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some-bunniii · 2 months

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Even the Devil Mourns

・❥ You awake one night to find your husband, Lucifer Morningstar, missing from your side. You go out to search, only to see him distraught in a pool of tears.

x: reader is g/n, no use of y/n. more luci angst popped into my head yall, sorry not sorry

~ 3.2k words

Warnings: Angst!! Hellish themes! Descriptions of death & Satanic rituals ft. human sacrifices!

You awoke suddenly, sweat beading on your forehead and heart pounding in your chest. The silken, satin sheets slid across your naked back as you stirred. The cool breeze across your exposed skin sent goosebumps up your spine.

What time was it? What was that sound that had pulled you from your beauty sleep?

Your face was still buried into the cool pillow beneath you. Its plush, velvety touch beckoning you back into slumber. You snuggled deeper into the pillow’s embrace, your pulse slowing as you began to drift off.

And then, you heard it again. Echoing from the cracked doorway across the bedroom, emanating from somewhere down the hallway. A stifled sound, like someone holding in a large intake of breath. You shifted your face off of the pillow slightly, straining your ears.

Sleep was slowly ebbing from your mind, as you stirred underneath the sheets once more. The strange noise piqued your interest as you pulled the covers away from your face, the room beginning to feel unusually cold.

It was night, you guessed, since your eyelids were still bathed in darkness. Usually, the morning light would peak from the drapes that covered the large glass panes that bordered your bedroom. The rays of light would bask your bed sheets in a red glow, and you would have nestled your face closer against the soft, supple skin of your beloved. His arm lifting to snake around your waist, pulling you closer. Hot breath tickling against your lashes as he placed a drowsy kiss on your temple.

Your beloved.

Lucifer.

Where was he? You couldn’t feel the warmth that seemed to seep from his very being, enveloping you like a gentle embrace without even touching the man. You couldn't feel Lucifer beside you at all, not even the weight of his figure on the mattress.

The fallen angel always had some part of his body against yours. Whether that was his head snuggled against your chest, or his legs wrapped around yours. There was always some sort of contact with Lucifer, no matter the time of day.

His fingers always seemed to graze against yours as he handed you another one of his candy apple creations. The feeling of his hand resting on the small of your back protectively, as you took a drunken, wobbly step backward as the two of you enjoyed another romantic evening filled with laughter and soft whispers.

But, now. There was none of that. For the first time since you began sharing a bed, Lucifer wasn’t here to greed your tired form. Which made you uneasy, and you lifted yourself slowly from the mattress, renewed energy feeding your tired muscles as you rose to a sitting position.

Twisting your legs, you pivoted until your feet floated over the edge of the bed, before lowering them to the ground. Your skin met the cold, firm wooden floor beneath as you inhaled a deep breath. Sitting there for a few moments, you allowed yourself a little more time to wake, before shifting your weight to your legs and rising.

Your hands reached for the hanger beside your bedside table, a dark red that called out to you with warmth. The thick, plush garment enveloped your fingers as you pulled it from the hook. Wrapping the robe around your semi-nude figure, you quickly shuffled your feet into the fuzzy yellow duck slippers neatly tucked beneath the hanger.

Your eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness of the room, the only source of light teasing you from the doorway. The door was opened only an inch or two, but the familiar orange glow that flickered from the hallway still reached your bedroom even from the lounge.

Reaching an arm down, you let your fingers gently graze against the marble surface of your bedside table, until your pink landed on the small item of value. Its smooth, metal surface slid against your finger as it nestled around your digit.

Your wedding ring, something you never parted without. Even in a nightly search like this one, where you weren’t sure what exactly you were going to find outside of the safe confines of your chamber. Lucifer had a ring just like yours, but in the darkness, you couldn’t see whether he had taken it with him when he departed.

Snaking your arms together, you held them closely to your chest as you crossed the distance, using your foot to quietly peel the door farther open. It creaked quietly, and you grimaced at the noise. Turning slightly, you shimmied through the gap, the soles of your slippers meeting the carpet in the hallway.

You turned your head towards the orange glow, that flickered around the corner. The pitiful noises beckoned you as you tiptoed across the corridor, past the large paintings hung across the walls. Scenes of rushing, deep blue waters cascading over glittering rocks as it fell into a pool of sunlit waves.

On the edge of the large waterfall, was a mother grizzly bear and her cubs, their small frames hanging from their mother’s legs in playful banter. The large bear’s caramel-brown coat stuck out from the sharp, gray edges of the rocks standing tall behind her.

Her snout was lifted towards the cascading water, her mouth parted to show sharp, white teeth as the shadows of long, pink fish leaped from the edge of the falls, their bodies barely grazing her jaws as she snapped at their forms.

You weren’t particularly aware of where that painting had come from, but it was a very beautiful scene of life on Earth, a very rare type of piece to find down in Hell.

There was one, that you favored over them all, of you and Lucifer. It depicted a midnight-red sky, the large pentagram glowing above the two figures on a large balcony. Vines snaked around the pillars on each side of the terrace, blue and purple flowers blooming across their green, prickly skin. The familiar face on the left, a pearlescent glow against the red backdrop, wore a playful look on his features. One hand holding a wine glass, the other snug against the figure on the right, you.

You stood beside Lucifer, a large smile plastered across your face as the two of you leaned comfortably against the tall marble balcony railing. It seemed like the two of you were at some kind of party, perhaps one of those annual meetups all the Sins and friends have away from the prying eyes of Hell. Lucifer’s attire was a more casual fit for a king, his favorite red-and-white striped waistcoat, over that clean, white dress shirt. You were also adorned in an eye-catching outfit that displayed your power and statue of royalty, without making you the center of attention.

The two of you looked so happy, as you leaned into each other with lips curved into goofy grins. For being the highest-ranking figures in Hell, the two of you looked so natural and carefree in this moment. A moment you cherished every time you glanced at the portrait hanging comfortably along the wall during your walks between rooms.

Unfortunately, the light illuminating from the end of the hall wasn’t strong enough for you to get a good glimpse at it, as you neared the corner. You planted your back against the wall, peeking your head slightly out of the edge. You couldn’t see the fireplace from here, but the sound of wood crackling as it split from the flames echoed through the room.

You could hear the strange noises much clearer now, a shaky breath followed by quiet, soothing murmurs. Sniffling, before another one of those stifled sobs.

Your breath quickened, muscles tensing as you listened for another moment. The voice intermixed with the sounds was awfully familiar, and you couldn’t understand what would make the owner so distraught.

You calmed your beating heart, before pivoting to stand in the entryway of the lounge, your gaze landing on the figure curled on a piece of furniture. Their side faced you, and you partially see their features, illuminated by the orange glow of the flames.

Across the room, was Lucifer. He sat on top of a dark red ottoman, only a few feet from the fireplace as he stared into it, lost in thought. He wore his white dress shirt loosely against his figure, the buttons partially undone in the front, exposing his collarbone. Lucifer’s arms were wrapped around his legs, and his knees were hugged to his chest. His head limply lay against one of his kneecaps, his head out-turned towards you.

It wasn’t until you approached him, and your footsteps creaked against the floor, did the sullen man perk up from his ball of comfort. Tears glistened against his pale features, and his quivering lip curved into a shocked frown. The man’s disheveled hair bounced softly as he lifted his head, those platinum-blonde curls practically glowing like candlelight.

“Oh, Honey!” Lucifer gasped, his head whipping to face the opposite direction of you. His hand rubbed across his face hastily as he straightened himself atop the sofa. He fixed his loose collar, clearing his throat as he fixed his posture. “I’m sorry, did I wake you? You should just go back to sleep, I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s hard to sleep when you see your husband like this at one in the morning,” you responded, taking a few steps closer. Your tone was firm, prompting him to speak more on the subject.

Lucifer stayed silently, the only noise between the two of you were soft pops and crackles from the burning wood. Fear gnawed at you watching him ignore your words. Your husband always tried to hide his emotions at first, masking them behind a smile while he let his mind drift off to such dark thoughts. Except, with you, he always came undone and spilled the beans like a teenage girl at a sleepover.

But, your presence was not breaking him just yet, as he averted his gaze. In the faint light, you swore his fingers were shaking just a tad against the fabric of his shirt. Should you prod him further? There was no way you were going to leave him to drown in whatever sorrows he was battling right now.

“It happened again,” Lucifer finally breathed out after a moment. His fingers harshly squeezed the sleeves of his dress shirt, his chest shuddering as he inhaled another shaky breath. His eyes were still trained on the flames licking against the metal barrier, as he refused to meet your gaze.

You stood there, your arms crossed against your chest as you shivered. The heat of the fireplace felt so welcoming to your tired bones, but the sight of Lucifer sullen upon the ottoman kept your feet frozen in place.

“What happened again?” You whispered, taking a step forward, careful not to cross any boundary that could set your husband off further. This was a side of him you rarely saw. Yes, he was an emotional being, but the distress Lucifer was exuding was making you more nervous after every second he remained silent.

“I was summoned, to one of those… rituals.” Lucifer spat out that last word with disgust, a growl underlying his tone.

You tensed. Oh, one of those.

Since Lucifer fell, and became the King of Hell, his soul was chained to the realm. Unable to cross to Heaven or Earth, even with another’s magic. The fallen angel was stuck, cursed to watch the cruelty and hate that sprung from his past actions.

Except, through the slaughter of a newly-born lamb, could he enter into the mortal plane. Only to answer the call of whoever had landed the killing blow. Something about being punished to only view your creation through ‘the blood of the innocent’ or some stupid Heavenly shit like that. You never asked him what transpired during those summonings, and he never spoke of it.

There was one kind of summoning, that you knew of, that was different from the rest. Cults that worshipped demons and monsters, perpetuated suffering in exchange for a supposed blessing from the fiery pits below. Lucifer always seemed… off, after those times.

“I always feel it, before it happens,” your husband started, his hand raking across his scalp as he pulled the tangled blonde mess behind his forehead. “Like a tugging at my shirt, but from deep inside, like my soul. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I ran to the bathroom. Just as I was pulled through the portal to Earth.”

Those images flashed through Lucifer’s mind as he spoke. Large, crumbling pillars dot the perimeter. Torches circled a thick, wooden stake planted into the ground. Satanic symbols were woven into posts and burned into the ground around the grassy, hidden clearing.

A bloodied figure lay limp against its surface, rope wrapping around their thin frame as it kept them in place. Flames licked at their feet, the stake beginning to catch fire as they writhed in pain from the intense heat.

Hooded. figures stood in the shadows, chanting some awful, ancient tune. Asking for blessings and powers Lucifer couldn’t even grant them.

“It was a girl, I don’t know how old. But, she was young, not even full grown,” Lucifer started, his voice shaky as the words slipped painfully from his tongue, “When I got there, she was already burning. Screaming in agony, pleading for mercy.”

You grimaced, trying not to picture the scene. The metallic tang of blood that no doubt had permeated the air. The stench of burning flesh, as it sizzled off its owner.

Bile rose in your throat, threatening to spill from your mouth before you held it in. Leaving you to wonder how many times Lucifer had witnessed such a thing to have better composure to the scene than you.

“Do you know who she cried out to during her last moments?” Lucifer turned to you, his features glowing as his eyes glistened with tears. A bitter smile bloomed on his lips, a dark chuckle escaping his throat. “God! She begged Him to save her! To strike those hooded men down and end her suffering.”

You said nothing, instead taking a few steps closer to your husband's quivering form, only a few feet from him now as Lucifer spoke with a pained tone.

“Do you know what ended her suffering? The flames that ate away her skin.” He snarled, his eyes turning blood-red as he pivoted towards you. You reeled back, your heartbeat quickening at his bared teeth.

“There was nothing I could—nothing I can do,” He cried to you, his tone wobbly, desperate. As if he was trying to convince you that was the truth, that he didn’t let such terrible actions go unpunished purposely. “I’m always too late when they call for me. Too much damage already.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you listened to him. You would have never had that kind of idea in your head, you knew Lucifer wasn’t that twisted of a man.

“And imagine, when those bastards finally kick the bucket, they’ll come here,” Lucifer spat hoarsely, venom dripping from his words, “another citizen that I’m expected to protect and rule over. I’m expected to care about, as King. What a cruel joke Heaven has played on me.”

Lucifer sat there for a moment, breathing heavily. His horns jutted out of his head as he fumed silently at himself. Those tears threatened to spill from his pretty eyes once more as he lifted a hand with an anguished growl, and Lucifer raked his claws down his face.

You gasped, watching blood spill from the small gashes across his cheek, glowing sickly against the blazing light from the fireplace.

“Don’t do that!” You begged, lacing your fingers with his, pulling his hand to your chest as you kneeled before him. The golden liquid spread across your fingertips from his damp claws, and your face screwed into anguish, “Don’t hurt yourself, none of this is your fault. Absolutely none..”

Your finger rubbed against a small, smooth surface on Lucifer’s hand. Glancing down, your eyes followed the glint of his wedding ring as it shined in the basking light. Your heart fluttered, and you sighed.

Slowly, you lifted your other hand to his face. Lucifer leaned back slightly, hesitant at your touch. He broke a moment later, squeezing his eyes shut as he brushed his cheek against your open hand. Your nails grazed lightly against his skin, the damp feeling only driving your own tears.

“Do you know what it feels like, to watch innocent people be burned alive to please some sick, twisted version of me?” Lucifer whispered into your palm, tears pooling against your skin as he blinked them away.

You pursued your lips, the agony on his face clenching your heart tightly.

“Those defenseless men and women, sentenced to death simply for theatrics.” Lucifer whimpered, and you slid your hand from his fingers to rest against his other cheek.

“All those children—”

Lucifer choked on the last word, a sob escaping his throat as he struggled to contain the shakes racking across his body.

In a swift motion, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the fallen angel flush against you. This time, there was no fuss from him as he collapsed into your hold.

You held him, as he sobbed. Painful, heartbreaking cries of grief. As Lucifer mourned the lives that were destroyed in his name, for an image that didn’t exist.

You shook against him, ceasing the noises that threatened to escape your aching throat. You only bit your lip harshly, tasting blood drip flood your tastebuds. You ignored the pain blooming in your mouth, staying silent as Lucifer began to calm in your grasp.

All because he wanted mankind to be able to express themselves outside of Heaven’s strict rules and suffocating influence.

“I gave them a chance to do so much more,” he whispered against your skin. His head lay limply against your shoulder as he sobbed quietly. “And, they fucked it up.”

“Please don’t cry,” you whispered hoarsely into his hair, inhaling the deep scent of apples and cinnamon as you hugged him tightly. “I’m here for you, as always. You don’t need to hide your grief from me.”

“I know, I'm sorry.” He replied quietly, his fingers rubbing soothing circles against your upper back. The weight against you grew heavier, as he fell completely limp against your hold, his hand coming down to rest against your waist.

“I’m just so tired.” He muttered into the crook of your neck, and you pulled him closer.

“Sleep, I’m right here. Just rest your eyes, for me.” You begged your lover.

Lucifer nodded into your skin, before you felt him curl farther into you. You nestled closer into his hair, your back against the ottoman now, as you let the heat of the fire dry your soaked cheeks.

Oh, how cruel Heaven truly is, to give such a fate to such a loving soul.

And now, you’d make sure he would never feel so alone in his pain again. A silent promise to your husband, as you drifted into bliss-less sleep.

YOU GUYS. this idea had me by the chokehold suddenly after work, and i wrote it in one sitting, my ass hurts yall 😂

also, don’t worry, that alastor fic is still coming! i’m about halfway done, so stay tuned for that next :)

what do you think? let me know your thoughts! <3

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onyourowndaisymae · 9 months

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when satan falls in love

content + warnings: satan x reader, satan's in his demon form and his tail is Not Cooperating, fluff // [masterlist]

word count: ~1.4k

satan's feet drag along the floor as he journeys from the front door to his safe haven. he stopped hiding his demon form the moment he trudged through the door-- now his heavy footsteps and the ominous drag of his tail against the ground are what tell people to stay away. the barbs catch a little along the wood floors. lucifer will bitch at him again when he notices, but right now satan isn't the least bit worried about his older brother's opinions.

the door to his room shuts with a loud thunk! the bookcases shudder with effort, the disorganized book stacks groaning with a quiet threat of toppling over. the noise echoes to his high ceilings, then dies amongst poetic words and fantastical novels.

he collapses on his bed and groans testily. his tail flicks about, impatient, looking for things to destroy-- he knows if he gives into his destructive urges he'll only regret it later. he's lost countless tomes to a fit of rage, spent hours cleaning up his messes only to piss himself off more.

satan rolls over and closes his eyes, practicing his breathing exercises to calm himself down. what had him worked up this much, anyways?

lots of things. his brothers had been especially rowdy today, starting his day off with an unusually irritating breakfast. then he had a surprise quiz early in the day. at lunch, you were whisked away by lord diavolo for some bullshit reason or another. he can still picture the apologetic look on your face, waving over your shoulder with a slight frown as you had to abandon him in favor of your responsibilities. pair that with a few hellish classes and another surprise student council meeting, and you'll understand why satan is particularly testy today.

damn. after all this time, he'd grown much better at making sure he could handle massive slights that pissed him off. it's the stacking of little things on top of each other that presses his buttons.

in truth, he'd probably be better if he'd seen more of you lately. lunch just seemed to be a tipping point in the drought of your love. how long has it been since he's been able curl up with you at his side? since he's gotten a moment to have a proper date with you? the tangled emotions only make his blood boil more.

his emerald eyes catch something unfamiliar at the edge of his vision. he knows the layout of his room top to bottom-- any minor changes to his disorganization are noted fairly quickly, regardless of what others might think.

there's an envelope peaking out of a nearby bookshelf. it's subtle, but noticeable enough when he believes he was intended to find it. his first instinct is to be angry. who the fuck thought they were entitled to access his room when he was gone?

satan rises from his bed and angrily snatches the envelope from its hiding spot. he's ready to rip it in half in a destructive fit of rage when he spots your handwriting on the front. the fire inside of him settles to embers as his eyes follow the curl of your letters as you wrote his name. he could spot that handwriting anywhere. the "s" in his name swoops with grandeur, like you're going out of your way to be fancy, and he can't help but smile a little. he opens the letter carefully-- there's no way he won't keep whatever this is, all because it came from you-- and begins to read your familiar scrawl across a nice piece of stationary.

my beloved satan,

i've missed you! that's odd to say considering we live together, but... life seems to find new ways every day to keep us apart. it's weird to look back on my day and realize i've barely seen you. we barely get a peaceful lunch together anymore! there's always someone joining us or pulling one of us away before we can settle... i don't mean to sound clingy, but i don't think it's bad to want to have some alone with your boyfriend!

as i'm writing this, i'm cooped up in diavolo's office during a little break in some meetings. there's some trouble with some of their human world contacts, so i've been brought in to act as a "bridge" between the two. that apparently means sitting through lots of boring, professional talks and trying to pretend like i'm not about to fall asleep. barbatos made some really nice tea, though, and that's been my saving grace so far.

i can't wait until we find some alone time again. i've never found something more peaceful than cuddling up to you while you're reading and listening to you breathe. if i rest my hand on your chest, i can hear your steady heartbeat, too. you always tease me for being so sleepy and run your hand along my back, but who wouldn't fall asleep under those conditions? i just feel so at peace when i'm with you. nobody else can make me feel so safe and cared for. even when we're not together, knowing you're there for me makes each day better.

was it weird of me to write this as a letter? i hope not. you hear about people writing their lovers romantic love letters in the movies and books. i thought i'd give it a try. it's nice to have a physical reminder of someone's feelings for you. ticket stubs and stuffed animals are nice, but i wanted to give you something that illustrates my feelings more clearly. i adore you. you mean the world to me. i feel like it's harder to say things like that when you look at me, but here in the letter i'll say it as many times as i want to. you are my best friend, satan, and i'm glad to have you as my partner.

i hope this letter makes you smile. i'm planning on hiding it in your room, so hopefully it'll take you a bit to find it.

yours always,

so much for him waiting to find the letter.

in the quiet of his room, devoid of all distraction except the gentle whir of the air leaving a nearby vent, satan realizes he's in love with you.

his body freezes. for these past few weeks, he's intellectualized his feelings for you-- it's not love, but adoration. infatuation. lust, even. but no. he can feel the realization settling on his shoulders like a warm blanket fresh from the dryer.

when he was created, all satan would feel was reckless, horrifying, world-ending rage. it consumed him like a wildfire during a dry season, devouring any part of him that might be redeemable with the crackle of wild grass and the unforgiving heat. but meeting you changed him. his smiles were no longer plastic, but easy and natural. his irritation often simmered in his chest instead of exploding from his lips as harsh words, now just huffs and sharp glances.

you made him better. he knows now there's more to him than wrath. every single positive change in his life ever since you came to the devildom was driven by you.

he takes a deep breath to calm himself. instead of wrath, he's fighting the flush creeping up the back his neck. he reads the letter again, then again, each time sparking something in his stomach that he had to push down.

love. so this is what it feels like, huh?

he's read his fair share of sappy stories, but they all pale in comparison to the real thing. it's unsettling for him to be bursting with positive emotion, but here he is. flushed, stiff, listening to the silence as his heartbeat pounds in his ears. it takes him too long to realize that his tail was swishing behind him, thumping against a nearby chair enthusiastically. that only embarrasses him more-- is he really so in love with you that he's wagging his tail like a dog?

originally, he thought to corner you right now and show you just how much he appreciates the letter. but with his body acting out like this...

satan takes a seat his desk, digging around until he finds some suitable stationary, a writing feather (pretentious, he knows, but he can't ignore the urge to be so traditional), and an inkwell. if you were exchanging letters to express your feelings, now, then expect him to write you the best damn love letter you've ever seen.

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sillylittleguytm · 3 months

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Indulgence

Papa Emeritus IV x gn!reader

Summary: Just a lazy day in bed with our beloved Papa :)

Warnings: Google translated Italian, nothing really- just pure fluff

Word count: 649

A/N: A little nervous since this is the first fanfic I've ever posted. It's just a drabble of an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for weeks that I finally got around to writing. I intend on writing and hopefully posting more.

You hardly ever see your own quarters anymore. At this point, you practically live in his.

It all happened very fast, perhaps to make up for the time you and Copia spend dancing around each other. You knew Copia as a Cardinal, secretly and subtly pining for him. He spent the same amount of time falling for you, although far less subtly. Copia didn’t get the confidence to ask you out until he became Papa, and things have been a blur since then. You now invade his closet, his space, his thoughts, and his heart, just as things are meant to be.

You now sit on Copia’s floor, your body facing his small TV and your back pressed against his bed. Copia’s legs rest on both sides of your form as he sits up on the mattress, controller in hand as he plays a game. In your own hands, you hold two juice boxes. It’s your duty to indulge him in a sip of his favorite drink whenever he lovingly nudges your head with his thigh. It made you giggle every time.

It was a beautiful sight, really. You got the privilege of seeing your beloved Papa and lover bare-faced, wearing just a t-shirt and boxers while he lost himself in this mindless game with you by his side. It was one of the few times that Copia truly got to relax. Here, he wasn’t Papa Emeritus IV, he was just Copia. Inwardly, he was overjoyed to have someone he could feel this comfortable with. He thanks Lucifer every day for your presence in his life. You felt very similarly, grateful that you're able to be a safe space for him.

As you zone out and admire him, his plush thigh makes gentle contact with your head again. You laugh quietly to yourself as you lift the juice box to his lips. He noisily sucks it down before pulling back from the straw. “Grazie, amore.”

You hum softly in response before setting the juice boxes off to the side and straying from your spot on the floor. You rise and take the controller from his hands. He grumbles quietly in protest as you pause the game, but all of his complaints die in his throat at you place yourself in his lap, burying your face in his neck. Copia chuckles and wraps his arms around you in return.

"Is watching me play really that boring, schricchio?" Copia teases, running his hands up and down your back. You look up at him with a loving smile.

"No, I'd just rather watch you instead." You say. Copia's face lights up with a warm and infectious grin and he immediately begins to pepper kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle and squirm in his lap.

"Il mio cuore, la mia vita." Copia mutters in between kisses. "Sei troppo dolce per questa terra, amore." As the kisses come to an end, you look at each other with adoration. Even with your unkempt hair and the clothes you slept in the night before, you were utter perfection to him.

"Ti amo tanto, tesoro. You don't know what you mean to me." Copia says affectionately, brushing back your hair to give a final kiss on your forehead. You beam under his loving gaze before you notice his expression shift. His smile becomes a smirk and you know just what's about to happen.

"Copia, I swear to Lucifer below if you-" Your warning is cut off as he restrains you with one arm and tickles you relentlessly with the other. You scream and squeal and thrash as he continues the playful assault. "Stop! Stop!" You yelp, trying to fight back through laughter.

Eventually, Copia decides to have mercy on you. His tickling comes to an end and you lay limp in his arms trying to catch your breath. "Oh, I hate you so much." You breathe, playfully smacking his shoulder. He chuckles at this.

"I love you too. Now, shall I get back to my game that you so very rudely interrupted, piccolo diavoletto?" Copia jokes, keeping you in his lap and picking up his controller. "Don't worry, you can play with me this time."

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Translations:

"Grazie, amore"- Thank you, love.

"schricchio"- Squeak

"Il mio cuore, la mia vita. Sei troppo dolce per questa terra."- My heart, my life. You are too sweet for this world.

"Ti amo tanto, tesoro."- I love you so much, treasure.

"piccolo diavoletto"- Little devil

A/N: Thank you for reading! I really do hope you enjoyed this. Like I said, I intend on posting some more drabbles. However, I do have an idea for a full length Terzo fic teehee

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ghulehunknown · 2 months

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Terzo x F Reader - Spanking, Degradation, Breeding

Thank you katfish__ on Twitter for bringing my words to life! Check out her full NSFW version here.

**WARNING for explicit content below**

One Missed Text

Summary: You haven’t returned Papa’s text! - or did you? Well either way he’s very upset with you for seemingly ignoring him, and he intends on teaching you a lesson in manners.

CW/Tags: male masturbation, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, degradation, possessive behavior, breeding, blood, aftercare, spit kink

Word Count: 3.3K

Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies! I’m bringing back an older fic of mine from AO3 that I haven’t posted here before. I hope you enjoy it!

Poring over text, you sighed. Sister would have your head if you didn’t complete your work by Friday. You were searching for hours in the Unholy Books for references to give her on the week’s upcoming Black Mass sermon: gluttony. That was not nearly as exciting as lust – unless, of course, you were gluttonous for a slice of your beloved. Speaking of, Terzo had not returned your last text message. You were hoping for a midday romp to break up the monotony of the day’s tasks.

You were both teasing each other throughout the day, as you often did on the most boring days to keep each other entertained during the endless meetings and duties. The other Siblings would tease you when they saw your face light up. “Another text from Terzo?” they would ask, knowing full well the answer. What was the subject matter of those messages?…well, that was a secret after all.

“Please…” he had begged through text today (mixed with several undecipherable emojis) after you sent him a quick nip slip photo. “I must have you. Come to me.” That was over two hours ago.

“Name the time and place,” you responded. You saw the text bubbles indicating he was typing, over and over, until they finally disappeared. Frustrated, you tossed your phone back into your purse and continued perusing the books. It felt like forever had gone by. You picked up your phone again just to check for a notification. Nothing. And it had only been 5 minutes. He was so eager before…what happened?

…

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to you, Terzo was pacing back and forth in his office. He stared at his phone, no notifications staring back at him as if mocking him. He huffed and put his phone back in his pocket, and paced around some more, continuously pulling out his phone every 30 seconds.

His dearest had sent him the most salacious photo (which he immediately saved to his photo roll)…and he felt the heat rising in his trousers. Thank Lucifer he had no more meetings so he could fuck your brains out in his office.

He had responded to your last text inquiring the time and place, “Now. My office, ovviamente. Where else potrei scoparti in pieno giorno cosi forte da dimenticarti il tuo nome?” but you had not responded and he was growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Was the last text too much? Surely not; you had fucked in every scenario before – slow, fast, loving, passionate… aggressive. Maybe you weren’t feeling his assertive tone today? Oh, how he hated the increased paranoia and anxiety that came along with being in love; it drove him mad.

He opened up his camera roll, where he saved all your cheeky photos to his ‘hidden’ album. Texting the password to the album with his left hand, he started to thumb the erection forming in his pants. He leaned back in his office chair and kicked his legs up on the desk, scrolling through the photos while unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants with his right hand. He grabbed a few tissues from his desk and tossed his head back, imagining your mouth on him as he stroked himself faster and faster.

…

It was nearing 5 o’clock and you still had not heard from him. The day was over, and you decided to take up the Siblings’ offer of joining them for dinner and drinks. You headed over to the mess hall and grabbed a bite to eat, chatting with them over a pint and trying to enjoy Ghoul karaoke night (Alpha was “performing” in a series of barking and hissing). You felt a bit dejected, drowning your sorrows in French fries and lager, but tried to brush it off – figuring Terzo got busy during the day. Ever since he had been anointed Papa you saw less and less of one another.

You decided instead of feeling angry, you would reward his hard work with the best fuck he had ever received. You downed the rest of your drink to give yourself a little extra liquid courage, waved goodbye to your friends, and headed back to yours and Terzo’s bedchamber.

When you walked in, you found him leaning against the dresser, cigarette in his mouth and lighter in his hand. Just before he lit up, he caught your gaze and rolled his eyes. You hadn’t realized but your demeanor had changed as soon as you saw the cigarette, your brow furrowing in disdain.

“Come to piss on the fun again?” he huffed, shoving the lighter and unlit cigarette back into his pocket and walking into the bathroom.

“What?” you asked incredulously, following him. (“Not in our room!” you exclaimed the last time he lit one up in bed with you post-coitus.)

“See what you make me do!” He fumbled around in the top drawer of the double vanity, pulling out a nail file, and began to file his nails a little too forcefully.

You stood in the doorway and propped yourself against the doorframe.

He pointed the nail file at you. “You left me hanging today, amore.”

“Me?” you asked, still incredulous at his lack of self-awareness today. “What about you? I was waiting all day for you to tell me where to meet you.”

“Amore!” he exclaimed again, throwing his hands up in the air. His anxieties were building up in him like lava. “So I’m the problem again? I told you to meet me in my office. I waited for you all day – you see how crazy you make me? I even had to take care of this myself – ” He motioned down to his pants, a small tent already formed in his trousers.

You looked down and smiled at the sight. You couldn’t help feeling a little amused. In a way you felt powerful to have such an effect on him.

“Oh you think it’s funny, eh? Well we’ll see how you like being punished for such insolence.”

“Terzo my love, I was waiting for your response all day,” you assured him, but he wasn’t having it.

He exclaimed something unintelligible in Italian under his breath, throwing his hands into the air again then continuing to aggressively file his index and middle fingernails on his right hand. His face turned mischievous as he eyed you out of his peripheral. He turned to you and asked, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

Your face blushed instantly as you knew where his mind was headed. The arousal that had been building up between your legs all day suddenly came trickling down your thighs.

“Don’t act so innocent, amorina,” he said with a smirk. “I know you like to tease and brat, but I expected you to behave today.” He walked around you slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

You gulped. “Check your phone,” you piped up. He rolled his eyes once more in response. You reached forward, trying to get to his pocket, but he easily swatted your hand away. “Check it!” you urged. “I would never leave you unanswered.”

He seemed skeptical but pulled out his phone and went to his messages. “Oh,” he said, suddenly changing tone. “It appears I did not hit ‘send.’”

“See?” you said triumphantly, trying to get past him to look at his screen, his futile attempts to keep you from looking failing. He tried to erase the message quickly but you read it just in time, blushing again at what he would’ve sent you.

He shook his head as if shaking off the embarrassment of his unnecessary theatrics. “This changes nothing. You should have known where to come and to obey me as soon as you saw the last message.”

You smiled at him, amused that he did not yet have the poise nor the patience that his older brothers had as head of the Satanic Church. He might’ve had a few forehead wrinkles, but sometimes he reminded you of a younger man. He certainly had the impetuousness and stamina of one.

You stepped back into the room, hooking one leg seductively over the leather armchair in the corner, exposing your upper thigh through the slit in your habit. “That’s right,” you said, running with his game. “I was so disrespectful to not heed your call right away.” You took off your veil, tossing your hair back and running your hands through it to smooth down the flyaways.

As you were busy trying to look as seductive as possible, he slid right up next to you, his hand reaching through the slit in your habit. He inhaled the scent of your hair and groaned under his breath, his hand pawing at the hem of your panties. His hand trailed against the cloth, feeling your wetness already saturating it.

“I thought of you all day,” you whispered against his neck, feeling his breath on your cheek, the smell of his spearmint gum washing over you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders affectionately.

“I can tell,” he said. His touch could be so soft and delicate – when he wanted to be – he had already snuck two fingers past the hem of your panties at your entrance. He brought his hand up his under his nose, thumbing your slick in between his fingers. He turned you around roughly and unzipped your dress in one motion. He tore the fabric off you, exposing you in nothing but your bra and underwear.

“Take them off,” he said, gesturing towards your panties. You obeyed swiftly, and tossed them to the side, wearing nothing but your bra now. As you did that, he took off his belt and kicked off his shoes. He folded his belt and snapped it, almost threateningly.

You eyed the belt from the side, your arms steadying you against the armchair. He had never used a belt on you before; you were only used to the palm of his hand, and he was usually quite gentle.

He saw the glimmer of fear in your eyes and came up behind you, placing the belt on the arm of the chair beside your elbow. “I’ll be gentle for today, amore,” he assured, slipping his hand between your thighs, teasing your wet entrance again. Instinctively, your shoulders relaxed and you sighed, relieved.

“But still you must be punished, no?” He took your chin in his free hand, forcing your face to the side, closer to his lips. You nodded in his hand, moaning slightly as his fingertips roamed around, pushing inside your entrance teasingly. “You see how horny you make me, mmh?” he whispered into your ear, groaning on the last syllable. He pressed his clothed erection against your bare ass, his cock twitching in his pants.

“Open,” he commanded, squeezing your mouth open. He gathered up a wad of saliva in his mouth and spat into your mouth, then clamped your mouth shut again. “Swallow.” You gulped. “That’s Papa’s brava ragazza. You’ll do anything I say.”

You eagerly anticipated his next move, wanting to feel his warm seed rush inside you after waiting all day for him, while simultaneously wanting him to take his sweet time antagonizing you and denying you your pleasure.

“What is my punishment, Papa?” you asked enthusiastically, hoping for him to continue using you.

“I think naughty girls deserve to get spanked by their Papa, don’t you?”

You whimpered slightly and nodded, your chin still in his tight grasp. “Yes Papa,” you feigned lament, hanging your head slack in his palm.

He released his grasp on you and withdrew his fingertips from your cunt, and you slumped over the armchair, holding yourself up by your elbows.

“You disobeyed me today,” he said warningly, palming your ass forcefully – yet still softly – massaging the area before striking again. You nodded in agreement. He cracked his belt again for dramatic effect. Crack! This time the leather hit you harder than his hand, stinging your skin a little. CRACK. You moaned louder, feeling the pain more now. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you mia piccola puttana?” he laughed, sticking his middle finger inside your cunt and feeling more wetness trickle out. He took his finger out and wiped your juices on your back before continuing.

Relentlessly he continued, spewing various obscenities at you in Italian. “Who do you belong to, whore?” he kept asking. “You, Papa!” you would shout through stifled yelps. Every few strokes he would sneak in a gentle touch to your raw skin, soothing the redness.

“You come to me when called next time,” he said. “I do not have all day to wait for some filthy slut to pleasure me. Nor do I have the time to take care of myself day in and day out.” He threw the belt to the side, opting for a more personal touch.

You whined in agreement, preparing for the next strike.

SMACK! he spanked you harder with the palm of his hand. “Mmm!” you mumbled, your flesh throbbing. SMACK! he struck you again.

“I am in meetings all day tomorrow,” he continued as if he was not ruthlessly punishing you and just striking up normal conversation. SMACK.

“Ah! Mmm – then I will be waiting for you here when you return after a long day.”

“No, you’ll be on your knees like the good little slut you are,” he said. Smack!

“But Sister will see – ah! – and anyone else in the room – ” you began but he stopped you.

“Silence!” he hissed, striking your ass once more, even harder this time. “It’s time you put your whore mouth to use and show everyone who you belong to, who you worship.”

All you could do was nod in agreement as he struck you across the ass again. Your skin was raw and aching, and you longed for a more delicate touch. Almost as if reading your mind, it seemed Terzo had ceased the punishments – for now. You peeked behind you and saw him hurriedly take off his clothes. Soon he was undressed, and soothingly caressing the red skin on your rear.

“Are you well, amore?” he asked in dulcet tones, lulling you into relaxation. “I know that was rougher than usual.” He touched your back comfortingly.

You trembled, still holding yourself up against the armchair, but nodded assuredly.

“Good,” he said, inching closer. You could feel the head of his erection prod against your thigh as he leaned in close to your ear. “We aren’t through. Are you ready to be bred like a brood mare by your Papa?”

You gasped as he took you from behind and grabbed you roughly by the hips. He pummeled into you uncompromisingly and determined. There was no graceful entry like when you usually made love; this one was a furious desperation of a man who needed carnal pleasure immediately. “Fuck – Terzo!” you exclaimed, adjusting to his length.

“Take it, whore! That’s it, Papa’s little cum rag. So fucking tight, Lucifer – fuck – cazzo!” he grunted through rough thrusts. You were that tight because he had not worked you up enough in between your punishment and his pleasure. Eventually after a dozen thrusts, you acclimated to his rhythm and pushed back into his cock when he rammed into you. That drove him wild. He cried out an indiscernible, animalistic noise that turned into a laugh. “Oh fuck – Satanas you do it so good – fuck –”

It always pleased you to hear your usually eloquent Papa turn into someone who could barely speak, all because he was inside you, bewitched. Your head spun and face flushed as he continued to pound into you, gripping your hips tighter and tighter until you could feel a warm liquid drip down the sides of your thighs. He was still going – he hadn’t cum yet…

He hastily grasped around your neck and clutched at your breasts until firmly grabbing your shoulder with his left hand, holding you tightly in place, and you smelled iron. You glanced down at your chest and saw bloody fingerprints across your skin. Sticky and metallic, the sensation hit you, making you dizzy. His right hand trailed across your thigh around to your front, smearing more blood along your side to your front.

He deftly parted your labia and circled your clit with his fingertips, mixing your blood with your cum and using it to glide over your sensitive bud.

You moaned, unable to speak clearly. You continued clutching onto the armchair for support, feeling weak at the knees. “Yes – right there – ” you muttered as he delicately fingered you while ruthlessly thrusting into your cunt from behind. You cried out in passion as he hit your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm was close.

“Esatto, ecco la mia brava ragazzina. Vieni per me, mio angelo del peccato.” As he rammed into you with precision, his breathing quickened until he was moaning your name. “Ho bisogno di te, ho…bisogno – di – te,” he stifled, cock quivering inside you.

You shuddered under him, your body trembling as you came. Your body rocked against his chest and he kept his rhythm, never breaking away from his hold on you. You cried out in ecstasy and slumped forward further over the arm of the chair, spent and breathless.

Wasting no time, he grabbed onto your elbows to pull you closer and thrust into you harder and faster. “Your cunt will be full of my seed – fuck!” he said. You yelped, wanting to relax but he drove through you to his climax, his warm cum coating your walls and seeping out onto your thighs. He groaned, finishing out his high on three final slow thrusts, until he collapsed on top of you. The both of you lay in a crumpled heap on top of the chair for a moment, catching your breath.

“Merda!” he exclaimed, pleased. He kissed your shoulder blade then got up, pulling out of you finally. He crouched down beside you and tucked your now unkempt hair behind your ear. “How is la mia principessa, hm?”

You nodded and smiled, closing your eyes contentedly but unable to speak just yet.

“Ah shit,” he said, looking you over and realizing you were bleeding from where his nails dug in too tightly around your hips. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and took you into the bathroom, sitting you down by the bathtub.

“Ah,” you muttered, wincing. Your rear end was still throbbing from earlier and the cuts in your thighs were stinging.

He rummaged through the drawers and pulled out antiseptic, cotton balls, and bandages. He took a washcloth from the cupboard and ran it under the tap. He knelt down beside you and wiped away the bloody fingerprints all over your body. He wiped off the wounds on your thighs with such tender care you would not have guessed he was the same man fucking you senseless just moments ago. He put antiseptic on a cotton ball and swiped your cuts.

“Ouch!” you mumbled, the stinging overwhelming for a few seconds before subsiding.

“I am sorry I got overzealous, amore. You just make me so fucking crazy.” He opened the bandages and gently smoothed them over your skin, careful not to reignite the pain.

“It’s okay, love.” You smoothed back his hair and gazed lovingly into his eyes. He glanced down at your entrance, still leaking with his cum from moments ago. “It didn’t take,” you said.

“Mm?”

“I went back on the pill last week.”

“I know, tesoro. I saw the pill pack on the counter. It is fun to pretend.” He kissed your forehead.

Italian to English Translations

ovviamente (obviously)

[Where else] potrei scoparti in pieno giorno cosi forte da dimenticarti il tuo nome? (“[Where else] could I fuck you so hard in broad daylight you’d forget your name?”)

Amore (love/my love)

Amorina (love/sweetheart)

brava ragazza (good girl)

mia piccola puttana (my little slut)

cazzo (fuck)

Esatto, ecco la mia brava ragazzina. Vieni per me, mio angelo del peccato. (That’s right, my good little girl. Cum for me, my angel of sin.)

Ho bisogno di te (I need you)

Merda (shit)

la mia principessa (my princess)

tesoro (treasure)

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jasmines-library · 7 months

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WHUMPTOBER 2023: Day three, prompt ‘solitary confinement/make it stop’

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: After returning from being tortured by the devil himself, your brain can’t help conjure up its own images which refuse to leave you alone.

Warnings: Hallucinations, manipulation, glass shattering, negative comments about reader.

Word count: 1.3K

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He was there again.

That tall, looming figure that seemed to always wear a shit eating grin on his face. He was lounging across a chair, drumming his fingers against the wooden table and singing obnoxiously loudly to some song you had never heard before but had promptly decided that it was already getting on your nerves. With elbows resting on the table opposite him, you clenched the hair on your head into fists and let out a frustrated sigh, rising to your feet and storming away from the library.

“Aw, come on.” Lucifer pouted. “I thought you liked my singing Y/N?”

Rolling your eyes, you made your way into the kitchen to where Dean was thickly spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread, trying to drown out the jests from the archangel he was still hurling at you. At the sound of your footsteps Dean raised his head greeting you with a grin.

“Hey Kiddo. How’s it going?”

You were hesitant in your answer. Dean knew the toll that coming back since being tortured by Lucifer was taking on you. You were much more jumpy than usual and opted to spend much more time locked up alone in your room than spending time with your beloved hunter friends. Dean couldn’t help but feel guilty everytime he heard you cry out in your sleep from across the hall. He couldn’t help but feel deep down that all of this was his fault. After all, it was he and Sam who decided to reopen the cage - it was he and Sam who Lucifer wanted revenge on. Instead of responding verbally, you opted to nod, knowing that an unwanted tremble would snake its way out between your words, like it had your hands.

You couldn’t help but stiffen at the voice behind you. It didn’t go unnoticed by Dean, who moved away from his PB&J to place his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s only Sammy.”

Turning, you watched as the lumbering man struggled in through the door. His arms hugged a selection of paper bags awkwardly. He smiled; a gentle gesture before placing the bags on the counter, and wrapped you up in one of his bear-hugs. Returning the gesture, you smiled into his blue flannel, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding. Detaching yourself from Sam, you began unloading the groceries he had brought back with him, listening to the eldest Winchester talk animatedly about the latest show he had decided to binge watch on netflix. It brought a grin to your face.

Here, with Sam and Dean around you, you felt much safer. That was until that irritating voice drifted into your ears. You dug your nails firmly into your palm, leaving little grooves on the soft skin, hoping that the dull pain would distract you from the image of the Archangel. When that didn’t work, and his remarks still rang through your head, you turned to flee the room.

“Y/N?” Sam tilted his head.

“I’m fine, Sam. Promise.” You nodded.

Sam was about to say something, but shut his mouth as he watched you flee the kitchen, your bare feet pattering on the wooden floors as you retreated back down the corridors and into your room, locking the door, and the hollering of Lucifer behind you. Albeit, you could feel him lingering over your shoulder. Taking a deep breath and screwing your eyes shut, you pinched yourself harshly.

Lucifer chucked deeply. “Real cute, Y/N.”

You turned and pushed past him.

“You know you can’t ignore me forever.” You stopped abruptly. “I miss our little heart-to-hearts.”

You rolled your eyes, moving towards your desk and beginning to shuffle the contents around. That was when he started singing. It was an old song. A sad song that you and the Winchesters used to listen to on particularly difficult nights. One that you associated with comfort.

“Stop.” You told him firmly.

He didn’t. Only sung louder, edging closer to you.

“Stop it.” You said once again.

Lucifer continued to sing mockingly.

“I said stop it!” You yelled, throwing the glass that you were moving at him. It sailed straight through the illusion and shattered on the ground. He grinned manically.

“There we go, Y/N!” He howled, clapping his hands together joyously. “That’s what I’m talking about. This is the you I miss. Where did all that fire go, huh kiddo?”

“Leave me alone.” You spat out through gritted teeth.

“Mm” Lucifer pinched his chin between his thumb and his index, tilting his head towards the ceiling. “I don’t think I want to…You see, now you’ve acknowledged me, you’ve let me in.”

You shook your head, backing away from him as you approached. “No.”

“Oh yeah. I can see everything Y/N.” The devil proceeded forwards until your back hit the wall. “I’m inside your pretty little head. “ He sang.

“You’re lying.” You shook your head, trying to convince yourself more than him. There were voices outside your door, but they were drowned out by Lucifer. “Sammy said that nothing you say is true. He- knows. He’s been here before.”

Tutting, the blond rolled his eyes. “Sammy, is a lying, untrustworthy piece of shit.”

“Don’t say that.”

“He doesn’t care about you Y/N. None of them do. They’re just using you Y/N.”

“You’re lying.” Rouge tears began to snake down your face.

“They just feel bad for you. You’re a liability, Y/N. You’re gone as soon as they get the chance to get rid of some dead weight. They don't need someone like you on their team, dragging them down. I mean, think of how easy it was for me to get to you. Poor, helpless, useless-”

“STOP IT!” You cried, sinking to your knees.

Your heart pounded in your head, beating like a drum to the rhythm of an army march.

“You are nothing Y/N. You’re nothing without those Winchesters. You are nothing without me!”

“Get out!” You sobbed “clutching your knees to your chest.

“You are worthless.”

The pounding grew louder as you buried your head between your knees. Fat tears fell down your cheeks, pooling on your jeans as Lucifer continued his onslaught of words. That was when you realised that the drumming was not your heartbeat, but the sound of Sam and Dean trying to break down the door to your room having heard the commotion. When they managed to barrel themselves in, Sam’s heart dropped when he saw you rocking back and forth in the corner of the room, lip trembling with hands plastered over your ears. He took one cautiously in his hand. You drew back sharply, eyes moving frantically across his features.

“Please…” You whispered. “Make it stop.”

Wrapping you up gently he allowed you to bury his face in his chest, ignoring the dampness that followed as you continued to weep silently. Dean pulled you in close from the otherside, encasing you in between them. He never would fully understand what you were going through, no matter how hard he tried. He could sympathise, sure. He had been through decades for torture himself. But he would never be able grasp onto exactly what you were experiencing. Sam would be able to understand more; he too saw Lucifer for a while. But they both knew that no two experiences were the same. They knew that people cope differently and that was okay. All they could do was stick by you and help you work this out. And was exactly what they chose to do.

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<- DAY TWO ⛤ DAY FOUR ->

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ghostisun · 8 days

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cw: smut; group sex; water ghouls have pussies; consensual objectification; knots; brief aftercare

i dont even have an explanation for this :D

[head in my hands] do you think omega and aether conspire together as a form of their own bond?

✧･ﾟ how they gravitate to each other in a way that isn’t reminiscent of their other bonds, so it trickles into this yawning desire that they share? it’s instantaneous, unsaid—there are no explanations to whatever it may be; it just is.

✧･ﾟ how omega tells aether that he’ll teach aether how to seek pleasure? so he pulls delta in his room and aether drags dewdrop with him into omega’s den, and there’s this building tension that the two water ghouls could feel—it ripples so strongly, making the hair on the backs of their necks rise up.

("just say the word and we'll stop," omega murmured, breathing into delta's cool skin.

delta chuckled, feeling ticklish at the brushing caress of omega's lips, before turning around to meet the older ghoul's eyes.

"i trust you," they say. their voice was faint, a tender rasp, but it had omega's lips wobbling, his heart fluttering from within the cages of his ribs.

he pulled delta into his arms, unable to stop himself from feeling his beloved—every ridge, every tremble, every puff of their breaths. omega devoured them all.)

delta tries to be quiet, to blend into the background, because they've learned now that there are times that omega sheds his gentleness. and right now, right here with the new summons, delta knows that omega was radiating levels of danger that they were just at the precipice of being intimate with.

✧･ﾟ how omega and aether use the water ghouls like cocksleeves. they ignore the quiet sobs spilling from the bodies on their laps as they croon and coo to each other, not breaking eye contact despite the wet and hot plunge of their cocks in the water ghouls' cunts.

"if you twist your hand like this- yes, aeth just like that," omega sings, his voice petering into a pleasured hiss as he watches his beloved aether slide a finger in dew's cunt, all snug beside his cock—it is a perfect mirror to how omega has delta whimpering at the tight stretch of his cock and his pinky.

"do you like it like this, 'mega?" aether murmurs, his cheeks filling up with warmth when the familiar feeling of omega's quintessence brushes against his.

"i do, baby boy," omega rumbles, pride dripping from his maw. "you're doing so, so well for me."

✧･ﾟ how delta begs and whimpers, and dewdrop hisses and thrashes, their desires crashing, building; their bliss is almost mind-numbing, electrifying, razing through them as they slip further into the fog, but omega and aether continue to ignore them. the quintessence ghouls continue to exist for each other, suspended in their own element, leaving the water ghouls to feel every drag, every slide.

aether is the first to knot dew.

("it won't hurt," aether mumbled, cheeks tingling at the intensity of dew's gaze. "i swear to lucifer."

dew snorted. "that's not a concern, aeth, you know i trust you."

he roused from his spot on the bed, crawling to aether's side, not realizing how the weight of his words knocked all of the air out of aether's lungs.

dew curled on his side, nuzzling his face on the crook of aether's neck. "i can't wait to fuck you when 'mega's got you pumped of his quintessence."

aether shifted, tugging so dew was on top of him; his chin fell between the valley of aether's pecs. there was something intense in the way dew was watching him, his pale cheeks all bright with his lust and his eyes sparkling as though he was barely holding himself in.

he tucked a strand of dew's hair behind his ear, smiling. "i can't wait too, droplet.")

omega makes aether beg for his knot.

✧･ﾟ how omega and aether come down from their high and waft the fog away from their beloveds.

omega removes delta from his lap, soft quintessence magicking their soreness away. he murmurs praises, his words packed with all of his affection, and nuzzles his face on delta's so they can scent him. he scents delta too, of course, and peppers them with kisses, from their shoulders to the back of their palms, leaving bursts of his scent along every inch of delta's skin.

aether shifts on the bed, knowing that dewdrop wants to come out of the quintessence still stuffed by aether. so as he waits, he wipes the two of them clean, crooning wordless nothings in dewdrop's ears. it weren't words that calmed dew, that's what they both learned, but it was the sound of aether's voice. so that's what he does, whispering everything and anything to greet dew with as he wakes.

✧･ﾟ how the two of them meet eyes above their loves, shooting each other crinkled smiles, their quintessence tangling with each other.

#pls dont look at me ajenffe #the band ghost #omega ghoul #aether ghoul #delta ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether/dewdrop #omega/delta #ghost smut #sun chimes

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alast4r · 20 days

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𝓕𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 🌡️

Chaggie4ever

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Truly, it was another bustling day at the Hazbin Hotel, where the effervescent founder, the sweet princess of Hell herself, presided over the lively parlor. Surrounded by her faithful companions, she was in the midst of planning their next steps toward redemption when an unusual weariness seemed to overtake her. "Okay, everyone," she began, her voice a touch breathless, "since the hotel is finally rebuilt and we've had the rest we needed, I think it's time for us to continue our progress for redemption-!" Her words were interrupted by her dear manager and lover, who approached with a concerned expression. "Charlie, are you alright? You seem tired, and you feel really warm, almost burning," she remarked, her hand reaching out to touch Charlie's flushed cheek. With a reassuring smile, Charlie dismissed Vaggie's concern. "I'm fine, Vaggie! I'm sure it's just the weather." "Yeah, toots, this place burns everywhere," interjected a tall, slim figure perched nearby, Angel Dust, his tone light but lacking in true concern. Vaggie shot him a sharp glare, clearly unamused by his flippant remark. Despite her attempts to downplay her condition, Charlie's exhaustion was palpable, and a sense of unease settled over the room. The princess of Hell, usually so full of energy and determination, now seemed fragile, her normally vibrant spirit dimmed by an unseen force as she collpased.

"..Charlie..!"

"Shit..!"

"..-ang on.."

Charlie stirred, her eyelids fluttering open to the comforting sight of her dear friends gathered around her. Vaggie, ever the caretaker, reached for a fresh cloth to soothe Charlie's forehead, her touch as gentle as her words. "Rest, Cariño, rest," Vaggie urged, her voice a soft caress. Attempting to rise, Charlie insisted, her voice tinged with determination, "No, I must attend to today's plans." But her body protested, a rough cough interrupting her resolve. Concern etched on their faces, Vaggie and the others hurried to her side, offering water and comfort. Suddenly, the grand doors burst open, revealing the King of Hell himself, his expression wrought with worry. "Charlie!" he exclaimed, his voice laden with concern. "Are you well? Shall I summon a physician? St. An's hospital, perhaps?" His rapid-fire questions reflected his paternal and loving concern. Assured by Charlie's response, the room gradually cleared, leaving only Vaggie and Lucifer by her side. With a look of care, Vaggie inquired, "What do you need, Charlie? Are you certain you'll be well?" Charlie nodded, trusting her friend/lover's capabilities. "I trust you to lead today's activities. Just like the trust exercises, I know it will be a success," she affirmed, a hint of uncertainty in her mind. Leaving a tender kiss on Charlie's forehead, Vaggie whispered, "Get well soon, my love," before stepping out, ready to fulfill her beloved's wishes.

As she descended the stairs, her voice rang out, firm yet gentle, ensuring no disturbance would reach Charlie. "Alright! For today's activity, we shall venture out to aid sinners, in our unique way. Particularly you, Angel," she said, her gaze stern, prompting a nervous chuckle from him. "Hah, don't worry toots..Got it," he replied, slightly apprehensive.Glaring at him, she continued, "You better. Anyways, you'll be working in teams. Husk, Angel, you'll be together. I shall take Ni-" Her words were abruptly interrupted by a creeping shadow and a static laugh. "Well, what fun collectives we have here now, hm?" The unexpected arrival of Alastor startled Vaggie, causing her to step back in surprise. "The fucking hell! Alastor...Surprised to see you here. What's your business? You never join in these activities," she questioned, wary of his sudden appearance. Alastor, brushing off imaginary dust from his attire, responded, "I overheard some intriguing discussions downstairs and thought it fitting to check up. It appears we are missing someone. Where is Charlie?" Vaggie informed him of Charlie's illness, to which Alastor feigned sympathy, his words dripping with sarcasm. He then declared his intention to participate in the day's activity, much to the surprise of those present. "Is he serious? The Strawberry Pimp joining in on redemption? Now, that's something new," Angel remarked with a laugh, before joining Husk.Resigned, Vaggie sighed, massaging the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Alright, I suppose I'll pair up with you and Nifty, Alastor." With a final command, "Alright, vamos!" the hotel emptied, the team dispersing to carry out their mission.

Meanwhile, in the quarters of the ailing Charlie, her father Lucifer and the little goat demon serving as her nurse were deeply concerned. "Charchar, it's okay... I will do whatever it takes to get you better," Lucifer reassured her, his voice filled with worry. As Charlie slept peacefully, he paced around the room, frantically trying to ensure she had everything she needed. As the other groups ventured out, things seemed relatively calm for Angel and Husk, who were engaged in casual conversation. However, their peaceful walk was interrupted by the sound of a child crying in an alley. They quickly approached and found the child being harassed by loan sharks. "Listen here, you little troublemaker! You bumped into me, and now you're gonna pay for it!" one of the thugs threatened. Without hesitation, Angel drew his guns and fired at the thugs, saving the child. Husk assisted him, and together they made sure the child was unharmed. Meanwhile, Vaggie, Alastor and Nifty found themselves in Cannibal Town, puzzled by their presence. Vaggie, keeping a watchful eye on Nifty to avoid any trouble, questioned their purpose. Nifty remained silent until they entered an emporium and encountered Rosie and a lady, who seemed upset. Rosie explained that the woman in tears was searching for her missing son. Vaggie, moved by the woman's plight, offered to help, and Rosie gladly accepted, providing them with the information they needed to begin their search. As for Angel and Husk, after rescuing the child, they decided to head to Cannibal Town as well. However, their journey was interrupted when the child tripped and fell, leading to a confrontation with Valentino and Velvette. Velvette accused the child of ruining her dress, leading to a heated exchange. Husk, upset by the situation, quickly intervened and pulled Angel and the child away, avoiding further conflict with the irate duo.

After an extensive search, the two groups successfully reunited the lost child with his mother, completing their mission. Upon returning to the hotel, they all took a moment to rest, but Charlie remained in bed, still unwell. Vaggie, concerned for her friend, went to check on her and found both Charlie and her father asleep. She quietly slipped into the room and, for hours on end, tended to Charlie's needs without a moment's rest.By the next day, Charlie had recovered, but Vaggie had fallen ill. Now it was Charlie's turn to care for her friend. Dressed in a darling nurse uniform, Charlie attended to Vaggie, who couldn't help but feel flustered by the attention. "Now, now, let's have you in my care until you get better!" Charlie said with a smile, leaving a kiss on Vaggie's cheek. Despite being ill, Vaggie felt happy and cozy under Charlie's care.

I hate this for some reason. I'm surprised, I'll probably write a different story for Chaggie about Lulu World since I slightly feel unsatisfied by this.

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U & Me Pt. 7(finale)

Sorry for the wait everyone, this is long overdue, we’ve made it to the end! I feel I might write a few bonus chapters with my replaced series to tie up any loose ends, but I can’t guarantee anything in the future.

So here’s a long one for the lack of getting this out sooner, thank you all for your patience and thank you for reading and enjoying this series!

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(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

CW: General angst, unhealthy coping habits, starvation. *If I missed any, let me know!*

It was a rare occurrence for Lucifer and his brothers to storm the Demon Lord’s Castle, but it seemed the Prince and butler were expecting it. The last couple of days, the Avatars had been absolutely miserable now that you and Mammon were no longer in their lives.

Perhaps it was a lesson for them to realize what they had until it was gone.

All they wanted was you two to be back home with them, where you belonged. They knew they hadn’t treated you like the beloved members of the family that you were, but they wanted you back before they had lost you both forever.

“Lucifer. It’s unlike you to come over unannounced,” Diavolo greets calmly as he puts his cup of tea down, a small stack of papers at his desk. The opposite of what was expected. “Usually it’s me that comes over unannounced, much to your chagrin. Isn’t that right?”

The Prince now gazed upon six outraged avatars as he sat calmly at his desk and poured himself another cup. “If this is about MC and Mammon, as I’ve said to you before. They are living happily in the human world, and I am going to keep it that way.”

“None of this would have happened if you hadn’t proposed your stupid program.” Belphegor bitterly points out as Lucifer quickly holds the youngest back, “Lord Diavolo....We just want MC and Mammon back. Please.” The eldest’s pride departed from his very being as the eldest drops to the floor on his knees, the rest of the avatars following suit.

Diavolo lets out a ‘hmph.’ as he leans back in his chair, giving the brothers the same steely gaze back from Achemond’s induction. “If I recall, you and your brothers drove MC out yourselves. Even you, Lucifer attacked MC. What is it now? The fourth time? And from what MC has told me. Not one, not one of you bothered in defending them, nor stopping Lucifer. Except Mammon, he at least remembered his role as MC’s guardian.”

Lucifer audibly ‘tchs’ as he hears Diavolo rise from his desk, the screech of the chair’s leg dragged across the floor and the brothers flinch. The prince paces around the Avatars and lets out a low growl as Barbatos lets himself inside. “Apologies Young Master. I had tried to deny them access.” the butler apologizes as Diavolo shakes his head, “Hm. Barbatos, please read a report from MC to the brothers.”

Before the brothers could voice a protest, Diavolo quickly snaps his fingers, putting a silencing spell over them. “Go on then Barbatos. Let Lucifer and his brothers know how MC felt being replaced.” The brothers had no choice but to hear and feel your words as Barbatos clears his throat and begins to read.

“Report number...gods, how many has it been now? I’m sorry Lord Diavolo. I’m losing count with these reports, but it’s probably going to be the same as last week’s. And probably just the same as the weeks before that. I feel like a broken record at this point.”

“Lucifer and the brothers have obviously devoted all their time to Angel, constantly praising them as the perfect human exchange student. I suppose I was that to them once upon a time. They just moved on with Angel as if I’m not even here. But now...I’m just a waste of space here.”

“Mammon’s getting treated the same way too...And Mammon’s supposed to be Angel’s guardian too. But it seems he can’t fulfil that role, not with his brothers constantly bringing him down more harshly. I feel like the brothers want nothing to do with me nor Mammon anymore. If it gets worse, I hope you and Barbatos won’t mind if I ask that you look after Mammon for me. I suppose the novelty of having their dead sister’s descendant has overstayed its welcome. My time here is done.”

As Barbatos spoke, the brothers could only silently reflect on the past few months. Was it that easy to have you replaced by someone who clearly outclassed you in terms of skill and power? Angel might had made life easier for them in terms of looking out for them, but you had gone through the process of tirelessly fixing their family. You had seen plenty of the good and bad, and even died because of them. Angel wouldn’t experienced any of that, of course the brothers acted like those hardships were a thing of the past.

All of a sudden, Lucifer let out a choked gasp as Diavolo snapped his finger, the rest of his brothers gasping for air. “Do you understand now Lucifer? MC has decided for themselves. And Mammon chose to accompany them, he was always quite the loyal brother, wasn’t he?”

Having lost two more of the most important people in his life, and by now, his pride had gone with the words he would have rebuked at Diavolo. Lucifer kept his head to the ground once more, “Lord Diavolo. Please. We need to see them. They need to forgive us. Please.”

Diavolo lets out a grunted ‘hmph’, staring down at the Avatar of Pride as he had seen this form before, “That will be up to them.” He gives Barbatos a knowing look as a portal emerges.

“One chance Avatars. And that is all you will have.”

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

With the Avatars now standing before you, your grip on Mammon’s arm tightened as Mammon tensed. Maybe his hunch about the human plotting wasn’t too far out of the realm of possibility. But a quick glance towards the paled face of the other human and the low hisses from their familiar said otherwise.

Lucifer was careful in keeping the brothers from rushing you and Mammon as he clearly could see the distress from you and the hostility from his favorite brother. “MC. Mammon. We’re here to take you back home.” The eldest coolly responds as if he were scolding children.

“Why are you all doing here? You lot didn’t bother looking for me, no matter what I did. Never had you since the fall, you all could care for all those times I ran away from home.” he snarled at his brothers, glaring daggers at them.

Beel was the first of the little brothers to speak up, “MC...You weren’t serious about leaving the Devildom, were you?” he asked as if he was a shamed pup. “MC, Mammon...Don’t you want to come back home? We can be a family again.” he offers as the gentle giant’s tone was laced with guilt as Mammon remained unconvinced.

“Why?” Mammon growls, “You wanna look afta two burdens now?” he retorts as the little brothers gasp in shock. He could see their faces turn to worry the fact that Mammon was a human now settled in, would they really step up to look after two humans under their care?

“I don’t even know why you’re all here. Especially you of all demons.” You argued as you stood your ground in defiance, now standing with Mammon and glared at Lucifer in particular. “We’re only doing what you told us to do, Avatar of Pride.”

Lucifer felt your bite, hurt as he was at you both, he kept his composure. “And what was that MC?” he questions, perhaps still hoping you’d both come back. However, you would not budge.

“You told us to know our place, and we did. We no longer belong in Devildom with you all. It only took another human to show the true colors of demons, didn’t it? You all just easily pushed me aside once someone better came along.” You answer as their faces fell in response.

Satan steps forward as he could feel the wrath roll off both of you, “MC, Mammon. Please. We were wrong. Your place is back in the Devildom with us. We can fix this...And Mammon’s role of the Avatar.” Satan trembled as he gazed upon the demon who raised him, who, in return stared icily at him.

The last words Asmodeus had said to you both were insults that you had forgotten about, yet his words were fresh in his head. And for once, the bravado that he carried had been completely wiped out. “MC, love. Mammon. Please. We’ll do anything to have you home with us.”

“It was all Angel’s fault! If they weren’t here, we wouldn’t be having this problem!” Leviathan quickly interjects and the brothers murmur in agreement as the human between you and Mammon was put on the spot.

Angel’s fists balled as they glared at the brothers, “I’ve done nothing! You brothers brought this upon yourselves!” they called them out as their eyes widened and they fell silent for a moment.

An awful realization set in as Angel repeated their words, “I did nothing.” It was true, wasn’t it? They could have just said no to the brothers, they could have fought to have you and Mammon with them during their time in the Devildom. All of this could have been avoided and the state of the Devildom would have been the same for the past thousands of years.

Yet here they are. Mammon was no longer the Avatar of Greed, bested by a mere human.

“MC. Let us take care of that human and move on. We’ll be a family again.” Belphegor suggests as the brothers seemingly agreed on what they’d believed would solve all their problems. You could see how they were staring Angel down, as if they were dogs waiting for you to command them to sic them.

“Then it’s settled.” Lucifer turns to Angel, “Prepare to pay for your crimes-”

As if you’d let that happen and it’d fix all that happened in the last months.

“Bad dogs! Sit!” It was your turn to snarl at the brothers as their bodies had stopped in perfect sync. You commanded as their bodies obeyed, even the mighty Lucifer couldn’t fight back the power of your pact. You had forced them on their knees to look up at you.

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“I’d watch what you say Belphegor. Once upon a time, I was that human. And no harm will come to Angel.” You told off the Avatar of Sloth as you stand in between the demons and Angel. There was fire in your eyes as Lucifer grunts in frustration, pride was not going to let a human direct him on what he needed to do to ‘fix’ this mess he and brothers had caused.

“MC!” The little brothers pleaded as you stare down at them, Asmo struggled against the pact as he was close to tears, “MC!! Mammon! Don’t you want to be a family again?!”

The former avatar looks at his brothers on the ground, it was some family alright. “Family?” he mutters the word bitterly as he stares at every one of them, “This ain’t the family I remember falling with.”

Angel shifted their weight as they spoke up, “MC. Mammon.” Their tone was steeped in guilt as they knew you could have set your demons upon them when they had offered you the chance to. You gave them a sympathetic look, you already knew a death wouldn’t restore the normalcy between you, Mammon, and the brothers.

“MC. Let’s get outta here.” Mammon takes you hand as if he could feel the waves of wrath roll off your shoulders, “Ya don’t gotta say a thing to them.” He frowns at the state that his brothers were in but you firmly shook your head.

“No, Mammon. I think I’ve held my tongue for far too long.”

You take a breath, you had always been so kind and patient with the brothers and the sins that dictated their every word and action. You had even been on the receiving end of them at times, perhaps it was their turn for them to taste your wrath.

“Now. All of you will be silent, for these are the last words you’ll ever hear from us.” You commanded as their mouths were sealed shut, only scared eyes gazed upon you both.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

“I hope you are aware that a simple ‘I’m sorry’ will not easily fix this situation.” You reprimand them as you give Mammon a sympathetic look, “It’s because of you that Mammon’s chosen to live out the rest of his life as a human. And what the Devildom has now become.”

“I stayed because I believed I was still a beloved member of your family. But then I realized you all kept me around because I was a replacement for Lilith.” You stare down at them, especially at the eldest and youngest, “And none of you ever apologized for putting me in danger, much less apologize for my death.”

“You may have forgotten about what you all put me through,” You point at Mammon, “But he hasn’t. I was there, dying in his arms. And you all idly watched. The same family who treats Mammon like scum, purely of the sin that he was cursed with. I can’t believe he still calls you his family, you’ve abused and used Mammon for your own benefit, and yet he still loves you. If it were me, I would have left a long ass time ago.” You spat at them in disgust as your pacts glowed, the flow of your wrath palpable now to them.

“Humans are quite the novelty to demons, aren’t they? Until they lose their appeal.” You pace about in front of the brothers as you gave them a hard look. “First there was Solomon, an impressive all knowing wizard, with 72 pacts with demons. Then everyone got suspicious on who’d he add to his collection next.”

“And then I came along, an unsuspecting human who managed to tame the Seven Lords. All under the ruse of getting pacts to save this family.” You lament as you trace over a visible pact mark to the brothers, and stared at it in disgust. “I fixed a broken family, and what do I get in return? My own death and left abandoned for another. There’s no use having these if the demons I call upon couldn’t be bothered to aid me in my time of need.”

You glance over Angel, “Of course, I suppose they did whatever they could with their arsenal of talent just to survive. If I had an ounce of the magical talent they possessed, I would have done the same. Perhaps it’s because I’ve been here again that my soul no longer carries the shine that you all were so attracted to.”

“So of course I decided to leave. There’s was no use of me putting effort into relationships with people who no longer cared about me.” You look to your first man and give him a soft smile, one just for him. “Only Mammon stuck by my side. And he’s decided that’s where he’ll stay.”

Mammon gazes upon his brothers as he huffs, and steps in front of the downed brothers. All their pleading of wanting him back would have fell upon deaf ears as his glare of disappointment and contempt could only be felt upon.

“Listen...Yer my family...But I can’t forgive ya for whatcha did to MC. For what ya did all this time, and what ya all did to me for all my life.” Mammon began as he shakes his head. “This family never appreciated, nor loved me. Fuck. The moment I got my sin, you all treated me like the designated punching bag for ya own sins. I tried so hard to keep this family together since tha fall, but I’m tired of carrying you all.”

Mammon paces just as you did as it was time to let things off his chest. “Ya all treat me like ma sin is the worst thing in all seven layers of hell. But lemme tell ya something, all of yous are just as bad as me. So why do I get the worst punishments for ma sin?”

Mammon stared at his little brothers now as his lips quivers in apprehension. They were lucky he had kept his angelic kindness but now, the little brothers he loved so much were now on the receiving end of what they had put him through.

“Satan wrecks shit, Beel eats everything in sight, and Asmo brings home strangers to sleep with. Levi spends a shit ton of grimm on shit he doesn’t need, Belphie gets to cruise through life; cause he’s the baby of the family, and the baby always gets what he wants. And you, Lucifer, ain’t nothing more but a sadistic tyrant who chooses to beat the shit outta us when things don’t go ya way.”

“But when I steal and spend, when I give into my sin. It’s suddenly treason and the only way to fix it is to beat me or the fucking means is execution?” Mammon snarls at the last sentence, how many times had they threatened and terrified him into submission with that?

“You ain’t the little brothers I raised.” Mammon uttered in disappointment as he watched their faces fall, and turned to Lucifer, and he felt his shoulders fall. “You ain’t the brother I looked up ta, the one who I followed and fell with.”

“MC was the only good that came into my life, and I ain’t letting them go. You all, still treated me like shit, and MC always had my back. They’ve been there for me when you all brought me down. A human cared for me more than my own brothers.” By now Mammon’s tears had flowed freely as it had never occurred to them that their words actually affected him that badly.

“I’m through with this family.” Mammon finally seethed as he returned by your side. His blue eyes burned into their’s as tears hadn’t stopped flowing down his face. And it would be the last image of their brother that they would see him as.

You stare down at the brothers as you release them from the pact’s bindings, “You’ve heard him. He’s done with you all. And so am I. There is nothing more to say.” You both make your way to Angel and stand with them.

“MC. Mammon.” Lucifer spoke as by now, he knew nothing he said now would change your minds. Keeping still on his knees, Lucifer swallows hard as he speaks the last words, “Will you ever forgive us? I don’t care how long it takes, I have to know.”

You stay silent for a moment as the brothers followed Pride’s example, “...I don’t know. I know it’s not now, not in the foreseeable future.”

“Then we will wait. No matter how long it takes.” Lucifer answers as the brothers sadly gaze upon you and Mammon, knowing that they’d never be a family again. A portal opens behind them, as if their time with you was up by Barbatos’ command as the brothers were pulled in.

“Goodbye MC, goodbye Mammon. Until we meet again, we will wait for you.”

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You let out a sigh of relief, you had overcome another obstacle provided by the brothers and you quickly find comfort in Mammon’s arms. “It’s over. It’s finally over.” You barely whisper as if the weight of the world had finally been lifted off your shoulders.

Mammon simply nods as he gazes upon your tired form, “MC..I can’t believe you actually felt like that tha whole time ya been livin with us.” He frowns, how could he have not picked up on it sooner. “I..uh..sorry. I couldn’t protect you, especially from my brothers.” he mumbles softly against the crook of your neck.

“No. Mammon, it was never your fault.” You hug him and melt into his embrace, “We’re free now, we don’t have to worry about them now.”

Angel clears their throat as they were aware that they were very much the third wheel still, “Will you ever forgive them though MC?” they ask as you looked thoughtful, and shook your head. “I don’t know. I just know it won’t be soon.” You gave Angel a half smile as you approach them and put a hand on their shoulder. “I still want you to know that I don’t blame you for all that’s happened.”

Brimmond chirps from Angel’s occupied shoulder, “Not even an ounce of blame MC? You haven’t forgotten that it’s because of us that the Devildom has now entered a new era?” You give the familiar a stroke across his head and shake your head, “No. I don’t I can. Besides, I know you didn’t mean for all of this to happen.”

“Oi! I’m still ‘ere ya know?” Mammon interjects as he frowns, but the thought wasn’t too far off from his deepest thoughts. “But...huh. It’s weird ya know? Not having them 24/7 insultin and punishing me? It’s...kinda like being out of some sort of duty that I had ta be with ‘em, otherwise I’d be nothing.” Mammon gives you both a small smile, “But. I get ta be myself here, without them bringin me down. Ya know?”

“It’s a feeling of being set free from them?” Angel concludes as the last call for the train sounds off and that must have been a sign. “And speaking of being set free, I shall do the same and set you both free of me.” They turn to depart onto their trip home before you called after them.

“I wish we had more time together though Angel! We can make up for lost time?” You offer hopefully as they turned back to face you. They give you both a reassuring smile, and for some reason, you felt like everything was going to be okay.

“Goodbye MC, Mammon. Until we meet again.” Angel says their farewell as they depart onto the last train of the night. You and Mammon wave a send off to them as Brimmond meows loudly to you both before the door closes behind them, leaving you and Mammon are left alone.

“So what happens now?” Mammon questions you as you shake your head and give him a soft smile, “Now? Now it’s just you and me Mammon. Mom’s still letting us pick our home, all we gotta do is pick the one we’ll call home.”

“Home...” Mammon gives you a bittersweet smile as he wrapped his arm around your waist as you both headed back to the apartment, “For once I can’t wait to go home. Ain’t that sad MC?” He chuckles halfheartedly as you leaned against him.

“It doesn’t have to be sad thing Mammon. You won’t be alone because I’ll be with you til the very end.”

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The House of Lamentation has never been so still and as silent as it has now as in sorrow, the brothers had returned home without their brother and you. The house that once held life, was silent and cold, except for the unending and repeated tone of the grandfather clock.

But who could blame the both of you? Not after the way they had treated you, and the centuries of Mammon enduring their insults and physical punishments. A simple apology couldn’t, and wouldn’t change a thing. They knew things weren’t going to be the same as it was.

Your room, along with Mammon’s are left as they had been when you and Mammon had decided together that you’d leave the Devildom forever. Despite the fact that Mammon’s room was quite a mess, none of the brothers felt the room being tidy was Mammon at all. They now stand as a shrine to both of your memories. And most days, your rooms would have a brother or two occupying your beds, wishing you both could come back.

All of the remaining brothers, especially Lucifer and Satan dutifully clean the dust off in your rooms. They decide not to throw anything out, from the collection of losing lottery tickets scattered the floor in Mammon’s room to your notebooks filled with all your RAD classes. Nothing was going to leave your rooms, they were trying to hold onto any and every piece of you.

The reality of Mammon’s presence hit the brothers when their finances were shaky at best. The brothers were firm that they wanted nothing to do with Archemond, Avatar of Greed or not. The budget was going to be tight if the brothers weren’t out getting jobs to sustain their lifestyles. They would have to work for their money, whether they liked it or not.

Lucifer couldn’t afford the expensive demonus and getting his suit pressed to prim and proper condition, and it seemed Diavolo had reduced his pay. Fitting punishment since he was the cause that you and Mammon had left. Leviathan wasn’t able to buy all the latest in anime and gaming goods, his admiral stipend could only pay so much. His heart broke many times over the things he couldn’t buy, not as much as not having you and Mammon here with him.

Satan could not buy his exclusive human world novels and food for the stray cats. And finding a suitable job with his temperament was difficult, unless he could be alone or with those he deemed suitable. Asmodeus was in a pickle when it came to finances, no more expensive clothes and beauty supplies, though he had donations for his superfans. Though it felt hollow as he felt guilty that he seemed to be the only one who wasn’t affected, and it ended up going to the family’s budget.

Beelezebub could not eat as much as he wanted to, though as of late, his appetite had declined dramatically. Any heavy lifting job at the Akuzon warehouses, he’d take. Someone had to continue to protect the family, even if it meant that his hunger would bother him immensely. Belphegor couldn’t exactly skim through responsibilities, nor could he make his brothers do work for him. While he complained about having to do labor, the appeal of working from home didn’t sound too bad. If he did end up working.

The brothers all dealt with your’s and Mammon’s absence in their own way, they are firm in waiting for you and Mammon to eventually forgiven them.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

As of late, Lucifer holes himself in his study, aside from answering the Prince about his duties. He only came out to mealtimes and he could check on them every night, in an attempt to keep his brothers from falling apart. Only he had fallen apart the moment you both swore you’d never forgive him.

But he had to find reason to keep going, if there was one. Cursed records and bottles of demonus is the current world he lives in. In the evenings after dinner, Lucifer spends the most of his time blaring out his records, and pouring himself another glass and wallow in his sorrow.

Father’s favorite son is lost, he had lost his favorite and most cherished brother. The one he could depend on no matter what, yet he had failed him. Mammon was the one who held the family together after their fall, and now the family was dangling by a thin thread. It was only Mammon who had that effect on his brothers, to keep them feeling alright at the expense of his own pain. And now anything could break their threads of sanity.

And you, his most treasured human. It was you he was the most grateful to, you had repaired his family and brought them back together again. A feat even the mighty and proud Lucifer couldn’t triumph with all the strength he possessed. You were the only one for him that was worth throwing his pride aside. You had done so much for his family, and this is how he had repaid you.

None of this would had happened if he just said ‘no’ to Lord Diavolo’s proposal of hosting another exchange program. The stack of reports you had sent to Diavolo as a part of the program sits at his desk, and Lucifer couldn’t find the heart to read what you had wrote. You must had been suffering immensely, and he had chose ignorance in favor of excellence of another.

Angel would have been the perfect candidate at the beginning of the program, as a goody two shoes. It would have been an unremarkable, and the facade of keeping Belphie locked up from his brothers would have still continued. But if the that were the case, you wouldn’t have come along and repaired the broken bonds between him and his brothers.

Of course Mammon had chosen to stay by your side when he and the other brothers had drifted away. He had trusted him to look after you, and much to his surprise, Mammon had chosen a human over his family. Of course he did, you had showed him unconditional love and kindness, a far cry from what his own flesh and blood had treated him.

He shouldn’t have been too hard on either of you, he shouldn’t have let his pride blind him. Would Lilith be proud of him? She wouldn’t have forgiven him from beyond the grave for treating her descendant like this. He had let Mammon down and he had let you down. And now you both were gone forever.

He could only reflect on what he had done, he had lost three of his loved ones. Father must have been enjoying how his favorite son was suffering for how far he had dragged down his brothers due to his actions.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

If Leviathan was the shut in of the family, the dial is turned up to eleven after you and Mammon weren’t here. He hardly left his room, only that Lucifer was the only who could drag him out of his room, just to make sure he was eating.

His life was a constant pity party, even moreso now that his big brother and his only friend(aside from Henry 2.0), were no longer a part of his life. Leviathan spent his days wallowing in his bedtub, in his own thoughts that had come true. He no longer had focus on his usual routines of games and anime. Even his online friends couldn’t get him out out of his sorrow.

Nothing he loved could bring him any comfort, not even the Ruri-chan limited events and special promos could bring him any joy. Clutching his special Ruri-chan pillow close to him, he could only wish it was you instead. How he found you asleep next to him on those late night anime episode marathons, sure it was awkward for him but he ended up cherishing you just being next to him.

He was always the first to insult Mammon before anyone could, of course it was his fault. How could he not know his words hurt his brother? Stuff like this happened so many times in the slice of life animes that you and himself watched. How could he not realize stuff like this could even hurt his older brother?

You were his most cherished friend, his first one in all these centuries. You felt real, none of his online friends could compare to you. Like in those animes you both watched together, he felt the blossoming of true friendship between you. And yet he had so easily tossed you aside for someone who he deemed .

Sure, Angel had impressed Leviathan with TSL knowledge compared to your knowledge and your attention span to the subject. But they were not you, if it weren’t for you, he wouldn’t even have been able to go on about it with them. After that, Leviathan had pushed you aside as if they were a much better you.

The Lord of Shadow had abandoned his one true Henry for another. Who saw the real him, listened to his rants, and supported him in all his interests despite causing secondhand embarrassment to the other brothers. Leviathan would never meet a true Henry like yourself, someone as special like didn’t pop up as such every century.

The Lord of Shadow had also lost his Lord of Fools, who was his guardian from way back in the Celestial Realm. His memories of Mammon being his guardian and mentor back then seemed like a distant memory. Mammon always did want Leviathan to loosen up and have fun. Not to mention Mammon was the reason he had gotten everything he wanted, at the expense of the emotional and physical well being of his brother.

Leviathan sunk further into his bedtub as the blanket came over him, if he had possessed the spine of Lotan, he would still have you and Mammon back with him. Perhaps you both were better off without such a worthless and yucky otaku, maybe he didn’t deserve everything good you both had given him.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

Being wrath incarnate, a part of the house would be broken one way or another. Which didn’t help Lucifer’s finances, but deep down Satan knew no matter how much he destroyed, you and Mammon weren’t coming back to the Devildom.

If you deemed his room to be a mess, then it was a warzone. The sounds of howls of agony and objects being tossed, and shelves breaking had ruined his orderly collections. Wrath came and went in waves as the brothers knew they would hear another outrage in a few days.

In the aftermath, Satan collapsed to the floor his deep pants were what was left. His horns, tail, and claws receded as he collapsed in the rubble, and at his feet laid a torn book. The pages were worn as Satan immediately recognized which one it was, the forbidden book that started the body switch with him and Lucifer. And thus began his journey in knowing and understanding you.

A warm tear drops onto the page as he shakily touches it. How could he have forgotten about you so easily? It was almost like a storybook tale, the main character who saved the family. It was you who had improved his relationship with Lucifer in such a short amount of time and brought the family together once again. What started as a ploy to use you to annoy Lucifer, you became much more than that, you became a valued confidant and a beloved member of the family.

While it was true that Angel’s knowledge of topics outclassed your’s, and thus he and them could converse for hours compared to having to explain everything to you. In addition, the fact that they had a talking cat familiar shouldn’t had easily swayed his favorability over you. How he tossed you aside in favor of a person that he deemed more worthy than you was a decision that he’d regret.

And Mammon, his dear brother who raised him after their fall, despite his circumstances. Despite the fact that he constantly hurt Mammon when Lucifer couldn’t face his own creation. How could he just act like he had never done his brother wrong? He was just as guilty as the others, always pointing out his flaws, as if he didn’t have any. His was just as bad as the others.

Mammon truly was the most decent of brothers wasn’t he? He couldn’t recall if Mammon had laid a hand against you, but he did vividly remember the day you rejected making the pact with him. Even now he remembers how Mammon solely stood up against Lucifer and protected you, when they were all supposed to.

Satan finds an old children’s book, a picture of a cat graced its cover. The tears hadn’t stopped as he remembered how Mammon would read this book to him when Lucifer refused. Nights when the witches were the absolute worst to him, he still soldiered on and spent time with him to assured that he was still a part of the family. When did it all go to shit? When did he stop being a grateful little brother to the one who helped raised him?

Mammon was the epitome of a big brother and you were an angel, you both had played a major role in his life. Sure he had plenty of people he had connections with, but none of them could ever make him connect so much as you and Mammon. He had let the both of you slip through his fingers, if only he had the wisdom to prevent all of this from happening, he’d go back in time and reverse it all.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

Asmodeus tries to fill the void as he always had when he felt like he was missing something. Hosting his Asmo parties and coming home with strangers for a good time was his go to solution to fill the void you both left in him. But nothing would ever make him feel as whole as you and Mammon had did, unconditional love was something his fans could not provide him.

Of course when the party highs had quickly diminished, Asmodeus had to face the lows. Lows where he holed himself in his room, sobbing loudly during the night as he had thrown his self care out the window. Between the noisy hiccups and him sniffling in to keep his snot from coming out, wails of your name and Mammon’s filled his room.

Between the revolving door of strangers occupying his bed and days where Asmodeus was a mess in his bed, he had deeply cried out for you and Mammon to return to him. His pillows were soaked with tears and makeup of days past, his breath trembled as he reached for the last tissue in the box and wiped his tears.

Even with him constantly trying to get Solomon to give all the deets on what you and Mammon were doing in the human world, he was denied each time. Even stalking all your socials, along with Mammon’s, even if he tried to figure out what his human world handles were. Not even any of his hanger-ons could figure that out.

You had seen his most ugly side of him, yet you brought out the best of him, he had accepted that your were on the same level as he. It had been the first time since falling did he truly crave to be validated by the one and only human he deemed worthy of his love. You had fixed his family, a feat even the greatest sorcerer he’d known for ages couldn’t accomplish. You had taught him that true beauty was more than superficial, it was about having a beautiful heart and mind, but more importantly, a beautiful soul. Something he seemed to have and currently lacked when it came to you.

And for Mammon? Why would he have wanted to come back with the family? He was always insulting him for just about anything, the family’s own punching bag. Even he couldn’t recall how it all started, Mammon did always have a certain confidence about him, perhaps that’s why. He always had to cover up his insecurities with his makeup and his honeyed words. He had forgotten about his brother who had looked after him, and gave him those coveted modeling gigs? He, along with Levi were always the one who insulted Mammon first. Of course Mammon wouldn’t want to stay with them if that was all he got from them.

There was nothing he could do now, without Mammon around, he couldn’t go on shopping sprees or host his wild parties. He had to resort to the oldest job since the dawn of time, for once he had to think of his family rather than indulge in himself. But was it really worth it if you both weren’t here with him?

Perhaps you were both fed up with him, why, with him talking about himself nonstop. As if it was his world and everyone was just living in it, only as pawns for him to play with. He was so full of himself, why would he wanted anyone lesser? Coming back from an physically and emotionally draining night, Asmo didn’t bother with his own self care. Instead to cry once more into the sheets and wail for the ones he had loved and lost.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

Beelzebub prides himself as the family’s protector, yet he couldn’t protect you nor his older brother from themselves. Now he had lost two more of his family, what good was being the protector if he so easily let you and Mammon slip through his grasps once more?

Though you’d think he’d be devastated by the family having a dramatic drop in how much he could consume, nothing could compare to the loss of you and Mammon. Beelzebub had started eating less, it wasn’t like the food tasted any better. Why would it if you and Mammon weren’t here with him? Beelzebub didn’t find much joy in eating since you both left and some days he found himself starving himself.

It was only through his twin that begged him to eat enough to sate the pain, was this the same pain you had gone through when he had pushed you aside? Had he been so blissfully ignorant of your suffering that he didn’t even notice how little you had eaten in the past few months? Beelzebub gently holds a cookbook you compiled for him, recipes that you both had cooked together. When was the last time you both cooked together?

Angel was polite and friendly towards you and the rest of the family, how could he just accept them as another friend? Did it just take one spell to keep him from eating everything in sight that he’d easily forget you and everything you’ve done to save his family?

Sure, you saw him as a bottomless pit at first, but you saw him as a gentle giant who cared deeply of his family. How could he had forgot that you protected himself and Luke from Lucifer’s wrath? He had so easily forgotten that you had shared your life candle with him as well, now your life was cut shorter because of him. He had failed you once again, how many times did he have to fail you to get it through his thick skull?

And his dear brother Mammon, who had looked after the twins after their fall. Mammon had done so much in keeping the family together after their tragedy, and this is how they had repaid him. Even back in the Celestial Realm, Mammon had been too lenient on the twins and Lilith, and it was no different in the Devildom with the twins. Mammon really did let them get away with things as he had did back then.

Beelzebub had blindly followed Lucifer in never calling him out for Mammon’s punishments, nor did he do anything to aid his brother. He had also failed to protect you from Lucifer once more. He didn’t call out the rest of his siblings either, perhaps he was as dumb as he looked. His stomach growls once more, though he can’t bring himself sate his hunger.

He had blamed himself for Lilith’s death, now he had to add failing you and Mammon to the list. All Beelzebub could do now is protect the brothers that remained, he wasn’t going to lose another family member. Who would hold his hand when the nightmares of losing you and Mammon started creeping into his dreams now? • - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

Belphie sleeps more than usual, and doesn’t want to do anything else. Sleep was a pitiful form of refuge, sometimes it’d be nice to forget about things for a little while. Except when he woke up, reality would just come back to hit him. Why hadn’t he tried to be more than what his sin confined him to?

The awful reality that he was the cause of your demise again, along with him losing another sibling because of him, was not what he wanted to relive again. He couldn’t just coast through life so easily now that the brothers had to work to upkeep the House of Lamentation. It now dawned on him that life was never going to be the same.

Belphegor would either spend most of the time in either your room or Mammon’s, mumbling in his sleep, he was begging you two to come back. He spent lonely nights in the planetarium, staring and your stars, along with his and Beel’s. As much as he’d like to think that his sin was the cause of you both leaving, he was aware that he had done nothing.

How could he had just forget everything that you’ve done for his family? Oh wait, they did forget about him killing you, you probably didn’t forget and you easily wanted to leave due to that. He knew Mammon didn’t forget seeing his baby brother kill his beloved human, and it was easy that Mammon had chosen to stay by your side rather than the family.

You may had tried to make amends with Belphie, even if it was a painful ordeal. You still had nightmares and at times of uncertainty, you feared that he might lash out from you denying him anything he asked. Mammon had been extra clingy with you and tried to keep Belphegor at arm’s length, but he always took this as jealousy. Why couldn’t he see that sooner?

Reflecting on your words about being Lilith’s descendant, he knew deep down that wasn’t the only reason why he loved you. You were you. Not Lilith. Not a replacement for the sister he lost. Yet he so quickly replaced you when Angel had come into their home. It was easy for Belphie and Angel to get along, they were enamored with constellations and there was no bad history between them. Why couldn’t he just spend time with you both? Now who was going to watch the stars with him? Who would be there to wake him in the morning after?

He had done nothing for his beloved big brother, even taking part in antagonizing him as much as he would with Lucifer. When was the last time he had done something nice for him? After all these years of Mammon raising his little brothers before and after the fall, Belphie was nothing but an ungrateful brat. He could have shown him a shred of kindness after all Mammon had done for the family, but it was far more easier to insult and ridicule him, knowing that Mammon wouldn’t actually fight back.

You were both gone, Belphie knew why. He, along with his brothers had taken advantage of the love and kindness that you and Mammon had towards the family and you had both had enough. Belphegor slept in the attic, feeling as useless as he had when he had lost Lilith. The only way he could see you both back is in his dreams, never wanting to wake up to cruel reality he caused.

• - - - - - - ☆- - - - - - •

With the departure of the recent human exchange student, Lord Diavolo had closed the exchange program indefinitely. Simeon and Luke had returned to the Celestial Realm, and Solomon had gone back to the human world. While they were able to keep a constant communication with you, the same could not be said for the brothers.

There is an obvious shift in behavior from the six brothers that the lower and noble demons noticed. They knew better than to instigate trouble with the brothers, now resorting to walking on eggshells around the coldness of the avatars.

The whole Devildom had noticed the strained relationship between the Avatars and Lord Diavolo. If Lucifer and Diavolo had been attached at the hip, it wasn’t so much anymore. Ristorante Six had never seen the pair dine together. And during formal balls, all the Avatars were there physically, but mentally, they had checked out the moment you and Mammon flat out rejected them.

Hell had really frozen over the Devildom since your’s and Mammon’s departure.

The six lords would wait for you both, until the day you both would forgive them. But would you? That would be up to you two.

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~One year later~

Things had gone smoothly since that night of cutting off the Avatars from both of your lives, albeit there were a couple of bumps along the way. You had considered removing your pacts as you had no use of them now. If that were the case, Mammon was supportive with your decision.

Mammon had become quite a successful model, working with various fashion brands and sponsors. You had kept a collection on various magazines with him on the cover, just you had done in the Devildom. Adding a bit more boost to his ego. And without his need for greed, along with the reality of how finances in the human world worked, he was quick to pick up on saving and when to spend.

Though he kept forgetting that he was a human, so you had to keep reminding him. The reactions and looks of the other models also did the job. He still called you his human when it was just you two, it still gave him butterflies when you always responded to his little pet name for you.

Of course, he was forever grateful for the love and kindness you unconditionally showered upon him.

The Royals and the Purgatory Trio were constantly in contact with you and Mammon and would visit often. Whenever they could, they’d visit you whenever you and Mammon needed anything. You and Mammon did get occasional gifts and food from both the Devildom and Celestial Realm. And Solomon and yourself did keep up in your training in magic, and as well as Solomon helped Mammon with spells as well.

You had also kept in constant contact with Angel, just to make sure they didn’t bury themselves in guilt after the fallout from the brothers. Video chats between you both were often as you’d both update each other on what was going on in your lives. The times that they did manage to visit you, lost time was made up between them, yourself, and Mammon.

“We’re here!” You exclaimed as you excitedly got out of the passenger side of Mammon’s car, the driver quickly parking the car out in the driveway. “Oi! MC! ‘Ang on!” Mammon called after you as you went up to the house you both had chosen together.

Your mom’s country house stood before you as you smiled fondly at the childhood memories that were still instilled in your now new home. Now you were ready to make new ones with Mammon. “We’re home!” You cry out as Mammon huffs as he brought out some of your belongings. ”

“You know Mams, we could have picked Mom’s cabin out in the woods.” You remind him as you rubbed your chin, “Though that doesn’t sound like a bad getaway if we want to have a change of pace.” The sound of luggage immediately dropping told you all you needed to know about your partner.

“Oh hell no!” Mammon cries out as he quickly ran to you as if you really intended to drag him to the cabin, “Don’t ya know what happens in the couple who goes to the cabin in the woods? Like in tha movies?! Ain’t no way I’m going there! Not no way, not no how!” Mammon finishes with a firm pout, his frown giving him a childish charm.

You gently cup his face as you chuckle softly, “I know. I know. We’ve seen the movies about that many times Mams.” You assure him and pressed your lips to his forehead. “I know you wouldn’t like that. But you did consider Mom’s beach house too you know.”

“Oh yeah! We could have gotten that one!” Mammon whined as a thought suddenly struck him, “Oh hey! We could sell ‘em as DNDs!” he exclaimed as you laughed.

“B&Bs Mams, though I think I’ll talk to mom about it.” You corrected as you looked thoughtful, “Although, it might not be a bad venture for extra income.” You agreed as Mammon beams in delight. For once he didn’t have to hear opposition to his opinions. “It’s a good idea actually.” You state as you give him a kiss on the cheek for it.

You smiled as you noticed his tanned cheeks furiously flush red at your affection, “Oi..Who said you can do that Treasure?” Mammon mumbled as you giggled softly and leaned against his forehead.

A comfortable silence settled between you both as you lovingly gazed into his eyes. Entwining his hands with your’s, Mammon let you take him towards the house you two would share together for the rest of your lives. It was a new beginning for both of you, and you couldn’t wait for what the future would bring for you together.

“Welcome home Mammon. We’re home, just you and me.”

A/N: And there you have it! Thank you all very much for all the support for my first ever series on tumblr! Maybe I will write some bonus stories that will be stories I couldn’t fit in here. Cheers all!

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Chapter 3 - Intruders and Trenchcoats

Unable to get answers from Lucifer, Y/n tries to take her mind off her worries. She is soon interrupted by an angel in a trenchcoat.

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I wake up to a pounding in my head and a pain in my lower back. This time it doesn’t take me long to recall the memories of the previous night. The searing pain, the screaming, the fight. All of it sends a shiver down my aching spine. I hug my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth, my mind running a hundred miles per hour. No. No. No. This can't be real. I’m going to wake up in my crappy motel any moment now.

“Ah, you’re up!” Lucifer clasps his hands together, flashing me a cheery smile, rising from the chair sat a few feet from the bed.

I don’t respond, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer. His eyes squint, my silence clearly bothers him, but he doesn’t mention it.

“Right, well I got you something.” He snaps his fingers and a tray of fluffy waffles with sliced strawberries and drizzled syrup appears in his hand. He places it in front me, taking a seat at the end of the bed. “Come on, it's your favorite and you haven't eaten in nearly 24 hours.”

“How could you possibly know that? Have you been stalking me?” I snap, taking the fork to pick at a ripe strawberry on my plate. I hate to admit it, but it smells amazing, my mouth waters.

“No,” he scoffs. “Well, yes, but that’s irrelevant. I already know everything there is to know about you Y/n. Your favorite weather is rainy days in the summer, Jack Daniels is the only brand of whiskey you drink, you chew on a strand of your hair when you’re focusing, and your favorite book is a cheesy romance novel you’ve read thirteen times,” he says with a sly smile.

I recoil, feeling taken aback. It’s true, every word he said was spot on. He must have been watching me for a long time to pick up all of that.

I casually tuck the fork away in my sleeve, careful not to draw attention to it.

“So you’re a psycho and a creep? Charming,” I reply in a sarcastic tone.

He smiles a twisted smile. “I guess you could say that.” He scooches closer and I could feel that familiar soft buzzing feeling pulling us together, it's almost soothing but I fight it off.

Feeling repulsed, I drop the tray of waffles on the floor, kicking it across the room. I don't care if it came off as juvenile or that my stomach was practically begging me to eat something, I wasn’t going to give in that easily. I make harsh eye contact with him, crossing my arms to show my defiance.

He looks disgusted at the scattered food, sticky syrup dripping on the floor, then turns his attention back to me, the feathers on his wings frilled out like an angry cat. “You humans always were so childish.” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “You’ll change your mind. in time you’ll learn to trust me.”

“I will NEVER trust you! You violated me!” I try to yell but my voice cracks, still sore from the screaming and sobbing the night before.

“Oh please, don’t be so dramatic, Y/n. I told you the pain was temporary and now you’ll be better off. You can thank me later.” He winks, sending a rush of fury through my veins.

“What did you do to me?” The words drip from my tongue like venom.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it my beloved.” He pats my head, running his fingers through my knotted hair.

“Let me go,” I demand, my head held high. “I promise I won't tell anyone what happened if you let me go home.” It takes all the strength in me to keep my voice steady. Now is not the time to appear weak.

He glares at me, disappointment clear on his face.

“....please,” I ask him nicely this time.

“This is your home Y/n.” He gestures around the room, feeling slightly frustrated. “With me.”

I stare him down, hate evident as I fight the tears that begin to well up in my eyes. I'll be damned if I let myself cry in front of this monster ever again.

A tall woman with striking black eyes knocks on the bedroom door and enters the room, slipping inside in a snake like fashion. She’s dressed head to toe in dark clothing with long straight black hair that falls to her shoulders.

Lucifer looks clearly annoyed by the intrusion. “What?” He snaps at her coldly.

She walks closer, shutting the door behind her, covering her mouth with her hand and leaning in close to whisper in his ear.

He scowls and for a second I swear that his eyes turn a darker red, much like the way they were in my dreams. “Very well.” He shoos her off with a flick of his wrist and yet again, we're alone.

Me and the Devil, face to face.

“I have some business to attend to, i'll be back in a bit, my love.” He strides up next to me, placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head.

I don’t dare say a word. Any time away from him is a blessing. Maybe I can devise a plan to get out of this poorly disguised prison.

“Feel free to explore, but don’t try anything stupid, I have this place surrounded by my demons.”

Demons, of course she was a demon. On a typical day learning that demons are real would be greatly distressing to me, but considering the turn of events in the past 24 hours, it doesn’t phase me much at all.

He pats me on the head, a gesture that I'm sure he intended to be caring but came off as controlling to me. There's a loud sound of wings flapping and then he’s gone in the blink of an eye, leaving me alone to stew in my own thoughts.

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After what felt like hours sitting on the bed, running through all the possible scenarios in my head of what the fuck I've gotten myself into, I push myself out of bed, cautiously exploring the extravagant room around me.

The soft carpets under my feet are black and fluffy, made of a wool material that was most likely harvested from some expensive animal.

Embedded in the charred brick wall are colorful stained glass windows, displaying scenes of dark biblical stories, all of which starring the fallen angel, Lucifer, himself. They portray the story of his fall from heaven and his triumphant rise to power in Hell, one pane at a time. It's no wonder an egotistical man like himself would choose to bathe in his own greatness in such a way.

I open the drawers of a black wooden dresser and to my surprise they’re fully stocked with clothes all in my size and style, even down to the specific local shops I prefer to buy from. Some of them have odd little holes in the back of the shirts, but I don’t waste my energy focusing on such miniscule details. There’s more important things at hand.

Finally, I reach the large shelves on the wall that tower far above me. They’re filled with hundreds of hard covered books, fitted together like pieces of a large abstract puzzle. I run my hands down the spine of the books in front of me. Half of the shelves are stocked with aged leather bound books that are written in different languages, most of which I don’t recognise and labeled with symbols I can’t quite put my finger on. The rest of the books are brand new, all of them are titles that I have either read and enjoyed or plan to read in the future.

How could he possibly know what books I plan to read? I had never even written that information down.

I grab a book that has been on my reading list for quite some time, Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, hoping to find some sort of comfort in the pages. The story did little to take my mind off things considering the main characters were an angel and a snarky demon, a stark reminder to my current situation.

Just as I had started to get into the story, mindlessly flipping through the pages, a loud BANG sounds outside the room and I scramble to my feet in a panicked hurry.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He’s changed his mind. He’s come back to kill me after all.

I rush to the door, peaking my head around the crack, being as silent as I possibly can. To my surprise, Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there is a full out battle taking place in the kitchen between a group of 5, what I assume to be Lucifer's demons, and a scruffy man in a tan trench coat. He presses the palm of his hand to the forehead of a demon and the light inside him flickers, before the demon screams in pain, dropping dead on the floor as the battle continues.

His lifeless eyes stare at me, charred holes burned into his skull where the eyes once were.

Although I feel thoroughly shocked and confused, I use this chaos to my advantage and make my escape. I rush past the fight, leaping over the bodies of demons littering the floor. Their blood forms sticky puddles that squish under my bare feet. I’m almost at the door when I feel strong hands wrap around my waist pulling my back.

“Where ya going girly?” The nasally voice of a demon whispers in my ears. His breath reeks of cigarettes and booze. He let out a low startling laugh that shook me to my core.

I struggle for a moment, before pulling out the fork I had stashed away in my sleeve from breakfast. I whip around in his arms, using my full force and stab him directly in his wretched black eye. He lets out a wailing scream, dropping me to cradle his deformed eye, fork still plunged deep inside.

With no time to think, I push myself up and start running, slamming the door shut behind me.

The house is surrounded by thick woods, trees covering every line of sight. Completely secluded. He was smart to choose a place where no one could possibly find me, not that I would have anyone looking for me in the first place.

I just can't seem to bring myself to care at the moment. The only thought on my mind is that I need to put as much distance between myself and the house as I can. This may be the only chance I get and I'm not gonna waste it. I run as fast as my legs will take me, running on sheer willpower and determination.

The foliage is so thick that very little light shines through at all. Every movement in the shadows starles me, my mind conjuring up all sorts of nightmarish explanations. The pine needles and tree roots twist under the soles of my feet, it hurts like a thousand repeated stab wounds simultaneously breaking the skin, but my adrenaline keeps me moving. The sound of birds chirping that would usually soothe me on a sunny day like this sounds more like an alarm that danger is nearing closer. A world that feels so familiar, yet suddenly so hostile.

The house is far out of sight but I don't dare stop running. I made that mistake last time, I won't allow it to happen again. My heart drops to my feet as I hear the familiar sound of the rustling of large wings behind me.

Of fucking course he found me! I was foolish to think I could ever escape Lucifer. I’m suddenly stopped in my tracks, unable to run any further as an invisible force pulls me back. What the actual fuck is going on?

Every ounce of strength in my body is nothing compared to the grip of the force keeping me in place. It's like thick ropes are bound around me, tightening the more I struggle, completely immobilizing my body.

I hear the slow crunch of leaves under shoes behind me as the angel gets closer and closer, approaching my frozen form. The forest gets quiet as if the whole world is holding its breath. My body starts trembling with fear. I refuse to look behind me, afraid to see his furious red eyes staring back at me.

There's a touch of two gentle fingers to my temple, and once again the world goes black. I slip into a familiar darkness that seems to be calling my name.

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