were currently half an hour late for.

The door clicks open to reveal your slumped figure, an exhausted but content smile on your face.

“I’m home.”

“About damn time!” Mammon complained as he practically crashed into you with a hug. Feeling the door against your back, you were glad you closed it in time else you two would’ve fallen over. “Yer late, y’know that? You got some nerve takin’ this long ‘n’ makin’ the Great Mammon wait and-”

“Mammon?”

You tried to push him off so you could look at his face but he was unusually silent as he stared at you with wide eyes. Completely still, the only thing that changed was his reddening cheeks.

After a couple of pokes to his cheek - his skin burned under your touch - he shook his head as he linked arms with you, haphazardly pulling you towards his room. The silence was becoming unnerving as he fixed his gaze to the ground, almost walking into a wall had you not pulled him away last minute.

Eventually you asked him if he was alright.

“Did ya mean that?”

“Mean what?” You tilted your head as Mammon closed the door to his room.

“You called this place home.”

You hummed curiously as you tried to rack your memory. “Oh, yeah I guess I did. You just make this place comforting.”

“Don’t say stuff like that without warnin’!” Mammon complained, shaking his head furiously.

You laughed at his flustered state as you took the initiative to put on a movie. Settling back beside him with the two of you under a blanket, Mammon found his gaze settled on you instead of the screen. How your being emanated a comforting warmth through the blanket, your weight against him grounding him. He found himself agreeing with you. This really is home.

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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I really like the thought of MC's interactions and relationships with the other beings in Devildom. The demon bros and rest of the cast are great but I feel like it's the little interactions with the 'NPCs' that would make Devildom worth staying in and feel more... organic. There's a group of succubi for MC to party with at the Fall when Asmo gets too much to handle for the night. A retailing demon at Majolish that knows which new releases will suit MC whenever they drop by. A demon at Hell's Kitchen that knows MC's order off by heart. A witch that gives MC discounts on potions and hexes just because they're a regular.

It's canon that MC is pretty popular at R.A.D., there are lesser demons regularly greeting MC in the hallways and likely jump at the chance to give MC their pen if they ever forget. Members of the Fangol team keep MC company as they wait for Beel to finish up. MC has made friends with the demons who have their lockers next to them, they have conversations before school every morning.

And it's not just the humanoid creatures. Cerberus is a given, becoming more of a supersized puppy whenever it sees MC, much to Lucifer's chagrin. A haunted portrait painting in the castle will break into a grin whenever MC walks past. There's a Little D that hovers around MC whenever they go to Diavolo's castle, it was so preoccupied with trailing after MC it almost left the castle entirely when they did.

#this has been in my drafts for months for no reason skdfjsdkf #obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me mc #everelegy obey me #everelegy rambles

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everlasting-elegy · 10 months

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May I request something like your "let's go home" work (with Lucifer and mammon) but with beel belphie and leviathan instead? I would love to see how they'd react to you calling HOL your home. - ⛓️

I TOOK MY SWEET TIME I'M SO SORRY SKDFJSKD BUT IT'S DONE!! Thank you for requesting ⛓️anon!! Unfortunately I couldn't think up anything for Beel, my mind blanked but I hope you enjoy Belphie and Levi's parts!!

"Let's Go Home" | Belphegor, Leviathan

It was just a slip of the tongue by you, but he didn’t miss it. Despite being in an entirely different realm, you called the House of Lamentation your home. Genre: Fluff, slight angst Word Count: 1.1k Warning: Levi self-deprecation

Belphegor

Belphegor has long accepted that you will never truly be at ease around him. For all he’s done it was to be expected, but he tried. He did what he could to pick up the shattered pieces of what you two could have had, putting it together into some wonky form of a pleasant relationship for all to see. But he was sure that when it was just you and him, you will always have your wits about you. He just supposes that for now and forever he will have to be satiated with just you standing around him.

So imagine his surprise when you barge into his shared bedroom, bringing Belphie out of his slumber. He noticed your slumped posture, how your shoulder deflated in time to your hefty sigh. And then the two of you made eye contact. The grip on his pillow instinctively tightened.

“Looking for Beel?”

“Looking for some peace and quiet,” you muttered as you sent a wary glare to the closed door behind you. Even through the timber, you could hear the distant shouts and heavy footsteps on Leviathan chasing up Mammon on unpaid debts.

“Shouldn’t have come to the House of Lamentation, then,” Belphie murmured.

You offered a half hearted chuckle - you didn’t have the energy for anything more than that - before walking up to him. You did not notice how Belphie’s eyes were trained on you in confusion and curiosity as you wordlessly joined him on his bed (or if you did, you spoke nothing of it). It was a little awkward at first as you tried to make yourself comfortable beside a Belphie who was wondering if he was still dreaming. As you lightly pulled at his pillow, he wasted no time to obey, almost throwing it across the other side of the room. You slotted into his arms instead, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Instinctively one arm of his was around your waist, the other following your spine until his hand rested on the back of your head. To him, you were the perfect fit.

“Yeah, but I wanted to be home,” you whispered as you wriggled a little, trying to snuggle closer into him.

The seventh faltered. He dared to tighten his hold on you ever so slightly, just for a bit more reassurance that this was more than a lucid dream. This wouldn’t have been the first time his mind betrayed him like this, after all.

“... this is… home to you?”

“Yeah?” Your words had become a little slurred with fatigue, and Belphie had half the mind to tease you out of how adorable you sounded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it when he realised his voice failed him. He wanted to question you, he knew he wasn’t exactly the most accommodating nor the most soothing. But then again, who was he to doubt your tastes? He was the dear, spoiled youngest brother, and if you were going to spoil him with your attention he'll simply eat it up. So instead, he let his lips settle into a comfortable grin that only widened when he heard your soft snores, and stayed on his face even when he fell asleep.

Leviathan

“That’s it, I’m going home,” you sighed in exasperation, rubbing your face for a bit before turning away. A pop up store providing exclusive merchandise was in Devildom for only three days and Levi just had to try it. Despite the two of you queuing for two hours, you caught wind of said products were already sold out. Walking away, Levi turned to you in a panic, eyes wide in disbelief at your announcement. Without a second thought he was holding you still with both of his hands clutching onto your wrist as he bowed down, shaking his head disapprovingly at himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

He didn’t even know what he was apologising for, but it felt like it was the right thing to do as cold sweat started to gather at his temples. He was apologising for everything with those few words. Sorry for making you wait, sorry for dragging you along with him, heck he should never have even brought up his stupid little otaku pop up shop! And now you’ve had one too many of his antics and now you want to leave the Devildom entirely, don’t you? He’s sorry his presence is such a detriment! He’s sorry that he himself doesn’t have the power to send you back to the human realm where you want to be, but he’s also sorry that he’s so selfish that he doesn’t want you to leave. And what will Lucifer and the rest of the brothers say when they realise he’s the one that made you want to leave them?

Upon feeling that you weren’t moving, Levi mustered all of his draining confidence to dare look up at you, and upon seeing your face a mix of concern and confusion, he ended up mirroring it.

“Levi it’s okay, let’s just go home,” your tone was soothing now as you squeezed his hand.

“B-but…” Levi froze as you watched him curiously, the gears visibly turning in his head. “I don’t know how to get you back… well, I do but I’m not powerful enough. I’m sorry for being such a useless-”

“Levi!” you pleaded, tugging him gently and he started to walk with you. “I’m sure you know the way back to the House of Lamentation.”

“... eh?”

“The House of Lamentation?” You repeated, a smile creeping up your face as Levi looked absolutely stupefied.

The House of Lamentation? Home?

There was once a time where he could never comprehend the House of Lamentation as home, all of Devildom was unfit for him. Perhaps that was the forgotten part of envy, the ego that believed he was too good for such a world. And now look at where it has taken him, he’s stooped down to the level of demons whether he liked it or not. And that voice hasn’t disappeared, it has only been pushed back to the corner of his mind, quiet but still there, chastising himself for letting himself go, descending to the depths.

Similarly, he always thought Devildom was unfit for you; you were far too good for anything here, including himself. But if you keep smiling at him like that and insist on staying here, perhaps your own brilliance will make this realm worth your while.

Your hand is in his and his grip tightens.

“Oh- um, home? Y-yeah! I can take you there, then.”

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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Obey Me really needs to have a stickers pack for iMessage because I want to be an insufferable menace to anyone who annoys me and just end the convo with

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everlasting-elegy · 1 year

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how would the brothers treat reader's little sister when they have to bring their sister to the devildom? and the sister hates them and doesn't trust them because theyre demons.

I have spent so long just cackling at this prompt it’s so funny I LOVE THIS IDEA ANON (even though this has been sitting in my inbox for almost a year WHOOPS)

I’m also presuming MC’s little sibling is SUPER young, like 5 years old in this-

Asmodeus, Belphegor, Leviathan and Mammon with MC’s Little Sibling Who Hates Demons

Genre: Fluff, Comedy Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Experimenting with formatting~ Checked out the posts on my phone and realised everything looked MASSIVE-

Asmodeus

Asmodeus’ appearance has a bewitching effect on your sibling. Although they’re terrified of demons and well aware that Asmo is one, they’re naturally enthralled by his beauty at a distance

But the instant Asmo closes in, they're crying, running away from the Avatar of Lust and taking Asmo’s pride along with them. He’s absolutely devastated and now he’s crying too-

Unfortunately for your sibling, anyone who doesn’t love Asmo is considered an outlier and Asmo will do anything in his power to rectify that. He showers them with little toys, dolls, play makeup and the like so that they at least associate good things with him but it still doesn’t work

He’s been tempted to just charm your sibling on multiple occasions so that they’d like him. But every time he tries, he sees you standing menacingly in the corner, staring daggers into his figure… so he figures that idea is probably off the table

Asmodeus tends to go all out, he doesn’t slowly introduce your sibling into demonic qualities, he just walks around flaunting off his demonic form, he has no concept of moderation. Miraculously, it works. After a few times of your little sibling running to you in tears, they’re now indifferent to Asmo’s alternate form and just run towards him with grabby hands

Naturally as the Avatar of Lust has set his eyes on you, Asmo does all he can to be the best parental figure, always speaking boisterously of how much he's done for your sibling whenever you’re in earshot so that you’d view him in a positive light. Can’t you see just how well he matches with your family? Don’t you think he’d be such an excellent partner?

Don’t be fooled by his supposedly impulsive words though, Asmo keeps by his word and goes above and beyond for your sibling. If you ever leave your sibling in his care, not even a single hair on their head will be out of place when you return

Belphegor

Oh, you have some tiny little relative? Great, keep it away from him. Belphegor couldn’t care less about them

At the start, Belphie was unbearable when it came to your sibling. How dare this thing dare interrupt your time with him? No, he doesn’t care that you two are siblings, you and he are closer than that, right?

Belphie knew his appearance frightened your poor younger relative and he took advantage of that to the fullest. He has no qualms strutting to you in his demon form to make your little sibling cry and run away so that he can have all of your attention

The seventh born will absolutely throw a tantrum if he finds your little sibling tugging at your pants, asking for you to join them for nap time. The world of dreams is his domain and one of his favourite ways to spend time with you and now this little brat is taking your collective alone time away from him?

He’ll only stop his antics once you confront him. He’s a demon. Unless his actions goes against your wishes, he’ll simply keep making your sibling’s life a living hell until they know to shoo

Despite this, he always been like a house cat in how he shows fondness towards your sibling. He’ll grumble and whine about how annoying your sibling is, yet whenever you check in on them you’re bound to find Belphie hovering around the area, sometimes lazing on the opposite side of the room with an eye on them

Belphie easily slips into the teasing older brother role. He doesn’t mollycoddle your sibling but he’s always watching over them and ready to swoop in if any other demons give them a hard time

He’ll never vocalise how your little sibling grew on him. But actions speak louder than words, and when you head up to the attic one day to see your sibling snuggled in his arms for an afternoon nap, you can’t help but smile. They seem to have made amends~

Leviathan

Leviathan panics. They’re even smaller and unpredictable than Luke. They’re terrified of him and he’s terrified of them- no, MC don’t leave yet, Leviathan has no idea what to do! At least tell him they like anime, maybe they can bond over that? Are they even old enough to know what anime is?!

It’s pure awkwardness between the two when you first introduced them. They were standing on opposite sides of the room when you left for fifteen minutes and when you came back they somehow seemed to be even further apart?

Thankfully, your little sibling does seem to recognise some of the anime covers and figurines in Levi’s room. However, they call them ‘cartoons’ and it takes all of Levi’s self control not to correct them

The two eventually end up bonding through parallel play. As Leviathan works tirelessly for hours on a new cosplay, your little sibling will be eyeing him before joining in and trying to make some fabric creation of their own. Otherwise they’re just silently doing their own things in proximity to each other, no word being exchanged for hours between them but they’re getting along all the same

Levi also appreciates how good of a listener your sibling is… technically. As he starts rambling about his latest franchise obsession your sibling is silent in all of it. His words are likely going in one ear and out the other but it’s no problem, he shall enlighten them to the existence of Ruri-chan at a young age!

As much as he loves your little sibling, Levi’s always quick to hand them back to you when you arrive. His poor heart can’t handle the responsibility, but for you he’ll do it. He’ll definitely try if you just need some help taking care of them but you’re still around to guide him. Taking care of your sibling together reminds him of this romance anime he watched recently and now he’s bright red as he realises that the two of you are behaving like a married couple now

Mammon

When you said “I’d like you to meet my family”, Mammon was nervous but ecstatic. People will introduce others to family when they’re super close, even considering marriage, right? You’re saying you love him, right?

What Mammon did not expect was a little kid hiding behind you as they clamped onto your leg, about to burst into tears when Mammon just looked at them. Oh… oh no��

Mammon is the most sensitive and the unofficial mother of the brothers. He’s had to put up with all the outbursts of his brothers when they were little, he can do it all over again if he has to. He adjusts the easiest when he sees your sibling’s discomfort, knows when to pull away and when to come back

In classic Mammon fashion, even if your sibling doesn’t view him in the best light, he is still incredibly protective of them. Lesser demons won’t even have a chance to look in your sibling’s general direction until they’re whisked away and quietly “dealt with” by the Avatar of Greed

Despite how protective he is and how much he reluctantly adores your sibling, he’s a terrible influence. The majority of their ‘bonding’ time is just Mammon trying to drag your little sibling along for his next money making scheme and ends up being extremely defensive when you catch him

“Even in the human world, you gotta learn finance and economics, right? Listen here, kiddo, I’m showin’ ya how to make a real profit- OW, MC, let go of me!”

If your sibling gets so close to Mammon as to call him “papa” or “uncle Mammon”, he will cry tears of joy. He’ll chalk it up to some dust in his eyes but don’t be mistaken, he really feels like he’s a part of your family now

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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Swapped! AU (Luke, Simeon, Solomon)

It's the long awaited finale, lads! The final characters for the Swapped AU. Thanks for all the support and love for the headcanons, I didn't expect everyone to enjoy it so much!! I hope you guys enjoy this post as well~

What would the characters in Obey Me be like in a world where they are players of the game and you’re their favourite character? Genre: Fluff Word Count: 2.8k

Luke

Luke tells everyone he downloaded Obey Me out of sheer curiosity. No, he did not download it to try and bond with the brothers, stop saying that. He just thought it looked nice, he swears on it-

With the bright colours and cool aesthetics, Luke quickly got deeper into the rabbit hole of Obey Me. You became his favourite character in a heartbeat. Even if you don't look tough, you definitely seem like that and super cool at least to him. He wants to be just like you!

As such, he spent a couple of weeks trying to emulate you. Wearing your style of clothes and trying to talk like you. He wanted everyone to think he was cool and he thought you were the prime example of it

Luke has cried from the main plot multiple times. Although the story is often funny and not much is shown explicitly on screen, the thought of curses and monsters sometimes gives him nightmares if he plays the game too late in the night. Those times he has to go to Simeon’s room for comfort

Wants to give you all the hugs! He may not be the tallest person around but whenever something bad happens to you in game he wants to swoop in and protect you. He hates seeing your sad face

Unfortunately, you’ve made Luke become a master procrastinator. If unattended, he will be grinding the game instead of doing whatever homework assigned to him. It got so bad that Simeon or Solomon always have to be present as he studies

His favourite card of yours has a pastel, tea party aesthetic. Pastries laid on a table, large plushies and side characters accompanying you, wearing light coloured formal gear. You’re inviting the camera to take a seat beside you and he really wants to join!

Luke also loves scrolling through fan art with a similar aesthetic. He just loves seeing you smiling, laughing and having a great time with other characters, away from the actual darkness of the main plot

Has cooked your favourite food and baked various cookies with themes to you. As much as he loves sharing his cooking at times he can get a little possessive with the foods he’s made for you, wanting to keep it all to himself

Luke is a responsible spender and he has Simeon supervising him, so anything he buys related to you is few and far between but very meaningful to him. He likes the pastel themed merchandise of you, including a set of baking utensils in your favourite colour

“I’m so sorry to hear you had a bad day, Luke,” Simeon offered a sympathetic smile as he kept the front door open for Luke to stomp in petulantly. “I can organise Solomon to come over and we can spend the night watching movies to take your mind off of things. How’s that?”

Luke took a moment to think before nodding slowly. “Okay. But I want some time alone in my room. And don’t come in!”

Simeon blinked in surprise as Luke hurried off to his room. Simeon was always one to respect the wishes of his loved ones, but Luke’s outburst piqued his interest. Just because he couldn’t come in doesn’t mean he could try and hear what’s happening from the outside…

After packing items away and suitably Solomon-proofing the kitchen for his arrival later today, Simeon tiptoed his way to Luke’s room to try and overhear what was happening. Through the door, the muffled tune of Obey Me’s home screen was playing.

“Oh, I didn’t realise you’re back. Did you have a good day?”

“I didn’t (Y/N), it was such a bad day! The first bad thing was with Mammon calling me a chihuahua. First of all, I’m not a chihuahua-”

Simeon stifled a giggle as the boy ranted on about his day, his screen supposedly listening in. He knew Luke had grown attached to the pixels on the screen that made up the character (Y/N) but he didn’t realise just how much solace Luke found in them.

Eventually there were a few sound effects from tapping on the screen.

“You know, sometimes I don’t understand my friends.”

“Me too! I mean, wait- I don’t think they’re my friends, they’re just my classmates. But they’re kind of cool… in their own way. I want to be like them. And I want them to stop calling me a chihuahua.”

A few more taps yet again.

“Don’t worry, if anything’s troubling you, I’ll take care of it. I’ve got your back, always.”

“You’re the best, (Y/N)! Thanks for listening to my rant… Solomon’s going to be coming over today. I wish you could join us too…”

Before Luke could get more moody, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. The boy audibly yelped before hurriedly turning off his phone as Simeon opened the door.

“Did you have a nice conversation with your friend?” Simeon asked teasingly.

“H-huh?! How much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much. Only all of it.”

“Simeon!” Luke whined as he grabbed his pillow, wrapping his arms around it and stuffing his face into the fabric to hide his growing blush.

Simeon

Downloaded the game when Lucifer was complaining about his brothers’ growing addiction to it. What better way than to understand how they feel than by downloading the game himself? Is what he tells himself but he can’t help but be a little cheeky to Lucifer

Even if you weren’t a character in the game, Simeon likely would keep playing because it was just such an interesting premise. He’s initially oblivious about how he appreciates you more than just an integral character to the plot, but once it hits it hits hard

Once he realises just how much he loves you, any line you say that offers even the slightest flirty tone has Simeon turning the phone screen away from him as he tries to hide his flustered face

Thought you were a real person at first due to the text feature, or there was at least someone real portraying you. Of course him only having set responses was weird but he didn’t know any better. When he realised you were just lines of code, his disappointment was immeasurable and his day was ruined

He fails your surprise guest event, repeatedly. No matter how many times you pay him a visit he still fails the event more than he succeeds and it breaks his heart. Solomon took pity and bought a whole bunch of your favourite items on Simeon’s account (even then Simeon’s success rate is depressingly low)

Simeon is enthralled with all your cards that portray you as suspicious and morally grey. With bright lighting in some areas casting dark, contrasting shadows over your face, wearing a knowing smirk as you look to the camera, finger pressed to your lips to make Simeon swear his silence

Likely has discussions with Satan, theory crafting and dissecting your character further. The two together are an unstoppable force when it comes to understanding you and Simeon will gladly contact the developers to help aid the plot under his pen name

Regardless, Simeon contributes to the fandom with fanfiction. He’s made a few AUs and just loves writing intense pieces of fiction about you and tensions with other characters. Still, he can’t help but be a little self-indulgent and write some self inserts and xReader fics

Simeon isn’t really one for official merchandise, but he has bought some fan creations that feel more personalised. In particular a fountain pen designed to your theme, that’s only kept on display remains unused

“Oh, good day Solomon,” Simeon chirped, wearing his gentle smile. “I was wondering if you were going to drop by, Luke’s been missing you.”

“Sorry, I’ve been caught up in learning a new spell,” Solomon responded in kind with a smile of his own. In the living room, he took a seat by a coffee table, opposite Simeon. The two were engulfed in silence for a few moments as Simeon waited for his guest to start a conversation, but Solomon couldn’t bring himself to speak. His instincts were caught up in something else. The uncanny feeling of being watched that sent electricity down his spine. Simeon may be in front of him, but there was another presence here… he turned his head to survey the area.

Solomon stared in disbelief as his eyes settled on the hunched over figure in the corner of the room.

“Don’t mind him,” Simeon waved his hand dismissively, smile widening as he tried to hide his embarrassment. “He’s been like that for an hour now. I think he’s trying to get the confidence to walk closer but when I approach him he scuttles away.”

“First… you tell me you’re Christopher Peugot… the author behind The Seven Lords,” Leviathan started, voice distant as he rambled. In fetal position in the dark corner of the living room, he rocked back and forth with his head in his hands. “And now you’re telling me you’re Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser on Devilblr?! Creator of all the best angst fanfics with the cast and the fluffiest one shots with (Y/N) and who wrote the legendary slow burn series in a royalty AU where the reader is in an arranged marriage with emperor (Y/N)?!”

“I must admit, that second pen name sounds far less admirable but it gets the job done,” Simeon chuckled awkwardly, only making Levi scream into his hands. Solomon watched in amusement as Levi started to rush forward.

“Your autograph! NOW!!”

Levi almost tackled Simeon save for him narrowly dodging with a laugh.

“Of course, let me get some paper-”

“No wait, I’ve got a (Y/N) poster, let me get it from the home!”

Levi dashed out of the room and Solomon turned to Simeon with raised eyebrows.

“Ultimate(Y/N)Theoriser?” Solomon mused, smirk widening as Simeon rubbed the back of his head, looking away as heat climbed to his face. “My, you live many double lives, don’t you Simeon?”

“Don’t mention it, I forgot to turn my device off when Leviathan came here and he saw one of my drafts,” Simeon sighed. “I hope he keeps it a secret.”

“He’ll try, that’s the most I can guarantee.”

Solomon started to laugh but stopped when the door creaked open again. The motion was slow and hesitant as a blue tuft of hair timidly peeked through the crack.

“Uh… I haven’t gotten the poster yet… but Simeon… are you down for commissions? I have some (Y/N) fic ideas…”

“For you, my friend? You don’t have to pay me.”

Levi burst into tears of joy.

Solomon

Solomon is a busy man but he likely stumbled across the game on his own due to his natural curiosity and loneliness unless he overheard Asmo going on and on about how fun and pretty the game was and how he simply must download it

His emotions with you felt like a true slow burn. Of course his eyes couldn’t help gravitating towards you when you appeared on screen but it took a good chunk of the main plot until he realised he was genuinely down bad for you. Now no matter how much you’re in the game he’s starving for (Y/N) content

It’s his favourite pastime when he wants to do something mindless instead of studying and if everyone else is busy with their own things. Much like when he’s chasing his other passions, he can completely lose track of time and spend hours progressing through the story and grinding until someone knocks on his door

Your biggest fan, he’s always rooting for you. He loves how you navigate each complication and how you interact with other characters. He’d love to be able to join in with some of the antics

He likes to cook your favourite dish on the regular when he has the time. He tries to encourage others to try it so he can spread appreciation for your character but no one accepts… oh well, that simply means more for him!

His favourite card of you is one where you’re portrayed as a magician of your own. Adorned in a typical sorcerer’s garb, you stand in a darkened room lit up by your various spells as you smile in wonder and awe. Oh, how he’d love to join you and waste the night away lighting up the sky with magic

He tends to keep to himself but he’s a little more open on social media. Under a pseudonym he will go off about how you’re an amazing character and his brainrot. On days where he’s bored and feeling mischievous he may go around and spam content of you throughout the fandom

Might have bought a figure or two of you but overall isn’t big on the whole merch concept. He prefers to make his own little trinkets in dedication to you but if his friends ever gift him anything he’s not complaining

Similarly he doesn’t spend too much money on the game. He feels there are other ways he can appreciate you and get his daily (Y/N) fix. That being said, he’s got some spare change that he’ll glady throw at the game to get his favourite cards or exclusive outfits for you

Solomon is oddly soothed by the "permanence" of your character. Even if something bad happens to you in the main plot, or even in the worst case scenario if you die to further the story, you'll still be there to always greet him on the home screen

Notebooks were strewn across the desk. Messy scrawls barely visible over the dim candlelight. In the centre of it all sat Solomon, eyes flickering between each book as he contemplated in silence. He was so close but so far. It was passable but that wasn’t enough for him. Somewhere in his hastily written notes should be the answer, just a little tweak to make it perfect.

He jolted at the sound of a knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Dinner’s ready, you should really get something to eat,” Simeon called from the other side. “May I enter?”

“Of course.”

Hearing the door creak open, Solomon returned to his musings, finger to chin as he tapped absentmindedly.

“My, a new spell? You’ve been at it for hours,” Simeon stated as he tiptoed towards the sorcerer, trying to make sense of the seemingly nonsensical ramblings on the paper.

“Days, actually,” Solomon muttered.

“Care to tell me what it’s meant to do? Perhaps another perspective could help-”

Solomon clicked his fingers, a simple ‘ah’ escaping his lips as he scrambled to one of his notebooks. Pen manifested in hand, he crossed out a small part of the script, hurriedly correcting himself as he rewrote the passage. Simeon watched with bated breath as Solomon leaned back, double, triple checking the writing before he turned to Simeon with a cheeky smile.

“Would you like to see the magic in action?”

Simeon swept his arms wide, inviting Solomon to take the stage. The sorcerer straightened his posture, gaze on the book as he started to chant a passage never heard before. This spell was an original, created only by Solomon for his own enjoyment.

As the incantation continued, a low light started to emanate from his hands. The light started to spread, growing at an exponential speed and brightness until it became a blinding white. Simeon stifled a grunt as he screwed his eyes shut, hiding his face behind an arm as the light became too overwhelming. This magic, it was sophisticated, it was strong. He shouldn’t have expected any less from the strongest sorcerer of all time.

He could sense the light dying down. Eventually, Simeon pulled his arm away but his eyes remained closed.

“You can open your eyes now.”

Simeon needed to take a moment. Just what could be the result of such powerful magic? Even opening his eyes seemed to take too long, the anticipation was killing him. He furiously willed his eyes to adjust to the darkness quicker.

In Solomon’s hands…

… was a (Y/N) figurine.

Simeon smiled politely, but his chuckle was confused. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“This is a perfect replication of the exclusive (Y/N) figurine that was on sale last week but already sold out. In all honesty it was far too expensive for me to buy, so I figured it would be a lot cheaper if I just created a spell for me to get my hands on it. In fact, I might try to do this with future forms of merchandise. It’s good practice for spells and- Simeon, what’s with that look of disappointment?”

Swapped AU General Headcanons: (Leviathan, Mammon) (Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan) (Asmodeus, Belphegor) (Barbatos, Diavolo)

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When You’re Sick | Asmodeus, Barbatos, Leviathan, Lucifer

For @mylenapony11 I hope you get better soon!! And I think the sickness somehow traveled across the ethernet because my nose is killing me right now skdfjksdfj

Genre: Fluff, Comedy Word Count: 1k

Asmodeus

If it was anyone else, Asmodeus would be staying well away from them. Have you seen what colds can do to one’s appearance? He’ll need extra foundation and concealer to cover up the red nose, the eye bags, the drained complexion, he simply can’t risk it

But when it’s you, the pros most certainly outweigh the cons. Not only can he pamper you when you’re sick, but if he accidentally catches your cold, then that means you can pamper him and give him all of your attention in return. It’s the perfect plan!!

Of course, Asmo is ever diligent on skincare for you during your sickness, almost sounding like a home remedy fanatic. He’ll use only skincare with all natural ingredients for the skin to absorb and to heal you that way. He gets rather creative, making his own face masks for you to wear, being so cautious as to only use human world ingredients

Unfortunately, Asmo does retreat to his own room when night comes but he’s pedantic to ensure you’re in the perfect state to get better. He places a heated blanket over you, he may even lend some of his very own blankets and quilts to ensure you’re warm, and he’ll leave the room spraying perfumes to supposedly ‘get the sickness out of the air’, only to frantically stop when he realises you’re choking from the aromatic air

Barbatos

Barbatos had likely seen this coming, and it was far too easy to bring you to Diavolo’s castle for you to recuperate. All he had to do was mention your poor state and Diavolo was fascinated with ‘seeing a sick human’ and how he had the best resources to make you better

In one of the many spare rooms of Diavolo’s castle, you were kept under the watch of Barbatos, Diavolo and the Little D’s as you recovered. But ultimately, it did end up backfiring slightly, as Diavolo observed you diligently, it meant Barbatos had to continue doing his typical errands, spending time away from you

But some of those errands will include you, and he was more than happy to oblige. Despite Diavolo’s wishes to participate, it will be Barbatos who will be taking your temperature, spoon-feeding you medicine and wrapping you up in blankets. As butler, he must ensure his young master doesn’t get sick of course

Still, at the end of every night when Barbatos can retire to his room, he’ll take a detour to where you temporarily reside. There he’ll ask how you’re faring, as well as giving you some pastries he baked as sustenance for the night. He’ll gladly stay by your side until you fall asleep, it is a butler’s duty to ensure the guest is content after all

Leviathan

Levi is very reliable and responsible when it comes to your wellbeing, a little too much at times. He’s never relaxed, constantly checking up on your temperature and jolting at every sickly sound you make, rushing to your side to make sure you’re okay

His general anxieties make him catastrophise a lot. You could just have a cough and he’s worried you’re on death’s door. He’s already rambling on about how he’s ready to go on a hero’s adventure to find the magical ingredient to cure you, like those isekai heroes. As long as you’re better and if you… maybe… want to give him a reward for finding a cure… like a peck on the cheek or something... he'll do it!

Levi likely ends up spending the most time with you when you’re sick. His activities of watching anime and playing games don’t require you to physically exert yourself and can provide ample entertainment when you’re not sleeping your sickness off

He has no concern with catching your sickness. If he gets sick he’s now entitled to some days off at R.A.D. where he can just binge watch anime. He’d love for you to take care of him during those times but he’s so embarrassed to ask for your presence and it’d be absolutely humiliating if you re-caught your cold because of him

Lucifer

Is conflicted. As much as he wants to dote on you and give you all his attention he, for one, can not risk getting sick as well and secondly, he would rather dive into the depths of the seven layers of hell than have you realise just how much he wants to take care of you

He’ll give you days off of R.A.D., that goes without saying. There’s the expectation that you’ll get better reasonably soon for you to catch up on work anyway. And you will be having catch up study sessions with him, he just needs to be there to supervise you and ensure you’re not distracted by any of his brothers… yes, that’s all there is to it

Just because he won’t be able to frequently come to your aid does not mean he’ll let you forget about him and what he’s doing for you. You’ll get Akuzon deliveries for various items for keeping warm and suitable remedies, the delivery demon mentions how Lucifer paid for it. If the other brothers pay you a visit to your room, they’re grumbling about they’re here on Lucifer’s behalf, it’s clear the eldest threatened them to tell you the last bit

Still, Lucifer does what he can. When you stir awake from a nap, you’ll find some medicine lying on a counter beside you, or some tea that is still piping hot. If your sickness has persisted for a long time, you may awaken to see Lucifer pulling your covers up to your chin, telling you to be more careful and not let the covers slip

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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Hi there! Just found your blog and I love it so much!! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write about Beel or Lucifer with a teen!MC who cries a lot, whether it be from stress or anxiety or even a lack of sunlight since the Devildom doesn’t have sun. Have a wonderful day! 💖

Thank you, anon!! Sorry this was so late but I hope you have a great day too~ This post sort of went less from 'MC who cries a lot' to just 'How Beel and Lucifer comfort MC when they cry' but it presumes that MC is just crying from anything lmao, hope that's okay!!

Beelzebub And Lucifer Comforting You When You Cry

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic/Romantic Word Count: 0.9k

Beelzebub

Beel may be the designated protector but that duty assumes physical threats. The first few times he saw you cry, he assumed that some lower demons were bothering you and his immediate reaction was to deal with whoever hurt you. But when he realises that it’s just your emotions his focus shifts to give you all his care

Oftentimes he’s the first to notice you’re about to cry. He’s quick to whisk you away from the situation or just hold onto your hand or arm as a way to ground you before the tears even start flowing

A big hug from Beel makes everything better and he stays like that as you let out your feelings. He’s quiet but he makes the occasional mumble about how everything will be okay and that he’ll always be right here

Post-cry he’ll be offering you his favourite snacks. He’ll also offer to take a nap with you, a habit he’s developed after comforting Belphie

A very attentive demon, even when your tears are dry he’ll be keeping an eye on you for a good hour to make sure you’re happy. That time will only reduce if he entrusts you to one of his brothers, he wants to make sure someone is with you at all times

Even when there’s no physical threat, regardless if you’re in public or not, Beel instinctively leads you towards a wall, using his body to shield you from the outside world. His broad figure obscuring your sight, it’s as if you’re in your own world with just him

Your chest was heaving, slowly but surely recovering from your previous shallow breaths. Your final tears had been brushed away by Beel’s knuckles, you could feel your strength returning as you leaned against said demon. As welcome as his hug was, you were needing it less as your mood lightened and you gently unwrapped his arms from your torso.

After a few moments of silence, you slowly stood up, only to hear Beel make a grunt as he turned away from you. When he turned back, he was holding out a water bottle to you, gently nudging its plastic body against your shoulder.

“Crying makes you lose liquid, right? Water is important to humans, you need to re-hydrate.”

You opened your mouth to correct him only to close it again. You were sure human bodies weren’t that sensitive but you couldn’t bring yourself to go against those earnest puppy dog eyes. Stifling a giggle, you accepted the bottle and he let out a satisfied grin.

“Thank you, Beel.”

Lucifer

Lucifer is a busy demon so it’s very likely you go off to his brothers for comfort the majority of the time. And as comforting as it is to see his family get along and that his brothers are actually reliable for once, he would much rather you turn to him

During the day, he won’t be able to give you his full attention but he’s honoured if his presence is enough for you. He’ll pull up a chair, or you can sit on his lap, whichever is more comfortable for you to let out your emotions as he does his paperwork

Feel free to hug his side or lean your head against his shoulder, just leave his writing arm free so he can still do work. He’ll reciprocate with his other arm around your shoulders or his gloved hand resting on your head with some soothing rubs

In the night however, Lucifer will give you his undivided attention. His bottle of Demonus is forgotten as he lets you wrap your arms around him and cry into his vest

Lucifer isn’t the best with his words and he’s well aware of it. Even at your most vulnerable he can’t allow himself to do the same, so he stays silent, rubbing soothing circles on your back to comfort you

Should you ever cry in public or even just in front of the other brothers, Lucifer won’t hesitate to spring into his demon form, drawing you close and letting his wings furl around you, protecting you from the outside world

You had gotten used to the silence. With the exception of your ragged breathing, Lucifer’s office was still. No scratching of pen against paper, windows closed so you couldn’t hear the howl of the Devildom wind, not even the fireplace had crackled to life.

But soon there was a low drone, quiet but soothing. The tone went slightly higher, then it dropped to a level you had to strain to hear. It was a foreign but welcome sound, but with how you felt the vibrations from your head against Lucifer’s chest, you could put two and two together.

He was humming.

Staying close to him, you craned your neck up to look at him with curious but reddened eyes. Lucifer refused to meet your gaze.

“It was Mammon’s favourite tune when he was little,” he murmured. “It calmed him down when he was upset.”

“I think it works on me too,” you rasped as you tightened your hold on the Avatar of Pride, snuggling deeper into him. You didn't miss his smile as you closed your eyes, succumbing to the nostalgic tune.

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Keeping Up Appearances | Solomon x Reader

Just nice fluffy times with Sol~ (Narrator: They are lying) Inspired by this wonderful fic (NSFW warning) by @books-and-catears. I read the first part and it just made the gears turn, thank you for such a marvellous fic Shio~

Solomon just wanted to know what it was like being the object of your affections, and what better way than with a potion? Genre: Fluff, (Angst?) Word Count: 1.3k

It was ingenious, honestly. Solomon couldn’t help but smile at the faint reflection in the classroom window. It was the perfect potion, simple but effective, it’s a wonder as to why it wasn’t used by more of Devildom’s population. A potion to transform the consumer’s external attributes into their love’s ideal type. It was fascinating discovering what appealed to you, Solomon’s poise was still there but accented. After years of immortality draining the vitality and colour out of his body, his skin tone and hair were now vibrant. His eyes were brighter, accenting their mischievous glow. Even he had to admit he looked rather dashing, how would you react to such changes?

He didn’t have to wonder for too long, as the classroom door opened to reveal you. The moment could’ve been likened to those cheesy romcoms the two of you ended up watching together at sleepovers in Purgatory Hall. The way time seemed to slow as the two of you made eye contact. An unmistakable spark between the two of you, it was electric. A shiver went down his spine, heart racing.

“Sorry, I thought this classroom was empty.”

“No need to apologise. I was just studying here is all.”

“Oh…”

You nodded slowly, looking away. Solomon tried to stop his smile growing on his face. He managed to catch you looking embarrassed a few times but not to this extent. How you discreetly swallowed as you averted his gaze, shoulders slightly rising the longer his focus landed on you. How did he not notice this was what you were like when you were bashful? It was utterly adorable, he was sure to burn the sight into his mind.

“Feel free to study with me.”

“Would that be alright?”

You held onto your books tightly, pressing them close to your chest protectively. You managed to make eye contact with him for a moment before having no choice but to look down at said books. Had Solomon known this was how you’d react when he took the potion, he would’ve taken it earlier.

“Actually… I hope it’s not too much to ask for, but I’m struggling with the Hexes and Potions assignment. Could you tutor me again?”

Solomon changed his pose, one hand to his hip and the other pressed against his chest in mock contemplation. It was teasing, seeing just how far he could push you as you watched him with eyes sparkling with hope. You had never looked at him like that before- no. He quelled such thoughts before they overwhelmed him.

“Of course, we could start now if you wish.”

“Really? That would be great, thank you so much!”

You dashed up to his side, putting down your belongings, fumbling occasionally as your hands worked faster than your brain could process. It was endearing, Solomon couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled back a chair for you, simply watching your distracted form as you tried to put yourself together to best impress.

“I already started taking notes for the assignment,” you opened one of the books sprawled across the desk.

“Are you always so eager?” Solomon asked.

“Even if I know next to nothing about this subject I can’t have you doing all the work,” you muttered.

You were always warmer than him but now it was tenfold. Even just standing before him he could feel his side getting warm. Or was it him just being painfully aware of how close yet far away you were?

“I- uh,” you cleared your throat as you tried to face Solomon head on. “You look great today. Not to say you don't look great all the time, you just- look different. In a good way!”

“Look different how?”

“I don’t know, it’s just different. It’s like you’re sparkling… glowing, maybe? Did you try some of Asmo’s beauty products or something?”

“No, I don’t think I have,” Solomon mused as he leaned towards you, the potion giving him a newfound confidence, having him say things he’d never be able to bring himself to say before.

“But you do know what they say. Love makes everything look more beautiful.”

Stuttering, you pulled away and feigned reorganising your notes. Head turned from him, you offered Solomon more time to admire you up close, in a state he had never seen you in before; undeniably head over heels for him. Oh, this study session was going to be fun.

And fun it was, the potion emboldened him more than a casket of Demonus on a lesser demon. He wanted to push the boundaries, see how flustered he could get you. Every exchange of the pen left his hand brushing against yours. Every time his scrawls were a little too small or slanted to read, he’d beckon you further until your shoulders were always touching. For every answer you got right or for every major breakthrough you two would hug. For you, it was nothing more than playful affection but for Solomon it was a loving embrace. It was intoxicating how warm you were, how well you slotted into his arms. Perhaps he drank a sleeping potion instead, the feeling of you so near being a dream come true.

One final revelation of the assignment had you holding him tighter than ever with an angelic laugh. As you pulled away, Solomon realised he should’ve commented on how you seemed to be the one glowing. But you always were in his eyes. This afternoon was an absolute joy, it couldn’t get any better. Staring at you, he was already conjuring up ideas of when to concoct the potion again. Perhaps at this rate he will one day be able to take the role of your lover…?

“I don’t know how I can thank you again. I’ll see you later, Satan!”

… Ah…

Solomon swallowed the sob that wanted to escape his throat, masking it as a pained chuckle.

He supposed it was to be expected. After years of honing his skills his potions were most effective, perhaps a little too much so. They most certainly changed his physical attributes as planned, bland white hair enriched with colour until they were blond, his eyes now shone like emeralds. The air he held changed, it was calming, ever fitting for a gentleman. The instant he saw his changed reflection he realised he wasn’t enough to be the object of your affections and the potion clearly knew that too. If he wasn’t enough, then he’d just have to take the form of someone else. And just as planned, you treated him with that unmistakable adoration that he had never received before.

A successful scheme had never hurt so much.

Solomon had indulged. How empowering it felt knowing he held your affections in this moment, he could barely comprehend how it would feel to have this appearance permanently. He had his time taking the appearance ideal for you and what a form it was. Of course you would naturally be enthralled by one of the strongest beings in the three realms and he knew that such feelings would be reciprocated. It was you, after all.

You stood up but Solomon took your hand without a second thought. His gaze settled on how they intertwined, but he could only see the differences. How the hand he was puppeteering was more tanned compared to his ghostly complexion, how his fingernails now adorned green. How your hands fit together so perfectly when it wasn’t even his own. Such a simple gesture reminded him of his place. He should give up the chase, accept defeat. Logically, he should step back and not even worry about stirring up any potential conflict with the Avatar of Wrath. He should rip apart any and all notes he had of this potion that was both such a blessing and a curse. To just immortalise this moment and mourn how in the future you will never look at him like you're looking at him now. And yet…

“Now that we’ve got the ball rolling, I say we should keep on working. Stay with me a little longer, won’t you? Please?”

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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It’s honestly breaking my heart how Solomon doesn’t realise how pretty he is and just how much we want him around

YES we want a picture with you

It’s not even a headcanon anymore, it’s canon he doesn’t think he’s anything special I just want to give him the biggest hug 😭😭

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everlasting-elegy · 2 years

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Hello Avery!!

Congrats on the 500 followers! You deserve them ❤❤❤

For the event, may I request 🎉with Mammon? ><

Hi Han!! Thank you so much!! I can't wait to celebrate similar milestones on your writing blog ;))) I hope everything's going well and I hope you enjoy~ <333

Mammon x Reader: Dance With Me

🎉 Prompt: "Who cares? Ignore them! Let’s smile, take my hand and sing, feel the rhythm with your heart and dance on this rainy stage, as bright as the scorching light.” Genre: Fluff, Slight Comfort Word Count: 0.9k

Despite the throng of beings drunkenly swaying off-time to the pounding music, there somehow managed to be a clear patch of tiling on the dance floor that no one dared tread. It seemed to be beckoning to you, a spot for you to let loose and have fun. The tiles held a shine that winked at you with the occasional pass of a strobe light. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

It wasn’t the first time Asmo and Mammon had dragged you over to the Fall. Usually, you’d be more than eager but this just wasn’t the night. A busy day and a sullied mood left you drifting away from the demons and leaning onto a wall. Downing a glass of Demonus may have no intoxicating effect on you, but the sickly aromatic scent and flavour managed to distract you from the stress of R.A.D. as your gaze settled on that blessed spot on the dance floor.

It would be nice to let loose, wouldn’t it? It would probably be for the best, to get rid of the tension in your muscles, to exert the frustrations that were filling you to the brim. But you couldn’t. Through the haze of artificial smoke you could still see the glowing eyes of every demon as they bore holes into your figure, unblinking. Were they scrutinising you? Had they still not adjusted to the thought of a human invading their space? You had been here before repeatedly, but it seemed you still weren’t welcome. Looking back at the dance floor, the space you mentally reserved for yourself had now become obscured by some other beings. With a heavy sigh that fell on ears deafened by the music, you set your glass down and headed towards the exit.

“Oi, MC! Leavin’ already?”

You turned to see Mammon in front of you, a drink in each hand. His chest was heaving lightly, eyes wild as if he had been scouring all of Devildom for you. You nodded slowly, each tilt of the head leaving Mammon’s face more crestfallen by the second.

“B-but you spent no time here!”

You shrugged. “I’m just not feeling it, Mammon. I’m going back home.”

But you didn’t follow through with your own words as you stood awkwardly, unable to take another step towards the exit. Mammon frowned.

“Did some lower demon give ya a hard time? Gimme a name, I’ll-”

“No one did,” you replied hurriedly. “I just…”

Mammon wasn’t the type to laugh at you but shame still burned your cheeks. You shouldn’t be so bothered being unable to dance in front of everyone. But your gaze found the ground, your hand creeping up wrap around Mammon’s.

“I wanna dance.”

“...”

“Well, what’re you waitin’ for?”

Shoving the drinks to a poor waiter passing by, Mammon took your hand again and pulled you back to the main room despite your protests. The Avatar of Greed had no shame, pummeling other demons aside with his shoulders, yelling at others to move with a voice that somehow managed to be heard over the music. His hold on you was firm, but warm, continuously tugging you until the two of you were at the centre of the dance floor, a small clearing made to make way for the prestigious Avatar and exchange student. If demons weren’t staring at you before, they most certainly were now.

“Mammon,” you tried to chastise, voice low. You looked around, gauging if there was a possible gap amidst the horde of demons for you to make a break for it. “People are watching.”

“Let them,” Mammon grinned smugly. Taking your other hand, he started to sway them in time to the music, encouraging you to move on your own. With each beat, the tension in your joints was easing. “They’re gonna get jealous that I have ya. I mean, they’re gonna get jealous that you’re dancin’ with me!”

You chuckled half-heartedly as Mammon kept stubbornly tugging at your arms to get your rigid body to flow with the music. Letting your mind wander, your gaze wandered with it as you accidentally locked eyes with one of the many demons watching the two of you.

“Nuh, uh. Eyes on the Great Mammon only!”

His shout drew your eyes back to him. You didn’t remember his face being so close to yours the last time you looked at him. His hands that were on yours traced up your arms, up your shoulders, up your neck until they settled on the sides of your head. His hands cupped your ears, dulling the sound of the synths reverberating around you. Forehead against yours, the remnants of his breath tickling your lips, your vision was filled with Mammon, and his with you.

“They don’t matter, alright? No one else does, nothin’ else does. What matters is you wanna dance, so I’m gonna make sure you can.”

His hands pulled away from you but reluctantly so, the tips of his fingers lingered on your skin for a moment longer. His azure eyes emanated a comforting glow, yet the golden specks within them encouraged cheekiness. With a genuine smile reserved only for you, he compelled you to move. To feel the music as it reached down to your very soul. As it lifted your spirits to such heights where mortal concerns were insignificant. Where all that mattered was you, the melody and your first man.

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congratulations on 500!! for your followers event, i’d love it if you could write something for Solomon with the 💤 prompt! i was thinking something angsty because he realises MC is mortal and would leave him someday, but it’s completely upto you <3

Thank you!! And yes, I think that is a very good idea for the prompt, it shall be done ;)))

Wrinkle | Solomon x Reader

💤 Prompt: “I watch your face in profile, sleeping soundly, dreaming. Without me noticing, a tear spills over and runs down my cheek.” Genre: Bittersweet, Fluff Word Count: 0.8k

It wasn’t every night Solomon found himself sleepless, but he spent it like any other night since he became your lover. Head against the pillow, facing you as you slept soundly. So exhausted by the antics you had with the other Devildom residents, you had fallen asleep before he had the opportunity to turn the light off. He opted to keep it on, allowing him the perfect view of your face.

He couldn’t restrain himself. Risking the possibility of you waking up, he reached to cup the side of your face, stifling a chuckle as your face immediately twitched at the contact. Yet your expression eased as his thumb rubbed light and soothing circles on your cheek. It always hurt when you shied away from his gaze, and as much as he loved flustering you, he always wanted to see any and every expression you were adorning. At least now, with your guard down, he can take in your features in their full beauty. How fortunate was he to be able to spend this time with you. Despite the faces he sees in Purgatory Hall or his visits to the Celestial Realm, you had the most angelic appearance of them all.

Under the pads of his fingers he could feel every groove and bump of your skin. He knew these days fellow humans were pedantic in covering up so-called ‘flaws’, but in his years of living he never understood why. Every indent on the skin told a story, each mark a testament to your time in the realms. He traced over the markings, marveling at them like they were the finest pieces at a museum.

Eventually, his movements came to a stop once he reached your eyes. In the corners, the indentations of crows' feet stretched to your temples, a reminder to him of all the times you were elated to be by his side. And yet, something was poisoning the warmth in his heart. Was it the lighting or were they always so distinguished? He was happy to see the remnant of your smiles imprinted into your skin, but his mind couldn’t help but wander. Wander into the future where the talons of crows’ feet will stretch further on your skin, reaching the boundaries of your face and to the roots of greying hair. Where wrinkles cut deep into skin that have lost their colour. Where the pulse pounding under his fingers could only thrum weakly and so achingly slow.

The time you had here was finite, Solomon knew that. He had yet to bring up the idea of you spending eternity with him, it felt like such a selfish request. He couldn’t make you suffer the pain of mourning everyone else for the sake of him. And so, he stood by and watched. Watched as you walked down the path of life and he stood still. With every lighthearted joke of how you were ‘too old for this’ or how ‘old age was getting to you’, he was painfully reminded how you were constantly moving forward. And one day you’ll walk past the horizon, leaving him behind.

“Solomon?”

Brought back to the surface of his thoughts, he shook his head slightly at you calling his name. Voice croaky with sleep, syllables slurred, Solomon responded with his classic, enigmatic smile.

“Yes, my dear?”

“Why are you crying?”

Feeling your fingers brush just under his eyes, he closed them, the sensation of tears brimming in his eyes and overflowing as they ran down his cheek. They were caught by your thumb as he let out a shaky exhale.

“I… I wasn’t aware.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He stayed silent as he caught your wrist. Nimble fingers dragging your hand down until the back of your palm lay flat against the pillow and he rested his cheek on top, gently nuzzling into it. ‘Talk about it’? What was there to say? You, out of everyone, would be the most aware of your own mortality, he had no need to remind you. But perhaps there were other things he could remind you of now that you were here with him.

“I love you,” he said eventually.

“I love you too,” you responded instantly but your voice was laced with concern. On the hand he laid on, your thumb rubbed his jawline soothingly. He responded with a content hum.

“And I’ll love you forevermore,” his voice was quiet but grounded, determined. “No matter what happens. I love you.”

“Solomon…”

You pulled yourself closer to him, pressing your forehead against his and his arms instinctively wrapped around you. You peered into his eyes and he looked back in awe. Even as time waged a war against the rest of your body, your eyes shone with the sparkle of youth. Glowing with vitality and wit, more magical than any spell he could ever conjure. Under your watchful gaze he could be at ease, sleep starting to overtake him. In the last few moments of consciousness, his hold on you tightened into a comforting yet firm embrace, one so secure that not even time itself could pry you away from him.

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