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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years

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Could I please request the brothers reaction to a normally fiesty and strong female MC flinching at the sight of an emotionally abusive Ex. She remains strong and tries to play it off, but its clear shes not okay.

Brothers When MC Changes When Seeing An Emotionally Abusive Ex

Warning (Mention of Emotional Abuse)

I didn’t actually mention what the ex did and I made this GN because anyone can experience any type of abuse, sadly.

Lucifer

You were always so spunky, sassy, that’s what had drawn his attention to you in the first place. This little vacation that he had set up in the human world was something that he had planned a while ago, and now that the two of you finally had some free time, he was able to enjoy some time with you while you showed him around your hometown. He found it cute how excited you would get when you passed small stores, pointing to them and telling him how you always went there when you were younger but never actually going in. You would just pull him along behind you, almost as if you were scared that time would run out before you got to show him everything, although he would have been able to bring you back up at any time. The change was so noticeable, it was almost like hitting a brick wall. You had stopped running, your voice dropping so low he could barely even hear you anymore. Had he done something wrong? Not act excited enough? “What is it, Darling?” He tilted your head up to look at you, he saw the sadness in your eyes before you shook your head. “It’s nothing, let’s just go the other way…” He saw your eyes dart up, looking at the person who was walking down the sidewalk, heading towards the two of you. “Really. It's nothing. I’m just getting hungry.” You tried to sound unbothered as you turned around, but he knew otherwise. He let you pull him in the other direction, and once you got somewhere where you could both talk in private he asked why you reacted that way and you reluctantly explained everything. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly, offering you a soft smile and sweet words that would help keep your mind off your ex for the rest of the evening. Once you’re asleep he will go out and find your ex and teach him a lesson, scare the hell out of him, and tell him that he’ll be waiting in hell for him when his time comes. No one dies, but it was really hard for Lucifer to keep it that way.

Mammon

Your feistiness was so attractive to him, he thought it was both hot and cute at the same time. You didn’t put up with anyones shit, and you had that attitude as soon as you entered the house. He thought it was amazing that you stood up to a bunch of demons, especially Lucifer, even he was too nervous to do that so he thought you were like, super badass. When you told him that you had managed to convince Lucifer to let the two of you up to the human world for a little trip, he was beyond excited. You were taking him on a sightseeing tour throughout the city, showing him your favorite hangout spots and where you’d go when you just needed to get away for a bit. The places wouldn’t have seemed very special if he had come across them by himself, but now that he knew they were your spots he thought they were amazing. As you walked down the street, window shopping and just goofing off, he noticed your body tense up and your head dropping to look at your feet. “Oi, you alright, babe?” He looked around, seeing if someone had maybe passed by and touched you because that would be unacceptable and he would handle that real quick. When you only nodded your head he realized that it was something more than that. If it was the latter you would have handled that person yourself, so whatever was wrong with you now, it must have been really bad. “Yeah. I just think it’s time we go now, don’t you?” You said to him, your eyes quickly glancing over at the person who was staring straight at the two of you. He nodded quickly, taking you back to that spot you had told him about, hoping that you’d tell him what was going on. When he found out that it was your ex and that they emotionally abused you?!?! Oh he didn’t like that, and it took every ounce of control for him not to go and find your ex right now to teach them a lesson. He waited to get back to the hotel, watching you get comfy in your bed before excusing himself under the guise of wanting to run out and get something. He’d yell at your ex, and not only that, he’d change into his demon form just to scare him a little more. Of course, his voice kind of broke because he got choked up when he thought of anyone hurting you… but he did what he had to do, and he’d do it again. No one messes with The Great Mammon’s human!

Leviathan

The fact that you were so strong and so feisty actually made him weary, but once he figured out how fun you were to actually be around that weariness faded almost completely. Not only were you fun to be around, but you also stood up for him a lot when he was too awkward and anxious to do so himself. When you told him about a trip up to the human world he was slightly put off by it, but then you told him about this arcade that you used to go to and his thoughts immediately changed. An arcade?! That’s so cool! He’s always wanted to go to an arcade up in the human world, but Lucifer told him that it was unnecessary to open the portal just so he could play some video games. Now he could actually do that, and also hang out with you at the same time! It was awesome! He sat on the little chair in front of the Pac-Man machine as you stood right next to him, cheering him on as his score climbed higher and higher. Then you stopped and your hand gripped onto his shoulder tightly, and at first he thought that maybe you just got worried that he was about to lose, until he looked up at you and saw your jaw clenched and your eyes looking around the room as if you were looking for someone. “Everything okay, Y/N?” He asked, and you quickly loosened up, smiling down at him and nodding. “Yeah, it’s just getting late. We should head back.” That wasn’t like you at all, and he could tell that your smile was forced. He nodded, slowly getting up from the chair and leading you out of the arcade, noticing your body tense up as you walked past one of the employees. He knew it wasn’t a good sign, but he didn’t want to force you to talk about it. No matter what, whether you told him or not, he would stay by your side and cuddle with you until all your worries melted away. You were always so strong for him, it was his turn to be strong for you.

Asmodeus

The two of you together were like an unstoppable force not to be reckoned with. His personality mixed with yours, it was like the perfect cocktail. If anyone even attempted to talk down to you, he would sass them and put them in their rightful place. If anyone said anything about him you would shut them down in the blink of an eye. Everyone knew not to mess with the two of you, whether you were together or apart, it would never end well. When you invited him to go shopping in the human world with you, he was more than happy to go with you. You were trying on an outfit, ready to step out and show it off when you saw your ex walk into the store, quickly shutting the curtain again. “What’s the matter, Y/N?! I thought that outfit looked cute!” You chuckled from behind the curtain, stepping out and trying to act like nothing was wrong, but, being so close to Asmo had its flaws. He could read you so well, and he quickly looked around the store. “Is someone messing with you here? Do I need to speak to someone?” You knew he would too, so you quickly shook your head, grabbing yours and his pile of clothes and heading to the front counter. You didn’t have to say anything, he was looking around the store and he immediately picked out your ex, noticing that they were staring at you a little too much for his liking. Do not try to hold him back because he is going to completely berate everything about your ex in front of everyone so they’re humiliated and they’ll never look at you again. Then he’ll take you to the spa because you deserve it and you’re perfect and he just wants you to relax.

Satan

Barnes and Nobles was having a book sale, you got an email about it and of course you wanted to go. You went to Satan first, obviously, and he quickly agreed to go. A bookstore with the only person he could stand to be around for long periods of times, other than Belphie. Sounds great, what are you waiting for? He really did enjoy your presence. You were feisty and you weren’t afraid to straighten him out when he was acting out of sorts. You were strong willed, and you didn’t let anyone step on you. You were nobody's floor mat, and he respected that about you. Barnes and Nobles was packed, and he was shocked to see that so many humans actually still enjoyed reading because most of the humans he had met were idiots who seemed like they hadn’t picked up a book in their life. Maybe he was just being judgy, but, that doesn’t matter, he was in a store filled with books and you were right there next to him, it was the perfect day. While browsing through the sections you had somehow tripped over seemingly nothing, fumbling back into the bookshelf and he quickly caught you, looking around to see if someone had pushed you or something. “What happened? Are you alright?” He wasn’t letting on that he was worried, at least he thought he wasn’t, but your entire demeanor changed and that confused him. Your shoulders were tense and your pupils were dilated as if you had just seen a ghost or something. “Tell me.” He wasn’t going to let it go, so it would probably be best to take him somewhere private where no one else was around because as soon as you let him figure out what was wrong he’s gonna flip out. He’ll try to keep his cool because now that he knows, he doesn’t want to upset you, but he is mentally plotting your ex’s soon to be suspicious death. You’re so strong, and he doesn’t want anyone to break you, not the way your ex did. Never again.

Beelzebub

Your feistiness was adorable to him, and you were always so strong, it was just precious. To him, you were like a little tiger cub, your rawr was small compared to his, but still just as mighty. He absolutely adored you and he would protect you at all costs. When you told him that you were going back up to the human world to visit some family he quickly offered to go with you. Not just because he really wanted to go with you, but also because the mere thought of food from the human world had his stomach growling. Of course you let him go with you, you loved having him around and you wanted to show him to some of your favorite restaurants and fast food joints that helped keep your stomach full during late nights spent up. Your hand was in his, swinging back and forth as you walked down the busy sidewalk, talking about random things that weren’t really important to you, but he found highly interesting and promised to remember either way. He felt someone bump into your shoulder, the bump pushing you into him lightly. Usually you would tell the person to watch where they’re going, or just laugh it off, joking about how clumsy and careless people were. This time though, you froze up, and even if it were just for a split second, he felt it. “Hey, what’s wrong? Did the bump hurt you?” You quickly looked up at him, laughing softly and tsking your tongue. “What? Pfft, no! Come on, we’re almost at the restaurant.” He didn’t believe a word you said, but the mention of food had him pushing that thought back, at least long enough to fill his stomach. He never brought it back up to you, he didn’t like the way you tensed up, it wasn’t normal for you. The person's face was etched into his brain, and as soon as the two of you got back to the Devildom and you fell asleep, he went right back up to the Human Realm. He didn’t need to get physically violent, his appearance alone was enough to frighten your ex, but he didn’t think that was enough, so he changed into his demon form. You had already been hurt, and he couldn’t do anything but promise to never hurt you like that, but he would make sure that your ex did that to no one else in the future.

Belphegor

Your personality traits were nothing short of entertaining to him, especially when that feistiness came out during conversations with Lucifer. It was his favorite thing, and he’d talk about it for days, especially if Lucifer would look shocked or insulted afterwards, it was hilarious. The trip to the human world wasn’t something that he wanted to do at all, but you had promised to lay in bed with him all day if he went with you and that was one offer he couldn’t refuse. You walked with him through the mall which was packed with people and he was visibly annoyed by the fact that you dragged him out on a Saturday, but that promise you made kept him from forcing you to go back and pick a different day to go out. You started pulling him toward one of your favorite stores, only to stop dead in your tracks and turn around which confused him to say the least. “What?” He was already on edge the entire time, being around so many humans, it wasn’t fun for him and he just wanted to go home and take a nap. When you acted that way, it only made him feel worse, his eyes scanning the entire mall. “Oh I just, I smelled the pretzel place and I really want a pretzel.” His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t have the patience to question it, and he honestly just wanted to get out of there so he let you lead him in the complete opposite direction. “You’re just like Beel sometimes.” He made the joke just to lighten his own mood, but now his eyes were scanning the entire mall. He had memorized every face of every person that had been standing in front of the both of you when you turned around, and now he was scanning the mall for any of those faces, seeing if any of them stopped and looked at you a little too long. He didn’t mention it to you, but a small smile crept onto his face as he made new plans for the night. Somehow your ex’s body was found in a river the next day. How strange. But don’t worry about it, just take a nap with him, you promised, remember?

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fellulahh · 4 years

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How I imagine the brothers would react to accidentally getting MC pregnant

Lucifer:

- !!!

- silent, completely silent

- MC can see the conflict in his eyes

- He’s not angry, upset or disappointed - he’s scared

- His face softens when he feels MC’s hand on his cheek

- Expresses his worries ‘Satan hates me, what about our child?’

- MC assures him he’ll be an amazing father

- Looks at MC with complete admiration

- He shows his first ever genuine, sincere smile

- Suddenly a lot softer and everyone can tell how happy he is

*Bonus* First time he sees her bump: notices it when she’s changing into her bedwear but doesn’t say anything. When he’s holding her as she sleeps that night, his arm is wrapped around her body, his large hand placed on her stomach while a big smile is spread across his face.

Mammon:

- would shit a brick right there and then

- Pacing, lots of pacing

- Absolutely panicking because what does he know about being a father?

- MC would assure him that she didn’t expect anything from him

- “NO!” He’d shout “This is you and me, nobody else.”

- Would eventually be incredibly excited, a mini Great Mammon!

- MC has to convince him not to name their child after ‘Goldie’ - ‘but Goldie is my most prized possession!’ ‘NO Mammon’

*Bonus* First time he sees her bump: Notices it only because MC was wearing a tank top as opposed to her usual looser attire. He practically launches himself across the room “MC! Why didn’t ya tell me you were showin’?!”, holds her stomach protectively and actually looks at her offended.

Levi:

- ‘WOoooooOOOooOooooOOH!!’ (You know that sound he makes)

- Almost starts hyperventilating

- He still hadn’t even gotten over the night they spent together and now this?

- Although scared, MC finds it adorable how flustered he gets

- On one hand he’s over the moon because it’s him and MC but then he remembers it’s him and MC having a baby

- Doesn’t want MC to think he’s not up for being a father because he is

- Despite being terrified, he nervously admits how happy he is

- Immediately starts thinking of group costumes the three of them can do for conventions

*Bonus* First time seeing her bump: They were in the kitchen together finding some snacks for their anime marathon. MC reaches up to the top shelf in a cupboard and her top rises up, exposing her belly. Levi spits out his drink and tries not to start hyperventilating again. Once he calms down, he can’t stop smiling.

Satan:

- surprisingly relaxed

- When MC told him, he just casually closed his book and placed it to one side so that he could look at her

- ‘Admittedly this is happening a lot earlier that I’d planned but I��m pleasantly surprised’

- Embraces her, smiling to himself

- Holds a calm exterior but inside he’s secretly super giddy

- Reads EVERY book there is on pregnancy, parenting, the whole lot

- He’s adamant he will be the best Dad there is

*Bonus* First time seeing her bump: MC finds it easier to sleep when Satan reads to her. One night she requests he rubs her belly while reading. “You’re not a dog, MC.” “Just do it!” Oh. Oh. His eyes avert from the book when he realised she’d grown. His smile widens and he immediately climbs in bed with her, giving her the biggest kiss on the lips.

Asmo:

- jaw drops to the floor

- squeals with excitement

- Reminds MC how blessed she is to be carrying his child

- Immediately starts looking for cute baby clothes to buy

- “We are going to be the most stylish family!”

- Constant belly touching

- Gives MC all of the tips she needs throughout the pregnancy - from flattering maternity clothes to what vitamins to take

*Bonus* First time seeing her bump: MC walked down for breakfast one morning having ‘popped’ overnight. Seeing her across the table, Asmo immediately jumps up “Look at her!!” He praises, making all of the brothers turn their heads. Sheepishly, MC blushes and takes a sit next to an elated Asmo. For the rest of the day he treats her like a Goddess.

Beel:

- MC had to tell him a few times before he actually processed what was happening

- So so smiley

- Actually puts down his food to embrace her

- the happiest any of the brothers had ever seen him

- Kisses MC all over, especially on her stomach

- Insists they must go out and buy more food as she’s eating for two now

- Even goes out of his way to offer for him to eat more food so MC doesn’t feel greedy ‘you just want an excuse to eat more don’t you?’ ‘...maybe’

*Bonus* First time he sees her bump: Beel came back from a workout and insisted MC felt his abs (which she agreed to obviously). She then laughed and then asked him to feel her abdomen too. His eyes widened when he felt her protruding belly before lifting her top up. He gives her the biggest - but also most careful - bear hug she’s ever received. “That’s my baby!”

Belphie:

- very wide eyed

- Doesn’t believe MC at first

- His gaze switches from MC’s eyes to her stomach over and over

- “Are you certain?”

- Flustered at first, he then let’s a small smile spread from cheek to cheek

- Immediately tells Beel that he’s going to be an uncle

- Still can’t believe it

- Actually laughs to himself ‘who would have thought I’d be having a baby with a human?’

- With everything that had happened in his past, he never thought he could feel so happy again

*Bonus* First time he sees her bump: Belphie is having a nap on the sofa when MC comes running in to wake him up. Tired at first, he realised she was trying to show him something. Through his hazy eyes he could see her bump in front of him. He instantly rubs his eyes to see it clearly. He flashes a very adorable sleepy smile before pulling MC into his arms.

Diavolo:

- A little startled at first considering they’d only been together once. People would definitely be thinking ‘the Prince of Devildom doesn’t hang about!’

- But then breaks out into the BIGGEST grin

- “BARBATOS COME QUICK”

- He wanted the human realm and the demon realm to strengthen their relationship but he never thought they’d join in this way

- Treats it as the most exciting and important thing Devildom has ever seen

- Showers MC in affection

- Wants to show her off from his balcony ‘yes! This is my human and she’s carrying my baby’

- MC can’t help but smile at how thrilled he is

*Bonus* First time seeing her bump: Getting ready for a gala at the palace, MC wears a tight fitting dress. When Diavolo sees her, he drops whatever was in his hands and quickly moves over to be next to her. “MC, look at you!” He gasps with a hand on her belly and a face of pure happiness. The people of Devildom should be prepared because Diavolo was about to show off his glowing human to everyone.

More wholesome soft pregnancy content now available here!

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mageofseven · 4 years

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Could I request MC hanging out with the brothers but having a hard time enjoying it cuz they’re stressed from school? How long would it take for each of them to notice MC just isn’t having fun and what would they do?

Of course, Nonnie! I actually really like this prompt~

Lucifer:

The oldest noticed within the first day of them being stressed

However, he left them to handle it on their own, thinking it was just a rough day and that they should be better by tomorrow.

When tomorrow came and they weren't better, the man grew concerned.

He invited them out to dinner Friday to take their mind off of whatever has been plaguing them.

When the human didn't seem to be able to relax during dinner, he simply sighed.

"Please, tell me what has had you so tense these last few days."

They told him that their Devildom History class was getting too overwhelming; there was too much that happened in the last few millennia and too many dates to remember. They felt they couldn't keep up like the rest of the class could.

"MC, the rest of the class has been studying this material for a few hundred years at least." The man reminded them. "Neither Diavolo nor myself expects you to work at the same level as the other students."

He admired that MC took their studies seriously, but found it silly that they would compare themselves to students who were so much older than themselves, even if they didn't appear so.

After dinner, he took them for a relaxing evening stroll, which helped the human clear their head a bit.

Mammon:

He knew within the first couple of days they were stressed out.

The second brother took them out to a party and usually they loved parties, but that night they just... felt weirdly distant. They would say that they're having fun, but it all just seemed... force.

The man didn't like it. He pulled them to the side.

"Oi! Enough with the fake smiles, Human!" He told them. "What's with the silence?"

MC stared at the ground.

"I...I failed the exam last week." She mumbled. "The teacher handed the tests back Monday and it was the worst I've done yet."

Really doesn't understand it.

Yeah, he gets anxiety when he fails stuff too, but that's only 'cause of Lucifer. He doesn't actually care about his grades beyond that.

Takes them home since they aren't really feeling it. The two hangout in his room, blasting music as they curl up on the couch together.

MC is still upset, but appreciated the closeness.

Leviathan:

Doesn't really notice at first, too absorbed in the video game.

When he finally passing the level he's been struggling with for the past hour, he turns to MC, seeking praise, but the human isn't looking at the screen or him, but rather into space.

Immediately feels dejected. Is he boring them? Probably. Who could have fun with an otaku like him? That's the thoughts running through his head that start spilling from his mouth.

MC has to reassure him for a while that what he's worried about simply isn't true before explaining things.

The amount of classes you were expected to take here at RAD was... overwhelming. Eight different classes that demanded so many hours of studying outside of it.

MC didn't even feel like it was okay to be spending time with Levi right now because her anxiety kept screaming at her that she was falling behind.

Boy is instantly awkward upon hearing about their stress.

How...how was he supposed to help? The otaku did not have the social skills for it.

MC sighed.

"I should...probably just head back to my room--"

Panicking, Levi grabbed their arm.

"Levi?"

The man looked away before tugging them close, letting the human lay their head on his shoulder.

"J-Just... relax." He mumbled, face red.

MC gave the demon an odd look before giving a small smile and snuggling into his side.

It didn't solve their issue, but the human appreciated his worry.

Satan:

Noticed the stress as it developed.

MC was struggling to keep up in their Seductive Speechcraft class and it was taking its toll on them.

Didn't want to say anything until they come to him however; this is their business after all and he didn't want to bug them about it if they just wanted to handle it by themselves.

Still quietly worried though.

Invites them to his room one evening to read together, hoping some quiet time will help them relax.

He saw that their gaze usually found it's way more towards the window than down at their book however.

The man sighed, lowering his book.

"Alright, please tell me about it."

"Huh?" They turned to him, confused.

"You have concerns about the Seductive Speechcraft material, correct?"

"I... yes." They mumbled, looking away from the blonde.

"Well, what about it is stressing you out?"

MC blushed.

"I... I understand most of it from a theoretical standpoint, but... the actual use of it all is difficult for me. I always score low on the practical exams."

The demon smirked.

"Well, I suppose some practice would be the answer."

The two have a rather enjoyable study session. It was actually useful to the human though and they felt more confident with the material.

Asmodeus:

Notices it while the two are out shopping.

Asmo just came out of the dressing room and expected compliments about the outfit. When they never came, the man pouted.

Despite loudly announcing his entrance, the human was still staring into space.

"MCCCC, Look at me!"

MC glanced at him.

"Looks great..."

The fifth brother huffed.

"Doll... what is it?"

MC sighed and just kept it vague, saying school was just a bit much for them right now.

Asmo frowned. He went and paid for the outfit before leaving with the human.

He dragged them straight to his room, earning a confused look from the human.

Spa Day, begin! Massages, nail polish, face masks, the whole nine yards!

The two talked and Asmo listened his Doll vent about some other students in her class talking shit about them, even though MC was pretty sure they had never talked to those demons before since coming to the Devildom.

Hypes up his human tells them how wonderful they are and that those demons obviously have no life.

Tells them that those jerks aren't really worth their time-- but if MC is interested in revenge, he's got some dirt ready for them.

Beelzebub:

Probably the brother who is the most sensitive to their mood shift.

It comes with the territory; Beel is more or less the rock of his family, helping them out whenever he can

And, especially when it comes to Belphie, Beel has learned to be observant with these sort of things.

So when MC first showed signs of stress, the poor boy was worried.

He's still a pretty quiet guy though so he wasn't really sure how to approach the topic with them.

Asks them to walk with him to Madam Screams

It was a quiet walk. Once there, he managed to get them to order something though, which made Beel feel a little better.

On the walk back, that's when he decided to speak up.

"So," He finished the last bite of his donut. "Are you feeling okay?"

The human shrugged.

"I dunno." They stared at the brownie in their hand. "Just kinda... I dunno."

Beel, not interrupting them, gives MC a minute to collect their thoughts and continue.

"Hey... is it possible to drop classes at RAD with me being an exchange student?"

The redhead raised an eyebrow at the human.

"Nevermind, it nothing..."

"Are you having trouble with a class?"

MC stared down at her feet as she walked.

"Maybe..." They mumbled. "My Hexes class is just... it goes a bit too fast for me. I don't think I'm really learning anything."

The demon listened as the human talked about how behind they were in the class and how overwhelming it was. At one point, they even started tearing up.

Beel stopped in his tracks, pulling them into a hug.

MC looked up at him surprise.

"It'll be fine." He promised. "Let's go talk to Lucifer about this, okay."

The human nodded, causing a tear to fall on her cheek.

Before they could wipe it though, Beel did for them.

"Let's go home." He gave them a small smile.

MC smiled back.

Beel felt that he couldn't do much to help, but was glad he could direct them to Lucifer, who could.

Belphegor:

This boy notices more than people think.

The human just seemed out of it during the day

And even sought him out for naps when it was usually the other way around

MC just seemed so disconnected from him and his brothers those last few days, not to mention a bit tense.

That's what led them to the planetarium.

The two laid on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.

Though the human still seemed distracted, they at least seemed calmer.

That wasn't enough for the demon though.

He gave a big sigh.

"So what's the problem?"

"Huh?" MC looked over at him, confused.

"You heard me; what's your problem."

The human bit their lip.

Belphie rolled his eyes and pulled the human to his chest.

"You can talk to me, Dummy."

"I just... I've been having some trouble at school is all."

Belphie narrowed his eyes.

"What trouble?"

MC sighed.

"There's this guy in my Hexes class who... he's not all that nice." They explained. "He put a fake flame on my uniform Monday and made me embarrass myself in front of the class while trying to put it out... and all my teacher did was shame me for not recognizing illusion spell he used."

Belphie's arms tightened around them.

"Give me a name."

"Belphie, no."

"Why not?"

"Because I know what you are going to do and I don't want you getting in trouble for me."

The boy huffed, annoyed.

"Then tell Lucifer or something; don't let them get away with that!"

"But... if I tell Lucifer, the teacher will probably get in trouble too and the last thing I need is to get on their bad side, especially in a class I already struggle with."

"Then maybe he could get them replaced or something, I dunno, but you shouldn't just lie down and take it."

MC didn't say anything, just hid their face in his chest.

The demon closed his eyes, letting himself calm down before laying his hand on their head.

"I care about you, Butthead." He told them. "Now you gotta start caring about yourself too."

The two ended up falling asleep together on the floor. Nothing really change, but cuddling up with Belphie and explaining the situation really did make them feel a bit better.

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yukiobeyme · 4 years

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Hi! How about a hc of the demon brother's reactions to MC being skilled at playing the harp? I heard that the harp is an instrument played by the angels. It would be interesting to know how they would react since they were once angels themselves 🥺

Is this me answering a prompt?! Wow, spring break is a blessing in disguise. This was a lot of fun and I overkilled it and I am only kinda sorry. Also, enjoy a bonus of Diavolo and Simeon.

Warning I did take a religious approach to it cause how the harp is played by Angels, but it’s just saying that MC grew up in church but is ambiguous to if MC is still religious.

MC being able to play the harp

There was a harp tucked into the corner of the common room, the same room as a grand piano because owning one grand piano wasn’t enough to Lucifer; the other one being in his private study.

You have been playing forever, remember it being tied to old memories to your grandparents and growing up in church. Remembering how you use to have such clumsy, stubby, child-like hands. The hours you spend playing, learning pieces that you could only imagine what Angels sound like when they sing.

When you first stumbled upon the harp, you didn’t dare to touch it. Mammon was the one that caught you staring, he told you it was actually Lucifer’s and from the Celestial Realm itself. He would mention that Lucifer probably had the old scared hymns somewhere on the bookcases.

Each time you went into the room, you would go and admire it. It would take five times to see it before you even touched it. Another two visits warranted a light touch of the strings. In an odd and rare moment of none of the brothers hanging off you or even in the same room as you, you sat on the petal and stared at the strings before you rose your hands to gently strum the strings. You found it was still beautifully in tune, you moved mechanically into the seat position, straighten your back and hands hovered over the strings. You started strumming lightly, fingers slowly remember how to play. You would stumble a little at first but too quiet to hear to the untrained ear. Without you knowing you played louder as you got more confident and relaxed, soon you were moving fluidity playing your grandmother’s favorite hymn, the one she always requested. The one you probably knew best, could play with your eyes close, the one you could lose yourself in when you play.

Lucifer:

His private study is off the room where you were playing

At first, he didn’t notice it, he heard it and recognized the hymn that was being played and even knew it was his harp.

When it clicked someone was playing the harp, he would set down his fountain pen, straightening his back, and his mind raced to try to figure out who was playing it. Other than Lucifer, Asmodeus was the only one who knew how to play well, Satan is off and on playing it every hundred years but recently he had been off so maybe he picked it up again.

Lucifer let himself relax, the hymn being one of his favorites as well, one he could play. His fingers would twitch with muscle memory. He hasn’t heard the hymn, played it or even thought about it since his fall.

He would slowly rise and go to his harp.

When he saw you playing, he was surprised and taken back

He would just stand and watch

After you finished, he watched you lean back with your eyes closed, completely relaxed as you hummed to yourself

“I didn’t know you played,” he would call out to you as he stepped forward

You would jump a little and blush immediately embarrassed to be caught, Lucifer would smirk at your reaction

“You should play more often”

He would give you pieces to learn, the ones Mammon talked about; the ones that only Angels knew. Lucifer would teach you alternative ways or the proper way the hymns you knew. How they were supposed to be played. That over the years or well eons, the cords were simplified for humans, but he knew you could handle it.

Would be shy at first but then he would just be his assertive self and ask if you would play for him

You realized he would do it when he was particularly stressed, you would learn how he carries his stress and simply play when you knew he was getting worked up, so he rarely had to ask you.

Whenever you would play, he would have a faint smile on his face and let his eyes flutter close; basking in the beautiful notes you would play.

You would always ask him to play for you but never gave in. The only time he played was to show you new cords or to let you hear how the music was supposed to sound.

But late one night, you heard the harp play softly. All the other brothers heard and knew that because you were in the room with him, it had to be Lucifer. So, you would rush into the room, stumbling and trying to remain quiet but desperate to catch a glimpse. You would all be in awe and it seemed that Mammon and Asmodeus would be the most moved to see Lucifer play again.

Seeing how Lucifer seemed to melt into the song and play. The brothers would whisper how this is the happiest and most relaxed Lucifer. They tell you this was Lilith’s song; a song Lucifer’s wrote. They haven’t heard it since before the Lilith fell in love with a human. They were all moved but by the end of the song; Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor had tears in their eyes.

Lucifer knew you were there, “Did you enjoy?” he would ask before he would simply raise then go back to his study to work. Would occasionally indulge you in late night playing; never did it when asked just random but you all were quick to drop whatever to see him play.

Mammon:

Thought Lucifer was playing again, after all these years. And while they didn’t get along most of the time, Lucifer playing the harp was one of Mammon’s favorite things and when they got along the most. Though he would never dare to tell Lucifer that. He probably missed that most about the Celestial Realm; how relaxed Lucifer was and how he always played the harp whenever he was deep in thought or simply wanted quiet time.

So, he was immediately drawn to the room when he first heard the harp cords, probably almost ran to the room; in hopes to catch a glimpse of Lucifer playing. It was Lucifer’s favorite hymn, the one Lucifer played beautifully and seemed to always seem to lose himself in the most.

So, he was shocked and in awe when he saw you playing.

Would slowly approach as if it was sacred and disrupting you would make the harp disappear and vanish.

When you noticed him, you would gesture him to a seat near you and play another song. You would eventually ask if he had any requests.

He actually had two songs, he wanted you to play. He seemed to purr when you started to play them. He would lean in and let his eyes closed. He would gently hum along, nothing too loud to overpower your playing but loud enough for you to hear him.

Late at night, after a few days when you caught you playing. He asked where and just why you knew how to play. You would tell him all the stories and memories you had about the harp. How you actually played in church, though you haven’t you placed in front of a crowd in years. Once your grandparents passed away it was harder to play. But now you were a lot older you could happily remember all the times you played the harp. You would tell him if he thought you were good; he should have seen how your grandfather; a huge man from all his years of doing hard-work but how his old working callous hands, fingers so nimble would move so delicately across the strings. How everyone would be in awe, and he always gathered a crowd.

Mammon would tell you about how Lucifer played. Might even disclosed to you he loved it when Lucifer played and even slightly missed it. How he would seat, listen and watch Lucifer played for hours. How he never dared or thought about selling those hymns or harps. It means too much for him to even consider that.

Would search to find Lucifer’s old celestial hymns, desperate to hear them again. And in awe how you could sight-read and could play most of the song fluently though you never even heard of them before.

Would beg, he didn’t admit that, Lucifer to help you figure out the cords, you didn’t know or couldn’t figure out

And was so excited when Lucifer finally gave in.

He was greedy, drinking it in whenever you played. Asked you to play all the time. Has even sat on the floor in front of you. Asked you play on his sleepless night, and without fall would lure him to sleep

You wrote a song for him, especially for when he couldn’t sleep, it was a soft melody of all of Mammon’s favorite cords. He would finally ask about the song, because he always fell asleep whenever you played it. He asked because he didn’t recognize it and when you shyly told him you wrote it for him, he was over the moon. Bragged about it and asked you to play it for his brothers. He would fall asleep and the brother’s got more blackmail of him sleeping.

Leviathan:

Didn’t leave his room often but a manga you were reading together, and an anime just released the next installment and he needed you so he could catch up, guilt-free.

He started towards your room but stilled when he heard the notes of the old Celestial instrument, he paused mid-step and simply listened. He knew how Lucifer, Satan and even how Asmodeus played, so he figured if he just listened hard enough, he would know who was playing. He ruled out Lucifer quickly, hardly even considered it but then realized he had to rule out Satan and Asmodeus for the same reason. It was a hymn, a hymn Satan probably has only read about in books, something Lucifer probably hasn’t thought about since the fall, and while Asmodeus adored playing hymns he only knew 3 or 4 of them.

So he went to go investigate it. Maybe Asmodeus had learned a new Hymn or Satan probably read about this hymn and decided to look in up and see what it sounded like. Levi created the whole scenario in his head, Satan reading some sappy romance book and this particular hymn being mentioned. It wasn’t a common hymn, even Levi only heard it a couple hundred times, so Satan probably would have no idea what it was supposed to sound like. So being Satan he would research the hymn and then he had found the music sheet he would learn to play it, it all made sense.

Of course, he was speechless to find you sitting at the harp instead. He would be lying if he said it didn’t take his breath. He stood still, taking in the sight. He realized then how much he missed hearing the harp being played, how much he missed watching someone play.

He would finally be able to make his way back to where you were playing. Simply captivated with how moved he felt. You looked so happy and peaceful. You were just a normie and you were playing this hymn so well, Levi would swear angels would cry.

“Oh” was all Levi heard when he snapped back to reality seeing your face bright red. Levi matched your redness realizing he was staring and who knows how long.

“So, ugh you know how to play the harp?” Levi mentally kicked himself, of course, you did. He just experienced a performance that made him want to get on his knees and pray. Thank God for making this moment happen.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, but you said yes anyway. Knowing that at least you both were at the same level of embarrassment.

“Do you need something?” You finally ask after some more silence; you were both desperately trying to not watch each other but failing miserably

“ugh yea, there new installment for the manga and anime we got into,” His face brightening a bit again and rubbed the back of his neck. You would swiftly stand and walk over to him, “Shall we then?” you asked him and nudged him before leading him out of the room.

Sometime later you asked Levi to meet you in the library, saying something about studying and knowing neither of you would work in Levi’s room. But instead of settling down at a table you would lead him back to the harp. Flashing him a nervous smile, you would play the TSL theme and then his favorite song from TSL.

Levi would be speechless and confused about why you would take so much time to do this for him. You then would spend the next long while talking about what other anime themes song like on the harp. You would pluck and play just by your ears and memories of how the music sounded.

Later Levi would finally ask you about how long you knew how to play, which turned the night into a long one. Staying up and retelling your life and how the harp was involved.

Satan:

There is a reason why he is compared to a cat, he was curled up in the library, reading. Out of plan sight and once he saw you entered, he called out to greet you but stopped once he saw you took an interest in Lucifer’s harp that is tucked away from the rest of the library.

An instrument not even he had touched in the last few centuries. He watched you curiously, he doesn’t even recall a time you would have even seen the harp. His curiosity only seemed to grow as he watched you take a seat and seemed to hesitate before you moved to the starting position he recognized.

He felt his eyes widen some at the sound of the first few cords, instantly recognizing the hymn. While he was never an angel, he was sadly apart of Lucifer and some emotions and memories seemed to tangle and try to take form as his own. Which in a lot of ways was frustrating because he felt a strong emotion towards the hymn, but he knew it wasn’t his own.

He would put his book down completely and just watched you intently. Not knowing what to do, it was most likely to late to make his presence known, he decided to enjoy the private show. You would play through two more pieces before your head would instantly snap towards Satan.

Satan would jump a little in surprise, “How long have you been watching me,” your voice had heat, but Satan knew it was from angry it was from embarrassment.

“I was reading before you came in,” he would shrug but flash you the book he was reading.

“oh,” you would look away shyly not knowing what to do. You knew Satan didn’t have ties to Heaven as the other brothers did. It was a little embarrassing, to have someone catch you.

“I play as well, haven’t in a while,” Satan would smirk at you a little as he rose and made his way to you.

“A human while or demon while?” You asked, genuinely curious but also wanted to tease him some

“A few centuries,” Satan stopped right in front of you and wordlessly you would switch positions. Satan would play a song for you. You thought you knew the song but didn’t know how to play it. When Satan finished, he let his hands fall to his side, “It’s a more complex version of a song in the human realm,” Satan answering your unasked question before quickly replaying the bridge with the tune you were a little more familiar with.

“You will have to teach me it,” you said a little too confidently and instead of asking. You would look at Satan all wide eye and how could Satan say no to you.

When he taught you the song, he would seat behind you and invading your personal space. His chest and his hips were flushed with yours and his arms would hover just above yours; to help guide you through the chords and the song. It would be the best and worst experience ever.

You couldn’t focus and kept messing up but finally, your face would set to a light pink and your heart settled in an unstable rhythm. The red would deepen, and your heart stuttered whenever he shifted or moved in the slightest. But you did eventually learn it, even if you kept making mistakes to be corrected.

Asmodeus:

Was looking for you and once he heard the harp, he was even giddier than before. He was excited to share his devilgram pictures, talk about some of the attractive demons he saw, and when he was out shopping, he found a new store he wanted to revisit with you. But now that mission was put off in favor to see the harp player.

Asmodeus was familiar with the hymn and would hum to himself, occasionally the words would fall from his lips. When he pushed open the door and found you, the little human, playing such an angelic instrument. He swooned, how could a human look so fragile and small, but also look so angelic.

He would take a small step forward, singing the song softly. Your breath would hitch but you managed to continue to play smoothly. Smiling gently as you continued to play. When you finished the song, you would drop your hands and smile brightly at Asmodeus.

His heart would stutter, he might not have an effect on you, but you affected him, constantly. And in that moment, he was in a trance. Whether it was from the hearing the harp again or how you are smiling so brightly at him, he didn’t know.

He would ask you to play another song and move to stand behind you and sing behind you. It would be a beautiful sight for anyone who stumbled upon it. After the song, your heart would feel so light and you were just so happy.

Asmodeus would be a little conflicted, there was so much to talk about and do now. From his adventures earlier today and to this discovery. He finally decided to pull you into a big hug first. Which you were quick to return even if you were confused with why.

Asmodeus would rapid-fire a few questions about your skills with the harp, really interested in someone other than himself. He would practically have a comment for anything you said. From relating it back to his skills, songs he knew, and stories before the fall.

Would invite you back to his room so you could talk comfortable. The more you talked the touchier he got. Before long, you finally managed to ask him why he came to the library in the first place.

Which thankfully he launched into an animated retelling of his day, seamlessly forgetting about swing you play the harp.

Though he would ask you to join him when he played and if you ever played, he would love to join you and sing the songs behind you.

Beelzebub:

Was going back to his room after a kitchen raid, walking proud like a penguin that caught a delicious fish, when he heard the harp playing. His mind immediately went to Lucifer then Asmodeus. Lucifer hasn’t played in years, so it was much more likely to be Asmo. He was excited because no has touched the harp in a few hundred years

He dropped his snacks when he entered the room and saw you playing. Was just in complete awe. Swore in that moment you were actually an angel that everyone was mistaken.

You immediately stopped playing at the sudden noise and looked horrified. He began to rush through apologizes and begged you to continue to play. Asked for only one song, and it became a regular song you played even when Beelzebub wasn’t there just so you could keep it in practice. Because how his face lit up made it worth it. You would play it until your fingers bleed if it meant Beelzebub would smile at you like that.

He wouldn’t ask you to play all the time for him and he didn’t ask you any questions about why you knew how to play the harp, though the confusion was evident on his face. You would randomly tell him the whole story of why you knew how to play the harp, the memories you had about it, and how you haven’t been able to play or even seen a harp in years. So, seeing the harp here, it just called to you and you finally gave in to temptation.

Beelz would laugh at that and say you have been spending too much time with Demons, especially for you to give in to temptation like that. Though you knew he was completely teasing you.

Randomly he would tell you about how Lucifer knew how to play or Beelz is sure Lucifer still knows how to play but Lucifer doesn’t play anymore. Would tell you about Lilith’s song, but sadly says that only Lucifer knows it, he wrote it, and that Lucifer never wrote it down. He would then shoot off in a retelling of how Lilith played the harp, well if you could call it that. He would laugh and tell you while she was an angel, she couldn’t play. She tried her best and it sounds okay, but it was never angelic sounding.

You would want to ask Lucifer so badly about Lilith’s song but knew that it wouldn’t end well, so instead, you play whatever Beelz favorite songs were. You couldn’t bring back his sister, but you could bring back all the happy memories he had of her.

Belphegor:

Belphegor was tired and dragging his feet back to his room for his afternoon nap. But took a detour when he heard the harp.

Just like the rest of the brothers, he knew it wasn’t Lucifer playing but the playstyle didn’t match the other two that knew how to play. And besides, it was a hymn, and rarely do they do things that are directly linked to the Celestial Realm, sure they had their belongings from before the fall and stuff they bought and acquired but playing a hymn would be too sacred for them.

So, he went to peek, he paused when he saw it was you playing. You had finished the hymn and started up another song. He wasn’t familiar with it, but it felt like a lullaby. He would walk closer and mutter at you to keep play and practically curled up and fell asleep to you playing.

He would wake up sometime later with his blanket from the Planetarium over him and you curled up near him but not touching. While you had also managed to gather your schoolbooks, you were now fast asleep. He let himself watch you and let his emotions and thoughts run a bit.

There was a lot and he was confused. He knew you were related to Lilith, that probably why you could play the harp so well. Seeing you play he was wondering if maybe you were an angel in disguise and not just related to his sister. Especially right now with you asleep beside him, you looked equal parts human and angel. So fragile and vulnerable but there was something about how peaceful your face looked that made you look angelic as well.

You would wake up to him looking at you, you would flush and scramble up. Belphegor a little surprised to be caught but would recover quickly. Would thank you for playing, in which you were bashful to respond. He could eat you right up.

He asked what the last song you played was or the one he fell asleep too and you told him you actually weren’t too sure. It was a lullaby that goes back for generations, that all the women in your family learned to play the harp at some point. You made mention that it was rumored to go back for centuries, Belphegor would laugh at that and tell you Lilith play, horribly. So, he wouldn’t be too surprised if maybe it was just in your blood to play.

Though you played so well, it would be a match for even angels to play just as well. You would take the opportunity to ask more about Lilith, seeing he opened the floor to you. So Belphegor gave you a short run done of Celestial Realm, who played, how well if they still play and even told you about the history of the harp you played.

Belphegor claimed to not know much, that if you wanted a full run down, you needed to talk to Lucifer. Even though it seemed he knew enough, it felt like he could write a book about it.

This is definitely the moment you became a lot closer to each other. Any walls either of you still had up or reserves you had about each other were gone. It was amazing a simple instrument seemed to draw you a lot closer together.

Whenever Belphegor couldn’t sleep, his mind racing or on the particularly hard days of missing Lilith, he would go find you and ask you to play. Unlike the other brothers, he would lean against you as you played.

It hasn’t failed yet to make him fall asleep and he was grateful for it.

BONUS

Diavolo:

Knew of rumors that Lucifer played while an angel. He had let himself into the House of Lamentation. He was in search for Lucifer and figured maybe he was playing again. Diavolo was so excited to finally see Lucifer play. Would rush and be giddy to see it.

Would softly “oh” in awe when he saw a human play an angelic instrument. Taking in how you almost looked like an angel when you played. Would accentually interrupt you, “You aren’t Lucifer,”

“I’m not,” you would reply with a laugh

Requested you to play occasionally.

Told Lucifer about how you played.

You learned ballroom music for Diavolo

And if you ever played that instead of hymns. He would actually dance across the room pretending he has a partner.

It was always a beautiful sight to see; you playing the harp and Diavolo dancing around the room

Simeon:

Thought his brother, well brother no more, was playing again.

He was in the House of Lamentation for a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer and just figured because he was early Lucifer was playing before it.

Snuck quietly into the room, hoping to catch Lucifer play; but when he saw you playing, he was surprised and quite impressed.

Would just watch you play, unmoving and if someone looked at him, they would say he wasn’t even breathing

You would stop playing when you heard “Simeon, you are late! What are you doing?” It was Lucifer but didn’t have as much heat as with his brothers

You would look up and meet Simeon's eyes, shocked you never heard him come in.

He gave you a quick nod before disappearing.

You wouldn’t see him until class, you would whisper back and forth all class. He would tell you that you played like an angel. It felt like he was home again in the Celestial Realm.

Told you that there was a harp in the House of Purgatory and told you could play it whenever you pleased

So, every so often you went and played for him, Solomon, and Luke.

#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #yuki writes

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Graham Norton Show - Lewis Capaldi x Reader

I apologize for how long these have been taking me to get to, but I hope you like your request 💙

Paring: Lewis Capaldi x Actress Reader

Word Count: 2,014

Description: Based on this request: “Where the reader and him are doing the interview on Graham Norton show and being funny as hell and everyone knows they are dating even if they didn't say it. Can you also add then having long cute stares at each other.”

Warnings: Some swearing

“And welcome our next two guests, Y/N and Chris Pratt!” Graham Norton calls out as the two enter the set to applause. Waving to audience quickly, Y/N smiles before turning to shake the hands of Graham, Jared Leto, and Tom Ellis before taking her place next to Tom, with Chris sitting to her left.

“How are the two of you doing? Enjoy your trip back home to the U.K. Y/N?” Graham asks.

“Real good,” she respond with a small smile, relaxing back into the couch. “Long flights suck, but being back home is always great. Haven’t gotten to get back to my actual house yet, but what can ya do?”

“I’m doing great,” Chris nods in response. “Got to film and now promote this film with this fantastic woman right here. She’s hilarious, and gives me a run for my money as set prankster.”

“Oh?” Graham asks noticeably intrigued. “And what kind of pranks is Y/N pulling?”

“Oh nothing that great,” Y/N insists, her cheeks reddening as she tries to talk it down.

“How long do we have?” Chris asks with a grin toward the audience that cheers in response.

“Give us one good one,” Graham insists.

“Hmmm,” he says as his gaze drifts to the ceiling of the set. “Probably the prosthetic zombie finger she stuck to the bottom of my coffee cup, then filled it with my coffee and brought it to me. Took me an hour to finally see that sucker. We’re standing there discussing the next scene, I take a sip and seeing a freakin’ finger coming up out of my coffee and chucked it.”

“He screamed like a little girl,” Y/N grins cheerfully to the audience’s laughter. “It was fantastic.”

“Well we can’t expect anything less… from the one rumored to be dating our hilarious musical guest of the day,” Graham teases.

“No clue what you’re talking about,” she insists, her eyes immediately leaving Graham’s.

“Oh? So you’re denying the rumors of you and Lewis Capaldi?”

“Absolutely.”

“I mean,” Chris butts in with a shrug. “He was on set an awful lot for someone who lives in Scotland when we were filming in Canada.”

“Well yeah, we are friends, I never said we weren’t friends and he never visited me, we live near each other and see each other all the time and he had some concerts in North America so he dropped by a few times to hang out and see the set,” she rambles quickly as she tugs at the bottom of her shirt in embarrassment.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” Tom Ellis throws in, raising his eyebrows.

Jared and Graham laugh as Y/N sinks further in the couch and reaches for her drink on the table.

“Bit thirsty there Y/N?” Jared teases.

“Parched,” she quips back with narrowed brows to her former costar.

“So the film you two are starring in is ‘End Of The Living,’ care to give us a taste of what it’ll be about?” Graham asks looking at Y/N and Chris.

“Well my and Chris’ characters are neighbors in an apartment building that don’t really get along. They deal with seeing each other on an occasional basis, but generally avoid each other. Then all hell breaks loose as the zombie apocalypse basically breaks out, and they have to work together to survive.”

“Annnnd then they fall in love,” Chris adds with a chuckle.

“Naturally, nothing says love like zombie guts and certain death,” Y/N nods with a carefree smile.

“And here on the couch we have a vampire, two zombie hunters, and Satan himself,” Graham summarizes as he looks at his guests who laugh in response. “It’s a nice light promotional day isn’t it?”

“Zombie hunters are no match for Morbius though,” Jared jokes looking over to Chris and Y/N.

“Says you,” Chris throws back. “But if we can’t Star Lord will wipe the floor with him since he’s in his world.”

“In all due respect,” Tom jumps in, “None of them can take on Lucifer.”

“And with that, we should go to a break, when we get back we’ll see our musical performance from Lewis Capaldi!” Graham shouts as the cameras shut off.

Giving pointed looks to the men around her, and sticking her tongue out at Jared, Y/N’s attention is finally caught by the instruments being brought in for Lewis’ performance.

She nods at his piano player Aiden as he gets settled, then smiles as Lewis himself comes out onto the set. The typical nervous expression always etched on his face before a performance there. He looks up to see her gaze on him, and smiles wide before sending a wave her way.

Smiling in turn she waves back at him as she watches them finish setting up, ignoring the scoffed laughed from Chris beside her.

As the lights brighten again, the cameras come back to life as Graham steps in front of the camera, “And here to perform his newest hit, two-time Brit winner and Grammy nominated singer Lewis Capaldi!”

The cameras turn toward Lewis as he begins the song, and Y/N leans forward with her chin in her hands as she watches the performance intently, standing up and applauding loudly as Lewis hits the last note.

Finishing up the song, Lewis sets his guitar down and gives a wave to the audience before heading over to the couches. Shaking each person’s hand down the line, he stops to pull Y/N into a side hug, whispering something in her ear causing a smile to spread across her face.

After all shaking hands, all the guests take their seats once again. As Chris sits back down, he places his arm on the couch behind Y/N, while Lewis takes his seat on the other side of him. Lewis’ gaze lingers on Chris’ arm for a moment with a frown before forcing it away and looking to Graham.

“Fantastic performance Lewis!” Graham says looking over at him. “Now where do we start? The new album you have coming out or the triple platinum on your last one and the two Brits you’ve gotten since you were last here?”

“The new album Graham,” Y/N says before Lewis can respond, throwing him a look. “You’ll give him a bigger head if you go on about the other things.”

“And that’d be a bad thing Y/N?” he asks with a teasing tone.

“There’d be no living with you if it got any bigger,” she sighs dramatically.

“Living with him?” Jared asks as he looks between the two, noticing Lewis’ gaze lingering on her a moment too long.

“W-well yeah,” she answers hastily. “We live pretty close, I see him pretty often.”

“Speaking of you two living close, do you also go on some of his tours Y/N?” Graham asks. “You appear on quite a few of his social media posts from Instagram to Tik Tok, and everyone’s loving seeing that side of you when you usually play such serious roles.”

“Well we just always have a good time. I have gone on some of his tours when I’m not working, get to see some cool places with a good friend of mine. And we’re both a little weird, so it makes for some interesting videos I guess,” she shrugs.

“Let’s take a look at one of them now,” Graham says, gesturing to the screen beside him.

The screen changes to a clip of Y/N wearing a Lewis Capaldi merch t-shirt and a pair of black sunglasses as she stands atop a large table singing the lyrics to ‘Grace.’ Throwing her head back, she starts dancing to the music, when the camera pans over to Lewis also doing the dance from his music video and singing the song at the top of his lungs.

“I’m not ready to be just another of your mistakes!” she yells out as the camera follows Lewis moving in front of the table she’s dancing on. As she finishes the line, she launches herself onto his back, a look of panic on his face as they both crash to the ground in front of the camera, followed by a chorus of obscenities.

As the clip fades out, Lewis and Y/N have equally red cheeks as they make eye contact and look down at their drinks while the audience and other guests laugh.

“And what were you two doing there?” Graham asks with a grin.

Lewis runs his hand through his hair breaking his gaze from Y/N back over to Graham, “That, that was a less than sober rendition of my song and Y/N trying to kill the both of us as my piano player filmed us.”

“Ok but we were on his tour and had too much to drink and it seemed like a good idea at the time,” she defends.

“Alcohol would do that,” Tom teases.

She smiles at him sheepishly before taking a drink, “Alright we don’t always make the best choices, but we do make the fun choices.”

“Fuck yeah,” Lewis agrees with a grin, his eyes quickly widening before muttering a quiet apology.

“So about this new album, what should we be expecting from it and when?” Graham asks.

“Well there are the artists that really want to reinvent themselves for their next album, really try something new and push the boundaries of music,” he replies. “And that’s not me. It’s gonna be more sad shit, and hopefully if you liked the first album you’ll like the second. We’re looking at it coming out in May of this year.”

“No inspirations for happy love songs in your life huh?” Chris asks with a knowing smile, glancing at Y/N next to him who quickly looks away from Lewis.

“Nope, I’m sad and alone,” Lewis confirms, his gaze once again drifting to Chris’ arm behind Y/N on the couch, then to her eyes as a content smile spreads across both their faces.

“Right then,” Graham chuckles as he stands up from his seat. “That’s all we have time for tonight. Give a big round of applause for my guests tonight, Lewis Capaldi, Chris Pratt, Y/N, Tom Ellis, and Jared Leto! I’ll see you next week everyone!”

Once the cameras have shut off, the guests all stand up to bid their goodbyes to one another.

“It was great seeing you again,” Jared says, pulling Y/N into a quick hug over the table. “We really need to work together again some time.”

“I get pranked enough in my personal life to go up against you again,” she chuckles setting her empty glass down on the table. “You take it to a whole new level Leto.”

“Oh you know you loved it,” he teases patting her shoulder.

“Of course, snake in my dressing room was the best,” she says while rolling her eyes but smiling. “It was good talking again. Hit me up sometime again sometimes. And it was great meeting you,” she says turning to Tom.

“You as well,” he responds with his own smile. “That goes for all of you, I had a great time.”

“Same here bud,” Chris says throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder and extending it for a fist bump at Tom who bumps it with a smirk, his gaze going to a very obviously uncomfortable Lewis behind Chris.

“It was fucking fantastic meeting you all,” Lewis interrupts after a moment. “All of you are amazing. But if you don’t mind…” he reaches around Chris to snag Y/N’s hand, who he quickly pulls out of his grasp and to his own side.

Placing a quick kiss on her cheek, he mumbles, “Let’s get out of here.”

Y/N nodding in agreement, follows Lewis off the set hand in hand with shy smiles on their faces as the last few remaining people in the audience cheer.

Turning to look at the other two men, Chris smirks and crosses his arms in victory, “Fuckin knew it.”

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Extra Notes: As to why I chose Jared Leto, Tom Ellis and Chris Pratt. Chris Pratt I thought would be a good funny guy that would mess with Lewis and Y/N a bit (and I’m a big Marvel fan so I’ve seen some of his interviews lol). Jared Leto just because I’ve been a fan of him and his band for a really long time and just thought he was someone I could write alright. And Tom Ellis because I felt like the Lucifer show fit the vibe of this, and I had the chance to see a live panel of him at a Comic Con I went to where he was just a really cool guy.

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deliberatelyvague · 4 years

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Spotlight (Asmodeus x fem!reader)

Started: April 5, 2020 at 7:42pm

Ended: April 5, 2020 at 8:50pm

Word Count: 2,030

Shipping: [Asmodeus x fem!reader]

Trigger Warning: cutting, eating disorder, (notes of) depression

Author’s Note: Uhh so here’s another one. I enjoy writing stories, so please, continue requesting!

Prompt/Request: OK SO IDK WHICH ONE I WANT TO REQUEST SO IM DOING BOTH. Can I request a mc x asmo scenario where mc is a super duper popular idol but it’s later revealed that in order to keep her beauty she develop an eating disorder and started to develop depression resulting in cutting her self?? Sorry for the weird ask!!

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You had always heard the saying ‘beauty is pain’. You didn’t realize how much pain it was, however, until you got down to the Devildom. Of course, you weren’t totally off Scott-free, your fans still expected some content, and you were in no place to deny them that.

Now, you loved the majority of your fans. They always backed you up, defended you and the link, but there was just somethings they couldn’t defend you from. Including yourself, unfortunately.

Getting famous started moderately fine, you went viral because of your singing videos, and you guess some modeling businesses enjoyed your looks and attitude enough that they asked if you could do some shoots. From then on, it was a whirlwind of sessions, meet and greets, starving yourself and self harming.

That last part was relatively new, and it was caused by some hate that you had received. Well, hate was to put it in modern terms. A tabloid had started rumors that you had gained weight, which wasn’t wrong (you were still growing and maturing, your body weight is going to fluctuate), but they stretched it beyond what it was and paired it with some terrible pictures taken with your guard down. It all mixed to create a terrible atmosphere, especially when other tabloids started to gossip about your weight as well.

Eventually it seemed that your weight was the only thing important. So, you started to cut down on food. You started to take walks and workout moderately regularly, and the results were almost instantaneous. You dropped a few pounds a week, your figure slimmed down and you had never felt better. But then, the opposite effect happened with the tabloids, talking about how much weight you had lost, but this time they were praising you. You loved that feeling, it’s why you continued singing and modeling anyway.

People called you beautiful and you thrived off the attention, which is probably why when you went to the Devildom you and Asmodeus hit it off so quickly.

You two were best friends within the first week you were there- and since he had a tendency of going partying after school and hanging out with other friends of his on some days, he never noticed how little you truly ate.

None of the other brother’s noticed, or you figured they didn’t.

But then something happened, you stopped losing weight as quickly as you had been. This sends you into spirals of anxiety, making you cut back more and more, exercise more. But it didn’t work. In fact, one week when you had weighed in, you had gained weight.

As you stared at that number flashing at you, the number that was only a pound above where it had been last week, you started sobbing.

Thoughts piled up in your mind about how you weren’t good enough anymore, about how your fans will leave you, about how Asmodeus would leave you. His friendship meant the world to you, and you would be lying if you told yourself that a friendship was all that you wanted from him.

But he was out partying with demons that were better than you, no doubt, ones that were skinnier, more confident, and yards better than you in everything.

In the back of your mind, you remembered the hater’s comments on some of your most popular songs, telling you about doing things to your body. You remember the tabloids gossiping about self-harm scars on popular actresses' bodies, and you thought about why they would do that. It’s said to be a pleasure source, something that makes the person doing it feel better.

You would do anything to feel actually, genuinely happy, for once, so before you even thought about it you had popped a blade out of the razor in the bathroom and pressed it to your hip. You almost never showed off your stomach, so it wouldn’t be that big of a deal.

You flinched away from the wound almost immediately, the pain coming in tiny spikes. But then, eventually, there was a bit of pleasure coming from it, watching little dots of blood pop up and drip down your hip and fall onto the ground. You cut yourself again, then once more.

You swallowed, breaking out of the trance the red lines had put you in before you realized that you needed to finish your homework. You cleaned up your cuts, sliding on a pair of loose-fitting joggers and a shirt you had taken from Asmodeus and padded over to your desk, sitting in the sodden chair, trying not to bother the cuts more than the pants would already. You quickly finished the homework, well as quickly as you could when every few minutes or so you would move slightly and the cuts would be agitated, and for a few quick moments you considered taking off your pants, but you didn’t know when Asmodeus would make his way to your room and come in without knocking like he usually did.

Though eventually you did change into some sleeping shorts, ones that almost fell off of your body, and that were practically bootie shorts.

“Doll, I’m coming in,” you heard Asmodeus’ voice through the door before he opened it. You were laying on your back on your bed, your head hanging off and your DDD in your hand.

“Asmo!” You called gleefully, his face immediately lightening your mood substantially. “How was the party?”

“It wasn’t as good as the one the other week, you remember that one, right doll? The one I forced you to come to.”

“Oh, yeah that one. I love that the first party you made me go to was also a rave. Go big or go home, right?”

“Of course! Now, Doll, what are we doing tonight? We could watch a movie and eat some unhealthy snacks?”

“Uh, we can watch movies, but I don’t really want to eat anything,” you told him, flipping around on your bed and sitting on your legs. He tilted his head and a frown formed between his two perfectly sculpted eyebrows.

“Oh? But Lucifer told me you didn’t eat tonight, you must be hungry?”

“No, I’m not really,” you assured him, but your stomach decided to betray you in that exact moment almost as if it was saying ‘don’t lie to him I am hungry’.

He looked from your stomach to your face with an unamused look on his face.

“[Y/N], he also told me that he’s never seen you eat, that you don’t eat dinner here at all. You know you don’t have to lie to me, right?”

The honesty in his voice and the look in his eyes almost broke you.

“I know,” he looked concerned, but didn’t push you. You knew you would tell him about your disorder when you were ready, hopefully if he had any idea about your disorder, he knew that too.

The two of you decided to do an at-home spa day, and he took you to his room. The two of you did face masks, hair masks, mani-pedis, and other things like that.

You had chosen each other’s nail colors, and you had picked an orange color to match his eyes, and he picked pink, using a holographic color on your ring figures. You liked that enough you did that on his ring figured too so you both would be matching.

While you waited for your nails to dry and picked out toenail polish, he asked you about any crushes.

“Oh, no, Asmo, I don’t really have my eyes on anyone,” you lied as you looked through the shades of blue he had. His eyes immediately lit up.

“Yes! Yes you do, I knew it! Who is it?” He said excitedly, and you shook your head.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe that. I’m not going to tell you because it’ll never happen, trust me.”

“Doll, how could you say that? I’m sure a lot of people would love to date you, to be able to call you theirs!” You shook your head, scoffing at him.

“Not this guy. I’m pretty sure he had his eyes on someone else, anyway.”

“Is it Lucifer? It does seem like he has his eyes on Diavolo, but I don’t know about that one, Doll. You still might have a chance.”

“No! It’s not Lucifer, I don’t have that big of daddy issues.”

“Who is it? Please, tell me,” he begged, and for the first time you actually looked at him. His eyes showed almost.. sadness. He seemed sad to be thinking about you with someone else.

You just shook your head.

“Asmo,” you let out, leaning back and looking at him. “It’ll ruin this.” He frowned.

“[Y/N], what do you mean?”

“Asmo,” here it comes, you just decided to let it out. “I like you. I really, really like you. But I understand if it weirds you out, if I’m not your type, I-”

You were interrupted when Asmo held the back of your head and brought your lips to his. You melted into his, and he put his hands on your hips and pulled you onto his lap. You let out a yelp when he pulled on you a little too hard, your cuts opening.

“Doll, what’s wrong?” He asks, before looking down at where his hands were, one of his hands having a little spot of blood on them and the shorts being stained with a little amount of blood. “[Y/N], what’s this?” You let his lift your shirt and pull down your shorts slightly, and he let out a small gasp, his face dropping as he took in your figure, one significantly smaller than it had been when you first came, and the multiple cuts you had on you.

“I, it’s just stress. The tabloids, the comment sections of almost anything when I post pictures, it’s all just a lot.”

“Doll, you could have come to me. Here, let’s fix you up a little bit,” he soothed, picking you up and making you wrap your legs around him, carrying you to his bathroom and dressing your wounds. You didn’t say anything to him. “When’s the last time you ate or drank anything?”

“I drank some water earlier today,” you tell him, and he smiles slightly and strokes your hair. “Good job on that, Doll. But we need to get some food in your stomach, okay?”

Your heartbeat sped up, and you shook your head, tears coming.

“No, Asmo, I can’t eat. Please, don’t make me.”

“I’m not asking you to eat much, please, I can’t have my girl dying on me. What about a piece of fruit and some more water?”

You looked at the floor for a few seconds.

“Can we watch something while I eat, and cuddle, please? It’ll help me take my mind off of it, I think.” He nods, and you both walk to the kitchen after fixing your clothes.

Grabbing your food and water you make your way to your room and turn on [TV show or movie] as Asmo sat on the floor, pulling you into his lap, his chest pressed against your back. He kissed underneath your ear.

Once you had finished the food, which took a bit, but it’s still down for now, he praised you.

“Good girl, Doll. Now finish the water and he can cuddle more.”

You finish the water and turn to him.

“Thank you, Asmo. For helping me.”

“Of course, Doll. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.

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ayanna-wild · 5 years

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Love You Even When It Hurts Part 3

Word Count: 1318

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, comfort, feels

A/N: once again requested from many people lol Requests and tag list are open! Enjoy!

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Summary: It had been so long since you had seen him, but it still hurt and you could never bring yourself to date anyone else. Unable to truly move on. You had assumed he would have moved on, gotten over you quickly. You were wrong.

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Lucifer laughed as he chugged from the bottle in his hand. He danced with strangers he didn't know and drowned himself in various types of alcohol. But it was all to distract himself. He went through the motions without actually feeling it. He stumbled back over to the bar, motioning to the bartender.

"Another bottle!" He called.

The bartender nodded, and Lucifer turned around to watch the crowd. His smile fell for a second, when he thought he saw you standing by the piano, but when he got a better look, he realized it wasn't you. It couldn't have been. His mood immediately fell, and he turned around to stare at the mirror on the wall behind the bar.

"Lucifer!"

Maze walked down the stairs and took in Lucifer's disheveled appearance. She frowned and crossed her arms when she finally reached him.

"Mazikeen! Have you come to join the fun?" He asked reaching for the new bottle.

"I found her."

Lucifer didn't seem to hear her as he mindlessly nodded and opened the bottle.

"Yes well just keep looking then. One little human shouldn't be able to avoid the great bounty hunting Maze forever."

He had gotten so use to Maze coming back empty-handed, he had stopped truly listening to her updates on locating you. Maze rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle from his hands.

"No Lucifer. I found her."

For a moment Lucifer said nothing just stared at Maze with wide eyes, and a slightly disbelieving look. Maze smirked handing him a piece of paper.

"Don't thank me to hard." She teased.

You threw your keys in the little bowl by the front door. Work had been awful as usual and you were ready to fall onto your bed, and never get up. You didn't bother hanging up your coat, to tired to really care as you dropped it to the floor.

'I could use a hot bath and a long nap, maybe Lucifer will...'

You hated that the first thing you thought of even after all this time was how Lucifer used to comfort you.

"Stressful day darling?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard that. You would know that voice anywhere and you refused to turn around.

"How did you find me?" You said voice wavering slightly.

You heard him stand but you wouldn't face him, knowing that as soon as you did, the tears would fall.

"Maze of course. You didn't go very far did you?"

'I couldn't bring myself to leave you any more than I already had.'

You thought, but didn't say that out loud.

"What are you talking about, I moved almost an hour away." You scoffed walking towards the kitchen.

Lucifer didn't fail to notice you still didn't look at him. He followed you.

"Yes but you stayed in LA, could have gone anywhere darling, why didn't you?"

'Because of you.'

You wanted to yell it, scream it, but you remained silent. Lucifer watched you for a moment, before clearing his throat.

"I tried calling, but you knew that, you did block me after all. A bit rude don't you think?"

Your sadness and regret turned into anger after that comment.

"Rude? You're calling me rude? Nice Lucifer real nice, ignoring someone and blowing them off repeatedly could be considered rude to you know."

"And it was rude to run out before we could have a proper conversation about it, wouldn't you agree my dear?"

You grabbed the counter top and bowed your head as you stared at the gold flecks in the granite.

"We're both rude then, glad we established that. Make sure you close the door on your way out." You muttered.

You wouldn't face him, you couldn't, knowing as soon as you did that would be it. Your walls, your resolve, your strength, it would all evaporate.

"Way out? I haven't seen you in months love! I've had Maze searching everywhere for you! The very least you could do is look at me!"

Your heartbeat increased, and you let out a shaky breath. He wasn't the only one having a hard time.

"Seven months, two weeks, and seven days." You whispered.

Lucifer stared at you confused and you finally turned to look at him. You felt the tears that escaped but you gave him a small smile anyway.

"It has been seven months, two weeks, and seven days, since I left, but who's counting anyway?" You laughed sadly.

Lucifer stared at you as you stared back, the most venerable he had ever seen you. He took a step towards you and reached a hand out to wipe away your tears, like he had done so many times before. You lightly pushed his hand away, and he let his arm fall to his side.

"I never meant to hurt you darling."

You only shook your head and went to walk past him.

"But you did, and from the looks of it, you're doing ok."

Lucifer grabbed your arm and you looked at him surprised as he looked at you pleading.

"I'm not ok. I'm so very far from ok darling. I've tried to get you out of my mind, but there you are everywhere I look. I swore I saw you today, at Lux. It was a stupid notion of course, I knew you wouldn't be foolish enough to go back. Yet I still found myself hoping it was you though, like a fool. My beautiful little human, I adore you, and I should have paid you more attention. But I'm a bloody moron, and I let you slip through my fingers."

You placed your hand over his hand that still held your arm. Your heart was breaking all over again and you didn't know if you could handle it again.

"Lucifer please don't, I can't do this again. I can't -"

The words died on your tongue when you saw him pull your necklace out his pocket.

"I do believe I gave this to you to keep my dear. It's not very good manners to return a gift now is it?" He smiled at you.

You looked from him, then to your necklace. You gingerly took it from his hand and ran your fingers over the pendant that hung on the silver chain.

"You... you kept it?"

Lucifer wiped a stray tear from your cheek. You hadn't even noticed it.

"Of course I did my dear. It was yours, I couldn't possibly toss it aside."

You stared at it, and Lucifer fixed the buttons on his suit jacket.

"Besides, I know you're rather fond of that trinket."

You turned your gaze to him and raised an eyebrow.

"I'm rather fond of who gave it to me as well. One could even say I love him."

Lucifer's eyes immediately filled with surpise, and he looked at you like he thought he might have misheard you.

"Love? As in the present tense of the word?"

You laughed, slipping your necklace on. It felt like a piece of you had returned and it made you fell whole.

"Lucifer, you silly devil, I've never stopped loving you."

His overjoyed expression warmed your heart, and he went to kiss you but you held a hand up.

"I love you, but that doesn't mean things are just going to go back to how they were before. You still have a lot of apologizing to do."

He didn't seem any less ecstatic.

"Of course my dear, but could you say it one more time I'm not sure I heard you the first time." He smiled cheekily.

You laughed, playfully hitting his chest.

"I love you."

Lucifer tapped his ear, feigning a confused expression.

"What was that?"

You rolled your eyes but your smile remained firmly planted on your lips. Lucifer chuckled brushing a stray strand of hair away from your eyes.

"I know I haven't said it before, but I do love you Y/N, so much more than you know."

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Dirty Dancer (Lucifer x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first imagine I’ve posted, I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to leave any requests you may have! :)

Becoming a dancer at Lux was a rather big deal, in the exotic dancer world anyway. All my friends were jealous, begging me to put in a good word with the boss, which I didn’t exactly have the authority to do.

I had to admit, it was an amazing job, the pay was extraordinary, so much that I was able to buy a new apartment within a month of working at Lux. Also, everyone told me how great of a boss Mr. Morningstar was, apparently, he really looked out for his employees, which was probably a good thing in this line of work. Men, and even a few women, weren’t exactly always the kindest of people.

So, I’ve kept the job, and while only working here a few months and being the newest dancer, I’ve got great pay and even greater tips. When I wasn’t dancing I served drinks, which could prove to be interesting at times, especially with the super drunk people.

I hadn’t really expected tonight to be any different, although I was wearing my newest outfit, it was simple, a tiny black skirt and a black bra with straps that crisscrossed across my stomach. I’d paired it with thigh-high fishnets and my favorite red heels.

I’d put on my makeup and done my hair in the dressing rooms before making my way out to the club, one of the newest pop songs was pounding in my ears, making the whole room vibrate. I spotted one of the other dancers, Lacey, a now good friend of mine up near her designated spot by the bar.

Making my way over, I climbed up the stairs, taking a spot next to Lacey, I began dancing, letting the music take control. I danced for a few songs, taking to Lacey as I did about random things, how our week was going, what guys we were interested in and what guys we were hoping wouldn’t be here tonight.

Suddenly, the bar tender waved me down from the platform, “Ooo, guess someone is serving drinks tonight, I heard there’s a pretty important business group here”, Lacey said.

I smiled and rolled my eyes, “I’d much rather be up here, but have fun without me”, I told her as I climbed down from the platform.

“Will do!”, she called back, continuing her dancing.

“Yeah Jay?”, I asked, once I got down to the bar.

Jason, the bartender, handed me a tray of beers, pointing to one of the tables in the middle of the room. “Take these to that group, Mr. Morningstar says they’re really important, big wig CEO’s and all”, he said.

I nodded, “Eye, eye, captain”, I said, giving him a fake salute as I made my way over to the table.

Once I reached the table, I gave all the men a smile, “Here ya go boys, six Coronas”, I said, handing each man a bottle. “Is there anything else I can get you?”, I asked, keeping on the smile, making my voice a bit sultry.

“Well, if I can get some alone time with you, I’d be perfect”, one of the men said, leaning forward, grinning.

I kept my smile on as I spoke, “Sorry, against the rules, no fraternizing while on the job”, I spoke.

“Oh, come on babe, just hang with us for a little while?”, the same man asked, grabbing my hand and yanking so that I fell, stumbling and ending up in his lap.

“I’m sorry, it’s really against the rules”, I said, attempting to get up from my spot.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone”, the man said again, his lips began traveling down my neck and his hand slipped under my skirt.

Panic began to set in a bit, and I attempted to push the man away, and although I worked out quite a bit, keeping up my dancing physique, my strength was nothing compared to this mans. I kept pushing though, grabbing at his hands, his friends didn’t even help, just sat back and watched, laughing.

I was about to yell for help when a voice sounded above us, “I believe the young lady has made it very clear that she wants nothing to do with scum like you”, it was deep, almost a growl, and I recognized the accent immediately.

The man stopped what he was doing, looking up at Mr. Morningstar, “You’ve always been selfish, won’t even share your whores”, he said.

In that moment, I swear Mr. Morningstar’s eyes flashed red for a second, and he grinned rather sadistically. “I suggest you let the girl go, before I do something about it myself, I’m sure you don’t want that, do you Mr. Jackson?”, he spoke.

The man’s face changed then, his face dropping, and he practically pushed me off his lap, I stumbled, nearly falling but luckily, Mr. Morningstar caught me, steadying me. “Are you alright, darling?”, he asked. I’d never actually met my boss, one of the bartenders hired me. I’d heard him talking to my other coworkers, seen him around the club, but to be in his presence, was honestly a bit intimidating.

“O-Oh, um, yes, thank you”, I said, my boss smiled, it was rather dazzling.

He gently moved me to the side, “I’ll be with you in just a moment, right now I believe I need to escort these men outside”, Mr. Morningstar told me, “wait for me at the bar”.

I only nodded, and turned, quickly heading over to the bar, taking a seat. I kept my eyes on them though, watching as my boss did indeed escort the men out himself.

“Need a drink?”, Jason asked, “I saw what happened”.

“Please”, I told him, he nodded and grabbed a glass, pouring me some rum. I thanked him before taking a sip, trying to calm my nerves.

It was about twenty minutes later when my boss reappeared, “Would you come upstairs with me please?”, he asked, giving me a smile.

“Oh, um, yes, of course”, I said, following him towards the elevator, when we climbed in he pulled out a key, putting it in a slot and pressed the button for the penthouse. Oh no, was he firing me? Have I done something wrong? Is he angry?

When we got to the penthouse, we both stepped out and he motioned to the sitting area, “Sit down, please, would you like a drink?’, he asked.

“No thank you”, I answered, Mr. Morningstar nodded and poured himself one before coming over to where I was, sitting on the couch across from myself.

Not really being able to keep my mouth shut, I broke the silence, “Am I fired? Did I do something wrong?”, I asked quickly.

My boss set down his drink, shaking his head, “No, no my dear of course not, I was just making sure you were alright. Those men were vile, I promise, they will never be setting foot in this building again”, he told me sincerely.

“Oh, well, yes, I’m alright, a little shaken up but nothing I can’t handle, thank you Mr. Morningstar”, I said.

He smiled, waving his hand dismissively, “Oh please darling, call me Lucifer”, he told me.

I smiled, “Thank you, Lucifer”, I said, looking down at my hands. I felt a little naked to be honest, sitting here in my boss’ home, dressed like this.

Lucifer must have sensed something was wrong because he spoke up again, “Is something bothering you?”, he asked.

I looked up, blushing a bit, “Oh, I uh, just feel a little…exposed is all”, I said, motioning to my outfit.

Lucifer chuckled, “Well, I’m not complaining, you’re rather beautiful, but, if it makes you uncomfortable, here”, he spoke, standing up and shrugging out of his jacket. He came over and placed it around my shoulders, the scent of delicious smelling cologne filling my senses.

“Thank you”, I said, he took the spot on the couch beside me this time, reaching across the table and grabbing his drink, taking another sip.

“Your name is Y/N, correct, you’re rather new around here am I right?”, he said.

I nodded, “I started about three months ago, best job I’ve ever had honestly”, I told him.

Lucifer smiled, “Well, I’m happy to hear it, I like to make sure all my employees enjoy their time here”, he told me.

“It’s wonderful, really, and I’ve dealt with my fair share of jerks, so, tonight was just another small setback”, I said.

“Good, I’m glad you won’t be leaving, you are one of my best dancers, and by far one of my favorites as well”, Lucifer said, throwing his arm over the back of the couch, lounging against the cushions.

“I-I am, me?”, I asked, my eyes widening as I felt my cheeks heat up, I probably looked like a tomato.

“You sound rather surprised”, he said, I looked down, twiddling my thumbs a bit before looking back up at him.

“I’ve never really thought of myself as something special, just another dancer, another girl trying to pay off some debt”, I admitted, shrugging.

“Well, you are certainly something special, at least to me my dear”, he said, smiling at me once more.

“Thank you, Lucifer, that means a lot”, I said.

He smiled and nodded, “You are very welcome”, he said smoothly.

It was silent for a moment before I stood, “Um, well, I suppose I’d better get back to work”, I said, shrugging off the jacket and handing it back to Lucifer, he honestly looking a little disappointed.

He took the jacket, standing up, “Are you sure you can’t stay, just for a while longer? You won’t get in trouble, after all, I am the boss”, Lucifer said, smirking.

“Oh, um, I-I’m not s-sure…” I said, stumbling over my words a bit when I looked him in the eye.

Lucifer tossed his jacket on the couch, stepping closer, placing his hands on my waist gently as he leaned down, his lips only inches away from mine, “Please?”, he asked, his eyes softening a bit.

It was silent, until I decided to take a chance, I nodded, my arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him down to me. Our lips met, and I marveled at how soft his were, my fingers tangled in his hair as he gripped my waist tighter.

When we both came up for air I realized what had just happened, “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t know what came over me…”, I managed to get out, stepping away from him, his hands leaving my waist.

Lucifer only smirked, stepping towards me once more, his hands returning to my waist, “Don’t apologize my dear, on the contrary, I’d rather you do that again”, he said.

I smiled and bit my lip, “Really?”, I asked.

He nodded, “So, you’ll stay?”, he asked.

I nodded and brought my lips to his again, pulling him close. This night was definitely not another night at work.

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kinkyacademia · 6 years

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So uhh Lady Lucifer if you write for depressed s/o, please make it that Bakugou has a crush on her. Well, he would never admit it and scream to her "DIEEE" like he always do but s/o is all depressed so she is like "yeah kill me already I had enough of this world" fluffy confession ending pls (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎) thank youuu

I…. was not 100% for writing this request but I have written it none the less, though I had to be in a certain mood for writing it and lucky you I was so hey! However I didn’t know whether or not I should post it here on the blog due to the content of it. I had to ask for Undead Raven’s opinion first before posting this so yeah there will be trigger warnings with this one!

~Lady Lucifer🐾🐾

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION DEPICTED

💥💥💥You felt like shit!

That was the absolute and undeniable truth.

This particular morning when you had decided to roll out of bed, it felt like the world was trying to crush you flat! Why was it that you had mornings like that? They weren’t constant or anything but when they did come around, they consequently stuck around for a good week or more! You couldn’t help but groan as you sat up in your bed, your whole body hurt and you knew it wasn’t from the intense training you had done yesterday. To tell the truth your body probably didn’t hurt at all, it was all in your head but that pain felt all too real! You held your breath as you stood up slowly, standing still for a moment as you allowed your head to stop spinning; the room nothing but a momentary blur as it spun. You sighed as you trudged off towards the bathroom slowly, you still had to get ready for the day and your stomach was growling at you in demand to be filled! You closed your eyes as you walked into the bathroom, ignoring the mirror that was hanging on the wall; you never liked looking into it! You had already had to replace the mirror twice because you had smashed it in a spur of the moment rage, a rage at how much you hated the person staring back at you.

You rubbed your shoulder as you stripped out of your clothes, turning on the shower like you did every other morning; the cold spray splashing against your feet. You stepped under the water quickly, your chest restricting as the cold washed over you and your breath came out in a rush. You shivered slightly as you stood there before leaning your head back and closing your eyes, letting the cold water wash over your body; the numbing sensation sinking in slowly. Your showers never seemed to last long enough for you but they did what you needed them to do; they made your body feel numb! It didn’t take you long to wash your hair and scrub your body down, your hands just automatically moving about to do the jobs they had come accustomed to doing. You stepped out of the shower once you were all rinsed off, turning the water off and wrapping a towel around your body while you dried your hair.

Getting dressed had been a bit of a haze to you and you hadn’t realised you were done until you found yourself grabbing the door to your room and opening it. It was the weekend, which meant that most of the other kids had gone home to see their parents; save for those that had to catch up on studies. Those that were behind would have been out in the classrooms studying with whichever unfortunate soul of a teacher had been caught up in their dilemma. You didn’t mind though, it meant that the dorm would be almost empty and that meant that you wouldn’t have to talk to anyone at the moment.

You actually preferred to be alone when you felt like this, it saved everyone else looking at you like you had a third eye! Ever since you were a child people had looked at you differently, your parents had side stepped you because they didn’t know how to interact with you! Your quirk wasn’t really much of a help either, it was one that allowed you to read other peoples minds; something others found disturbing! When your quirk had first developed you hadn’t realised that you were doing it and used to just blurt out whatever you would hear. Over time it lost you friends and made people scared of you, causing you to shut down and stop using your quirk!

You pouted as you trudged down the stairs to the common area, heading for the kitchen as you fought back the tears building in your eyes. You hated thinking about the past, it always made you so damn emotional and you had been told emotions were for the weak! You weren’t weak though, being in the hero class was proof of that and you always made a point to rub that into your father’s nose! You flinched as you smacked straight into someone else, your defenses immediately up as you stepped back. Your body became rigid as you looked up into fiery red eyes and a fierce scowl.

“The fuck! Watch where you’re fucking walking moron!” Katsuki bit out as he glared down at you.

Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as he stood between you and the kitchen, he had been waiting for you to get up all morning seems as he had made breakfast for everyone that morning. He frowned as he looked you up and down, your body looked rigid; it looked like you were scared to move! The one thing that was bothering him the most though was the fact that you weren’t smiling, you were normally always smiling but not this time! He studied you a moment longer as he stood there, his eyes locking with yours and causing his scowl to deepen; there was nothing but pain in your eyes!

“Where the fuck is your shit ass smile, (Name)?” His voice was still harsh, though anyone could have heard the tenderness that was laced into it.

“Why do you care? A smile doesn’t make a fucking person?” You retorted as you squeezed past him, ducking under his elbow quickly. “Besides not like you ever smile unless you’re traumatizing other people!”

You fell silent as you looked over your shoulder at him, you could see the muscles in his back and shoulders go rigid with your words; you had hit a nerve. You honestly didn’t care though, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about it; about him! You turned away from him quickly and moved over to the fridge, your eyes drifting to the plate of food that was on the top shelf. It looked to you like someone had cooked breakfast for everyone that morning. You shrugged as you reached into the door and pulled out the orange juice, moving to pour yourself a glass.

Katsuki turned slowly, watching you as you got yourself a glass of juice. There was no way he was going to let you leave the kitchen without you explaining to him what the fuck your smartass comment had been about! He watched you as you stood there and held your glass, your eyes trained off on something else in the dorms. His body became tense as you continued to just stand there, unmoving and not drinking your juice. Katsuki could tell there was definitely something wrong with you but he was bad at this, bad at interacting with people and he sucked with feelings! It was one of the main fucking reasons that he had been unable to tell you that he actually liked you, more than a friend that is! Shitty Hair was a friend but there was something else about you that he just couldn’t pin point, he couldn’t quite keep his eyes off of you and you were always drawing his attention; even when he didn’t want to look at you!

“How long are you going to fucking stare of into space? The fucking orange juice is going to get hot if you leave it on the counter, dumbass!”

You blinked slowly, setting down your glass as you moved to put the bottle back in the fridge. Your eyes flicked over to him as he stood in the doorway, looked like he wasn’t going to let you leave anytime soon. You frowned slightly as you moved back to your glass and sipped it slowly, he would get bored eventually! There was silence between the two of you as you just sipped at your juice, the sound of your stomach growling breaking the stoic silence. You knew you needed to eat but you just couldn’t, you weren’t even hungry; you didn’t want to eat.

“FUCK! There’s food in the fucking fridge I cooked this morning! You however, you late ass fucking riser, missed out and I had to put yours in the fucking fridge before Shitty Hair ate it!” Katsuki grumbled as he glared at you, there was definitely something wrong with you!

“I’m not hungry Bakugou… leave me alone!” You mumbled as you turned your back to him more, hiding your face completely.

His eye twitched as he watched you, small explosions going off in his palms as he stood there. “The fuck was that you fuck munch?” He growled as he stomped over to you and stood right behind you. “I can hear your stomach fucking growling because you’re fucking hungry! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Let me rephrase it for you then you dense fucking asshole! I don’t feel like eating, problem with that?” You spat back, a little bit of venom laced into your words as you slammed your glass down on the counter and looked at him.

Katsuki was slightly taken aback, you never raised your voice to anyone; except that graperat bitch when you were beating him to a pulp! He frowned as he looked you over quickly, there seriously was something wrong with you that morning! “Fine then… you want to die because you’re too stupid to fucking eat…. then fucking DIE!” Those were not the words that he wanted to say to you, he wanted to comfort you; to ask what was wrong!

“Yeah just go ahead and kill me can you? I’m sick of this fucking world, I’m done with it’s shit and these fucked up pussy ass feelings!”

There was silence!

Dead fucking silence!

No pin drop, no crickets, no fucking nothing!

Katsuki just stared and he stared hard as he took in your words, his face for once falling into an expression of shock; his hands limp by his side. Had he really just heard you right? The always cheerful, always smiling and laughing you had just asked him to kill you? He stared at you as tears welled in your eyes and you turned away quickly, your hands moving to cover your face as you rubbed at your eyes. It all clicked in for him then, this whole time you’d been wearing a mask and hiding the pain that you were really feeling; putting on a front for others! Katsuki grit his teeth as he moved quickly, grabbing your shoulders tight as he looked at you. There was so much running through his head in that moment, so much he wanted to yell at you for; make you take back your words! He couldn’t though, your shoulders were shaking and your body lurching as sob after sob wracked your body. There was nothing Katsuki could do for you, nothing but… He pulled you close, his lips in a firm line as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you tight.

Your body shook, your emotions pitching like a roller coaster as you felt secure arms tighten around your shoulders. You couldn’t stop the tears that ran down your face, soaking into the black tank top that Katsuki wore. You cried and shook, your knees going weak on you; causing you to have to lean into him more as they gave out. He seemed to have sensed your body’s fatigue seems as he slowly lowered the two of you down onto the floor in the kitchen, holding you close to his body. You cried, your fingers tangling into his top as you hid your face from him. He was always the one person you had never wanted to see you have a breakdown, you knew how much he hated weak people and crying was weak; right? Katsuki Bakugou, the guy who placed first at the sports festival, the guy who had proved himself time and time again that he was the strongest in class! Here you were crying against his chest, showing signs of weakness; something he had made explicitly clear that he hated!

Katsuki frowned as he held you tight, it felt weird holding onto someone else; it felt weird fucking touching someone else! He did though, he held you and let you cry; he let you get it all out. “(Name…)” Your name had slipped out of his mouth before he could even register it, his voice soft and tender; causing his body to tense slightly.

You sniffled and tensed up as you heard him, his voice was off; his body rigid against yours now! You pulled back away from him quickly, turning your face from him as you wiped at your eyes. “S-sorry Bakugou…” You whispered, your voice cracking as you said his name and made a move to try and stand up. You gasped as you were pulled back down and into his lap, his head resting on top of yours as he held you to his chest.

“Stupid (Name), where the fuck you going?” His voice was hard again, his arms around you as he rubbed circles over your back.

“Katsuki…. please… I just…. I…” You couldn’t finish that sentence, there was just so much you wanted to do in that moment!

“What? You want to run off and lock yourself away in your room like you always fucking do? Or maybe you want to run away, take the time to build back up those fucking walls that have somehow fucking fallen right now! Or maybe you want to get away so you can put your stupid fucking mask back on!” He was livid, though he wasn’t angry at you just more himself for not having realised your pain sooner! He was supposed to be training to become a hero right? How the fuck was he supposed to be a hero when he couldn’t even recognise a classmate, a friend in fucking pain?! He was so livid and it was all just coming so easy to him, he didn’t know if he was comforting you or not but he was saying what he felt he needed to! “You don’t have to fucking hide from me damn it! You think I want to see your fucking fake smile now that I know you’re fucking hurting? Don’t you fucking smile at me if you can’t bring yourself to do it! You’re having a bad day, just fucking say so! The fuck do you take us all for, (Name)? The fuck do you take me for?”

You shook in his arms, closing your eyes as you listened to his words. Everything he was saying was true, everything he was asking had validity to it but you still couldn’t answer his questions! “I’m sorry… I can’t…”

“Shut up!” He growled as he held you a little tighter. “Stop fucking apologising! You have nothing to apologise for, (Name)!” His voice was getting softer and you could hear something in it, something that didn’t sound like Katsuki!

You lifted your head slowly, peeking up at his face as you tried to blink away the tears gathering there. “B-but.. but it’s weak…” You whispered as you shook a little harder, all the times your father had called you weak ringing through your head.

“It’s not fucking weak! You think crying is weak? What kind of fucked up logic have you got going through your head that makes you think crying is weak? Have you fucking seen Deku? That guys always fucking crying and he’s not weak! Don’t you fucking dare tell him I said that either!” He growled, his shoulders tensing as he looked down at you. “You’re not weak, (Name)! I don’t know what you got going on, I sure as hell don’t know what’s going through your head or who the fuck put it in your head that crying is weak but it fucking isn’t! Stop shutting yourself off from all of us! Stop shutting yourself off from me!”

“Why do you care so much?” You blurted it out in a pained whisper before you could stop yourself from doing so. You could hear his teeth grind together as he snapped his jaw shut, his hands heating up against your back and for a moment you we’re scared he was going to explode.

“Because… I fucking care ok! I care…. about you…” There was silence after he said it, his cheeks were aflame as you stared up at him, your hands stopping their shaking as your stared in shock. Had Katsuki really just said that to you?

“W-What…?”

“Don’t make me fucking repeat myself, you heard me the first fucking time!” He spat through clenched teeth as he glared down at you, a red tinge still dusting his cheeks.

“Why me though? I’m so useless and worthless, why would you even be interested in me?” You whispered as you looked away from him, your bottom lip quivering as you moved your hand to cover your eyes. You yelped loudly as Katsuki smacked you hard on top of the head.

“The fuck was that, moron? Worthless? Useless? Where the fuck do you see that? You’re the person who can stand their ground against the fucking half n’ half bastard when you don’t fight with quirks! You’re the one who keeps putting stupid fucking Deku and me in place when we get carried away! Where the fuck do you see useless and Worthless? FUCK! You’re going to make a great fucking hero, (Name)!”

You sniffled and teared up again, looking up at him as you tried to smile at him “Katsuki… I…”

“Don’t smile… I hate that fake fucking smile bull shit! Smile when you actually fucking can damn it!” He muttered as he looked away from you, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. He was such a child but god damn was he adoreable when he pouted, at least you thought he was anyways!

“Thank you…”

“Shut the fuck up!” He muttered before moving and kissing you heatedly as he pinned you down on your back against the floor.

You blushed darkly as you stared up at him. How the hell had you just gone from crying on him, to being scolded by him to being comforted by him only to end up being fucking pinned and kissed by him?! Your face was bright red as he pulled his head back, your lips moving as you tried to form a sentence but no words would come out.

“The next time your shit ass starts to feel like fucking shit again don’t you fucking bottle it up! You come find me and talk about it fuck, (Name)! I might not fucking be the nicest of fucking people but I’ll fucking listen to you, I’ll listen for you! Can’t guarantee I can help you cause I fucking suck at that shit but I’ll fucking try you dumbass! Fuck and I thought you were supposed to be fucking smart!” Katsuki grumbled as he loomed over you, looking down into your eyes.

You blinked as you listened to him, he was scolding you again; that much you were certain of. This however was Bakugou’s own way of showing that he cared to you, cared for you actually! You couldn’t suppress the giggle that slipped past your lips as a smile spread across your face, tears rolling back into your hair but they weren’t tears of pain or sadness; they were tears or relief! Katsuki sure had changed since you had all started at U.A high, definitely wasn’t as hard headed as he used to be!

Katsuki stared at you as he listened to your giggle, his eyes falling to the smile that was spreading across your face; that was the smile he wanted! “Fuck I love you!” The words were out in the air as he moved, he just had to kiss that smile off your face! You welcomed it this time, the two of you kissing as he caged you against the cold flood.

“Ah guys… come on seriously! This is the kitchen!” Fucking Shitty Hair, he just had to interrupt! “I mean I’m glad you two finally got your asses together and made out but come on, this is the kitchen! We all eat here you know!” Katsuki lifted his head to see a huge smirk plastered on Eijiro’s face, that fucker had heard him say he loved you and boy was he going to make sure he took it to his grave.

You couldn’t help but to smile as Katsuki chased Eijiro around the common area, screaming threats of death and something about graves as explosions ripped from his palms. Your fingers lingered on your lips as you watched the blonde finally catch his best friend and make him submit in defeat.

Katsuki’s eyes travelled over to you in the kitchen, he could see the wistful look in your eyes but it was your fingers that had his full attention. He watched them as you traced them over your lips slowly, oh how he wanted so badly to replace those fingers with his own lips!

“You have it so bad for, (Name)!” Those were the last words out of Eijiro’s mouth before a loud explosion tore the common room apart, Shitty Hair only saved by his quirk! Safe to say a rather pissed Aizawa made sure to punish both boys for their stupid antics after that!

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vowel-in-thug · 6 years

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hey everyone! it’s that time again! where i grovel :|

once again, i’m short on my rent because the holidays, which i love, fucked me over (unwillingly losing hours at work + paying to fly home = broke as shit.) my dad normally helps me out because he’s the greatest, but he has to arrange my grandfather’s funeral in a couple days, which are not the cheapest things ever, and i don’t want to burden him even more

so, since it’s the holiday season, and tomorrow is #GivingTuesday or whatever, i’m appealing to my wonderful black sails fam and reminding everyone I have a Ko-Fi account and a PayPal.Me account right over here and if you can spare a dime for a bum down on her luck, i’d really, really appreciate it.

and i’m also really slacking on my fic contributions because Life Keeps Happening, i have nothing full to post in order to sweeten the deal, but here’s an excerpt from my Miranda Lives AU which will be finished! sometime! soon! i hope!

thanks to anyone who has read this far, but in this post and my whole discography. bless you all.

Silver sits by the window with the iron leg on, the ties around his stump suffocating. He’d promised Howell he wouldn’t put any pressure on it, and at the time he’d been lying. But just sitting here with the thing strapped on brings a pain both blinding and sharpening. The only thing he can’t seem to focus on is the book in his lap. Instead, he’s maddeningly aware of the sweat itching on his collar, the throb of his leg that reaches all the way up to his hip, the rock and sway of a boat moving forward, the heat from the sun pouring into the window. The clang of steel as Flint teaches Miranda to fight with one eye.

Flint beats Miranda again with a tap of his sword on her shoulder, although it maybe took him a few seconds longer than it had when they first started. Miranda sits down heavily on Flint’s chair, panting hard, sword limp in her hand. She’s not wearing nearly as many layers as she used to, and no corset, but it’s unlike she ever did this much physical activity since childhood. Silver feels tired just looking at her.

“Again,” Flint says. To keep things fair, Flint has one of his eyes covered with a scarf. Silver finds his gaze drifting back to his face time and again and he’s not sure why.

Miranda scowls. Her face is no longer so heavily bandaged, but still she keeps her eye covered. She’s smarter than any man on this ship combined, and doesn’t try to push her recovery by risking infection for the sake of appearance. “I need a moment,” she says, one hand pressed into her stomach, the other resting on her brow.

Flint makes a half amused, half annoyed sound with his mouth. “You’re on my crew now, Mrs. Barlow. Crewmembers don’t argue back when their Captain issues an order.”

She freezes. Face still obscured by her hand, she says, “You’re giving me an order?”

Silver winces, wishing he had a white flag to signal to Flint. His captain is an incredibly intelligent and accomplished man, but one thing he had apparently never learned how to do was to yield.

Flint does that trick with his wrist, making the sword spin in a way that is more distracting than the pain in Silver’s leg. “The only way we agreed this would work,” he says, somehow missing her tone of voice completely, “is if you behaved like any other member of this crew. That means listening to my instruction, and that means being able to defend yourself, being able to fight. I need to have at least one person I can trust to have my back out there.”

Silver looks down at his book, trying to find where he left off. Even though they’re all in this small cabin together, he isn’t a part of this conversation and he shouldn’t be listening.

Miranda takes a moment to respond, and when she does, she doesn’t actually say anything. She stands, so abruptly that Silver can’t help looking back up at her. But then she places her sword gently down on the desk. Silver didn’t think her the type to just quit, and they’re out at sea now. She can’t just quit.

“Miranda —“

“Just a moment,” she says, approaching Silver. She reaches for the bucket of water by his seat and grabs a clean rag. “We’ll begin again. I just need to clean my wound, I think the practice has reopened the stitches.”

Along with the bullet hitting her eye, she’d also been shot through the shoulder. Silver hadn’t seen the injury, but he’d heard it had been pretty straight through and no cause for alarm. But he feels alarmed now, watching as Miranda unbuttoned her shirt right in front of Silver, pushing it off her shoulders to hang by her waist, fully exposing her breasts.

He gets a single flash of heavy, pale, soft skin before his eyes close, his head jerking up to the ceiling. His book falls to the floor.

He hears Flint give an aggravated sigh and says again, “Miranda. Honestly.”

“What?” The voice of an angel. Like Lucifer.

Silver opens his eyes again, but keeps them trained on the ceiling. He waits impatiently for it to fall on him. He can see out the corner of his eye that neither of them have fucking moved an inch. Miranda stands by the desk, half turned to face them both, idly pressing the wet rag into her healing wound. Flint just stands there with his shoulders slouched, still holding his sword tightly. He drags the scarf off his eye and, still gripping it, tugs at his beard. He has made no movement to cover her up, or to do the honorable, decent thing of killing Silver.

Miranda, toplessly, says, “I’m just another member of your crew, sir. Keeping this body free from infection to better serve your cause, sir. Besides, I’ve seen your other men far less undressed and far dirtier than I in my time on this ship, and it hasn’t bothered anyone else.”

“What?” Silver asks the ceiling at the same time Flint demands, “Who?”

“What difference does it make?” she says. “I’m just trying to be the best fighter for you, sir.”

“You’re being ridiculous.”

Another pause. “No. I’m being thorough. Mr. Silver?”

Silver looks at her instinctively, and immediately regrets it. She’s approaching him calmly, but the way her breasts sway with each step feels like an assault. He looks back at the ceiling, but then she’s right next to him, and he can’t not see her, no matter how far he cranes his neck. She drops the wet rag into his lax hands, spins around, and balances herself precariously on the thin edge of his windowseat. Her backside presses softly against his good knee.

“Do you mind bathing the other side?” she says loudly, like there’s either chance the two of them aren’t listening to a word she says. “I can’t reach it so well, and I believe I felt the wound reopen.”

It hasn’t. The drops she felt sliding down her skin were likely sweat, not blood. The puckered hole is healing nicely, not even needing to be bandaged any longer, but Silver does as requested and brings the rag to her shoulder. He has no other move to make. It’s not like he can just get up and walk away from the two of them. And he isn’t a good enough person to refuse.

Somehow, her bare back, her tapered waist over her billowing skirt, seems more obscene than her nude front. He tracks the drops of water over her sharp shoulder blade, and it’s too intimate, too vulnerable. He can’t look anymore so he shifts his gaze to Flint, still at attention with his sword in his hand.

Flint’s in all black, standing in the kind of dusty shade that only exists beside bright sunlight. But Silver can still see his slim waist, his rising chest, the flush sitting high on his cheekbones. The way his bottom lip hangs slightly as he stares at Silver, touching his wife. No, as he stares at Miranda, her naked skin beneath his Quartermaster’s hands.

No. As he stares at Silver and Miranda, together.

There seems to be some kind of argument, some kind of dialogue happening between the two of them that Silver can’t understand. Miranda shifts her body slightly, moving her shoulder against the rag held still in his hand.

Flint opens his mouth as though to say something, and the closes it with a huff, finally looking away.

It’s the end to whatever conversation they’re having. Miranda shoots up suddenly, shrugging her shirt back on as she stomps towards the door. Flint doesn’t watch her.

“I’m going to get something to eat,” she says to the room, before exiting with an angry slam.

Tension hangs in the air like the wet cloth in Silver’s hand. He lets it slip to the floor, and it narrowly misses the book he’d dropped. The sound of it slapping makes Flint turn abruptly back at him. Something he sees on Silver’s face makes the anger bleed out of him, because he just sags, throwing his sword down next to Miranda’s with a lot less care than usual. He collapses into his chair, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

Without looking at Silver, he says, “You think she’ll be alright out there?”

Choosing his words carefully, Silver says, “I don’t think you have to worry about her with the men.”

Flint snorts, dragging his hand through his hair, unsettling his ponytail. Strands come loose, hanging in his face as he says, “I don’t understand what she wants from this. She wants to be part of the crew, but doesn’t want to be treated like part of the crew? It cannot work like that.”

Silver shifts in this seat, trying to relieve some pressure in his leg. He doesn’t say anything.

“Whatever it is you want to say,” Flint says, “just say it.”

“What makes you think I have anything to say?”

“Your eyebrows speak even when your mouth is shut. Just say it.”

Silver scratches at the back of his neck, feeling unusually short of breath, and it’s not because he’s unexpectedly seen a set of breasts, because he isn’t twelve anymore. It’s just the two of them here, which is rare. He likes having Miranda here. He feels less likely to be strangled or to beg to be strangled.

But with just the two of them here, he feels able to uncoil just a little. Just enough to undo the straps on his iron leg. Miranda might soon be more familiar with such bloody cruelty, but she doesn’t have to be introduced to it by him. Flint already knows.

Slowly undoing to ties, and not looking at Flint, Silver says, “She wants the crew to see her as one of the crew. You and she have too much history for you to ever see her as anyone unimportant to you, and she’s smart enough to know you’ll never actually see her as just another pirate. So you treating her like you treat the rest of us, is just you treating her with disrespect.”

The boot falls to floor beside the book, beside the rag, and Silver sighs with relief even as the fresh air stings the raw skin. He’ll put it back on in a little bit. It just needs to breathe, but then he has to put the leg back on. He must.

“And you?” Flint asks. “How do you treat her?”

Silver stops leaning down to pick up the rag. Flint is staring at him now, but he doesn’t look angry. Silver is only learning how to read Flint’s face, but one of the first lessons had been angry or not angry. He doesn’t know how Flint is feeling, but mad isn’t it.

“I treat her like a member of my crew,” Silver says plainly, turning back to his leg with the cloth. “The contentedness of my crew is of the utmost importance, which is the only reason why I’m telling you what I think.”

Flint doesn’t say anything, but he makes a sound that has Silver looking up. It’s a — chuckle, almost. More of a shake of his shoulders and a stuttered puff of air than an actual noise.

It is, on the whole, more shocking than Miranda’s breasts. “What?”

“Nothing, I’m sorry,” Flint says, smirking slightly. “I just. Well, I guess I had nothing to base it on, but I had always gotten the impression that you didn’t know a thing about women.”

“What's to know?” Silver treats all women like how he used to treat a mark. The most important thing to remember is that they probably know more than you ever will. “She's part of my crew.” Flint hums, but it's a contemplative noise, not a dismissive one. Silver continues to bathe his leg, sure that if Flint had anything else to say, he'd just fucking say it. “Miranda and I – ” Flint stops. He's looking straight ahead, at the shapes of light on the wall, opposites of shadow streaming through the window. “We have a different relationship than other people.” “....I'd gathered.” “We've been together for a long time, and we love each other,” Flint says. “But there are certain things.... certain needs....” Silver stops bathing his leg. “We have an understanding,” Flint continues, toying with the fringe on his belt. “And I can't help but notice... If she wants... and you want... well, I won't take offense. Or try to interfere.” What? “What?” Flint sighs, finally looking his way. “Her happiness is always a concern, but an area I've too often neglected. We have – different needs. We’re both well aware of it. And I have no intention of intruding on what happiness she finds for herself, from whatever corner it comes.” Silver is generally smart on the uptake, but it takes him too long to understand what happiness Flint is referring to. In his defense, it's been a long time since he's been associated with anyone's happiness. “Captain,” Silver says, louder than he'd intended. “Do you take me for a stupid man?” Flint blinks. “No. I mean. Not recently. I'm not trying to trick y– ” “Do you think,” Silver interrupts. “given the man I was up until recently, that I would have survived as long as I have by ever getting involved with a married woman? Are you insane?” “I'm giving you permission,” Flint insists. The tips of his ears are turning red. “I'm just thinking about what she might want.” “And what about you?” Silver says without thought. “What is it that you want?” The look Flint gives him this time is not unreadable. Instead, Silver translates a thousand different meanings in the tick of his cheek, the movement of his eyes, how quickly he looks away. Every one makes Silver's heart expand like a full sail, stretched taut and liable to tear before an unrelenting wind. “That's my concern,” Flint says, standing up suddenly. “I must go check on Miranda.” On his way to the door, he adds without turning around, “I'll fetch you some fresh water.” And then Silver is alone, his heart still rippling in his chest. He has no idea which direction it's blowing in. He has no idea where it's taking him, and he's helpless to do anything but stay the course.

#literally me rn #broke and desperate as usual #silverflint #black sails #miranda au #i was keeping it a secret that miranda loses her eye OH WELL #though i must point out that yes this is an EXCERPT because the thing is #of course #long #sigh #thanks for listening!#hey look it's my suffering #of the most literally kind #if you can't contribute no worries at all because i know how that is but if you like the story so far please let me know because i am #so fuckin unsure of it haha

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paperficwriter · 7 years

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Coffee Drabble: Last Night’s Mistakes

Another Lucifer request! This is an AU, and some of the characters referenced here are from a longer piece, which you can find on AO3!

Cut for length, not for content

It’s not too late to drop a donation and request your own coffee-related drabble. Full details are over on this post. I’ll be doing this all through the month of June!

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It was a simple cause and effect that Lucifer was finding particularly enjoyable. Every time his spoon scraped the porcelain rim or bottom of his coffee cup, Takehiko’s eyes would narrow just a little more. Then they would relax, and he would do it again. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as when Amelio had brought out breakfast for him: a steaming serving of blood pudding with malt vinegar. Takehiko had immediately gone very, very green at that.

“Could you please stop doing that?” Takehiko asked as he held his head in his hands. He was still in his black silk pajamas, his feet bare under the booth table, toes cracking against the floor. Lucifer, meanwhile, was the picture of pristine business in his suit and tie, wings preened and glossy at his shoulders.

“What was that?” Lucifer’s voice was louder than it probably needed to be, but he certainly wasn’t hungover, so what did he care? “Would you like to take a look around my establishment that you destroyed last night and reconsider asking me for anything?”

For a moment, Takehiko did, abashed from under his mess of bangs hanging over his face. Ex Lux was...a ‘wreck’ would be a polite and simple way of putting it. Every member of the staff - except Amelio, who was acting as Lucifer’s go-between and also supplying their hot beverages - was sweeping away broken glass and detritus, wiping down tables, and hosing...unmentionables out of the bathrooms.

“I should have thrown you out as soon as you even uttered the words ‘bachelor party.’” Lucifer shook his head for about the fiftieth time in the entire hour. Since he had dragged Takehiko out of bed to dine with him, it felt like he was saying the same things over and over again. It didn’t bother him, though. If he could have branded his anger on his offspring’s brain, he would have. “Of all the foolish garbage…”

“I said I was sorry. I even offered to pay for any damages --”

“Your stepmother is absolutely beside herself.”

Takehiko glared, the venom somewhat dulled by the bags under his eyes. “Don’t call her that. She is not my stepmother.”

“She wouldn’t even sleep with me last night! She locked herself away in the east wing! You need to apologize for that. Now.”

Taking a sip of his black coffee, Takehiko sighed. “I promise I’ll apologize to her as soon as I see her ag--”

“Not to her!” Takehiko nearly dropped the cup to press a hand to the side of his head at the sharp outburst. “To me! My own son, denying me my nightly desires. It’s deplorable. You get that from your mother.”

“Father, please…”

Lucifer had told himself that he wasn’t even going to be present for the affair. Takehiko had gotten his way, after hours of explaining what fantastic publicity and all it would be to have the current King of Hell’s bachelor party at Lucifer’s esteemed Ex Lux night club. But when the noise had gotten so raucous that his own chamber was vibrating with it, Lucifer decided he should...check in.

Despite his wishes, Mazikeen had insisted on coming along, something that he now regretted even more entirely. The sight that greeted him was...well, Lucifer had gone through many millennia and had seen many a debaucherous collective of filth - and had been party to it - but his entire club was packed with every brand of demon, beastman and lesser devil that he could think of, drinking directly from bottles of his most expensive liquor, howling and screaming like animals.

And, as the final delight to this terrible concoction, every table in the establishment was occupied by Siren dancers, their voices haunting and captivating the assembled, though not as much as the items of clothing they were removing, teasingly stepping away from outstretched, grabbing hands.

Lucifer had been so occupied finding Takehiko that for a moment, he lost sight of Mazikeen. Aside from actually allowing this bacchanalia to take place, that was his real mistake.

It was only once he had found the extremely inebriated Takehiko, grabbing him by his open jacket, that he turned to find the demoness hauled up onto the makeshift stage on the dance floor. Both sides of Mazikeen’s face were as red as the simple dress she had been wearing, and she stood shocked and still, unable to move and surrounded by sweating, snarling faces whistling and calling for her to dance even as she shook her head.

He may have no longer been the King, but no one was stupid enough to lift a hand when Lucifer’s fury parted the crowd like a tornado, his cold, commanding voice breaking through the din, ordering that the party was over, that he would burn anyone who remained. Within probably minutes, the club was empty.

“Just...tell me that you will not speak a word of this to Hela.”

Lucifer was so engrossed in recalling the disgusting visions of the night before that he realized he was sipping at an empty cup. “Hela will not know a thing of it.” He let relief wash over Takehiko before he added, a smile at last touching his features, “But her uncle Thor may have gotten one or two messages from me this morning.”

Takehiko looked like he was going to be sick again, but this time, Lucifer somehow doubted it was the hangover.

#my paperfics #coffee drive #lucifer #lucifer x mazikeen

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fellulahh · 4 years

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I would love if you could write the brothers and Diavolo’s way of proposing. (A part 2 could even be about the wedding if it intrigues you) Thanks.

Thank you for the suggestion! I’ve done them as little HCs but I wouldn’t be opposed to expanding on them and turning any into a drabble should anyone want me to😸

How he proposes (brothers and Diavolo)

Lucifer:

- Lucifer is a very organised man so you can bet he has a whole big plan for the proposal

- He treats MC to the most luxurious dinner in the poshest restaurant in Devildom

- He also buys her the most beautiful gown to wear

- MC can sense something is up because Lucifer is unusually quiet

- After their romantic dinner has come to an end, they walk underneath the stars hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation

- As they’re about to go through the door, Lucifer stops MC

- He moves a piece of hair out of her face and tells her “there’s one more thing I’d like to do tonight” before dropping to his knee

- Has a very emotional speech that he recites to her, admitting how much she’d changed him for the better, how he’s never felt this way about anyone etc before eventually asking her “Will you marry me?”

Mammon:

- His is a really cute proposal and it’d be really intimate

- Like there’s no big charades involved, Mammon just keeps the ring in his pocket at all times until the perfect moment occurs

- That moment happens when the pair are in bed together cuddling

- He’s gushing over how cute MC is, just staring down at her peaceful face before realising ‘perhaps I should do it now?’

- His heart begins to quicken as his forehead begins to sweat as he nervously asks “are ya happy being with me?”

- MC starts smiling and expressing how she adores him - she then asks him why he’d ask such thing

- “Well I’ve been think I love ya a lot...and part of me wants to prove it to you.”

- When MC shoots him a confused look, he sheepishly pulls out the ring from his pocket and flashes a cheesy grin

Levi:

- His is a really thoughtful proposal. He’s very nervous of thinking of a plan himself so he decides to be creative about it

- He takes inspiration from MC’s favourite film/tv show, one that she never stops talking about

- He’ll plan everything very strategically. He’d made sure he has the perfect clothing so that he looks like her favourite character, he’d change his room around to add little details

- MC’s not phased when she enters the room, Levi does enjoy doing role play after all so she thought this was just another one of his fantasies

- But then she realises ‘wait a minute, this seems a lot like...’

- As Levi nervously drops to one knee, MC can’t believe her eyes ‘this is exactly the way they did it on XX!’

- She has the biggest smile on her face when Levi sheepishly asks her to marry him

Satan:

- He’s pretty smooth with his proposal, he’s not nervous about it at all

- In fact he has it all planned out. He ties a piece of string to the ring and carefully lodges it in one of his favourite books (the string appearing as a book mark). He then places the book back onto the shelf and awaits the perfect moment to execute his plan

- When him and MC are getting ready for bed, he asks her “do you mind just getting my favourite book?”

- She gets up and pulls it off the shelf “this one?” “Yes and do you mind just opening it on the page I’ve saved?”

- As she does so her eyes widen completely as she sees the ring hanging there “is this what I think it is?”

- “What else would it be?” He smirks, “well you didn’t write ‘will you marry me?’ in here”

- “I’m not going to deface a book, MC.”

Asmo:

- He pulls out all the strings for his proposal, I means it’s a HUGE deal that someone has managed to tie down the avatar of lust

- You can bet it’s super super cheesy as well (and a little cliche but we love our dramatic fifth born)

- MC would be walking through the house and suddenly notice a load of rose petals on the floor

- Confused, she’d start following the trail, eventually ending up at hers and Asmo’s room. She’d open the door and just see him laying on the red with a rose in his mouth

- “What on earth are you doing?!” She’d laugh hysterically

- He’d get defensive at her reaction, jumping up from the bed “you’re not supposed to laugh at me when I propose to you!” He whines

- “When you WHAT”

Beel:

- MC always bakes for Beel so for his proposal, Beel wanted to return the favour

- He tries incredibly hard to bake cupcakes (it was hard enough to avoid eating the ingredients let alone actually make them)

- Eventually he succeeds and he’s really proud of himself

- Tries to ice letters onto each cake, tongue poking out of his lips as he does so

- Eventually he has enough iced cakes to spell out ‘will you marry me’ (there’s no ‘?’ because he caved and ate that cupcake but how important is punctuation anyway?)

- Lays them all delicately on a tray before carrying it to his bedroom where MC was

- “I’ve made you something.” He smiles, placing the tray down on the bed

- MC almost faints when she reads them, unable to believe he just sprung this huge question on her

- “So what do you say?” He asks with a smile, plonking down on the bed beside her as he pulls out a ring

Belphie:

- Belphie would be surprisingly romantic with his proposal

- He’d spend the whole day in the attic, setting up the perfect scene with pillows, blankets and candles

- He wants to propose to MC in the same place they met. Although there are some dark memories in the room at the top of the house, he wants to forget them and replace them with happy ones

- Tells MC he’s got a surprise for her and blindfolds her before leading her up the stairs

- He can’t help the smile on his face as he pushes open the door and removes her blindfold

- Immediately her face is really cheery as she steps into the room, admiring all of his efforts “Belphie it looks beautiful, what’s it all for?” She asks turning around

- There he is on one knee! “I wanted it to be special when I asked you.”

Diavolo:

- Diavolo would be very excited but also very nervous about his proposal because there’s a lot of pressure on him (I mean what if MC said ‘no’??)

- He requests Barbatos not to disturb them for the evening

- They’re stood on his balcony in his bedroom overlooking Devildom under a beautiful night’s sky

- Diavolo would be unusually serious as he asks MC “are you happy here?”

- When she answers positively, a relieved smile appears on his face before he asks “can you see yourself staying here?”

- Once again, when MC replies with “of course” and smiles warmly at him , Diavolo takes that as his cue

- He falls to one knee, pulling out the ring with one hand, “then stay with me, MC. Be my Queen.”

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me mammon #obey me one shot #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanons #obey me hc

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yukiobeyme · 4 years

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Hi! I saw your hc of the brothers reacting to a mc playing the harp. Do you think you could do hc with an skilled painter mc too? I study art, but due to a depressive episode i stoped painting, i started painting again a few days ago and remembered how much i enjoy it. Maybe due to the studys of the devildom she didnt have time for a while? Its ok if you dont want to or feel uncomfortable:)

Sorry, it took forever but hopefully, this suffices. It’s the longest thing I have ever written for Obey Me (5.6k words) The picture that is included is drawn by me, which is a painting that is featured in Detroit Become Human. It was in chapter 6 for Marcus, and the painting is human- hope. So, yea I hope you all enjoy and it’s just as good as the harp fic I did.

This is also like how the brothers try to help you with depression too because I need it lol. The first half is them noticing that you aren’t doing art anymore then you randomly paint then its the brother’s reaction though I don’t know if their reaction is long enough.

I am behind on requests but feel free to send stuff, I’m doing online classes so I have more free time and on my computer constantly. I think I’m finally gonna catch up on everything.

Trigger Warning for Depression and not necessarily Eating Disorder Otherwise Nonspecific but MC struggles to eat while depressed.

Art was something you always did. It was started as an innocent hobby, then you started to doodle on your assignments and notes. If there were paper and pencil around, there was bound to be one of your drawings on it eventually. In high school, you decided to take Art as your elective of choice, and during that time you learn what your favorite medium was and what your art style is. You found out you like paints the most; acrylics were the easiest for you, it was the most forgiving of the paints, watercolor you loved but it took work and concentration to do, and oil paint you practiced loved to hate. Oil was always so hard to work with, at first you always overworked the paint and left it looking dull and sad looking, but you were determined to get it right. Your final project was a huge oil painting, you took your time to plan and layout that painting. The topic you chose was the fall of angels, which you didn’t know much about. You knew about the Celestial Realm and Devildom, everyone does but it’s not like humans can walk freely in either of the realms. You debated back and forth if you should do a generic angel or if you should have more fun with it and recapture the fall of a true angel. Your research led you to learn about six brothers that fell around the same time. You recognized the first name easily, Lucifer; he was prideful and what everyone refers to the most powerful demon. He fell from Heaven after he became so impressed with his own beauty, intelligence, power, and position that he began to desire for himself the honor and glory that belonged to God alone. This pride represents the actual beginning of sin in the universe—preceding the fall of the human Adam by an indeterminate time. The other names, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor didn’t seem to ring any bells, but you took the time to try and research each on. You decided to capture all their falls in one painting, they fell in the order of power. Lucifer would be the furthest one down the canvas and that’s why Belphegor would be at the top still within the clouds. The painting ended up looking amazing and still hangs on the wall in your living room, it was the first decoration piece you ever put up.

Fast forward to when you were whisked away to Devildom to be an exchange student. They were nice enough to give you time to pack things, only 15 minutes to pack a year's worth of things. You grabbed random clothes and stuffed them in a bag, you grabbed your favorite stuff animal and went immediately went to your desk where you kept all your painting supplies. You made sure to grab as many different colors as possible, all different brush sizes and your two sketches that could handle the paint medium. You decided to grab your phone and its charger though you knew it probably wouldn’t work in Devildom. With one last glance around your house, you paused and looked at the oil painting before telling the demon that you were ready to start this adventure.

Much to your surprise, you were met with faces that were familiar. Though it wasn’t because you had met them before rather it was because you studied their faces and bodies to paint them. You were flushed the whole time they introduced themselves and was even more flustered when you realized you would be living with them for the next year. If they noticed, they didn’t say much about it. You knew they noticed your stares though. You were studying their faces, trying to recall if you captured them right, if your references were accurate or not.

You tried to do some form of art every day, from doodles or painting. Usually, you would sketch something during your breaks and paint them once you were back at the House of Lamentation. The brothers knew you painted but you always requested to be left alone. This was the time you played the music you wanted and get lost in the brush strokes. It was your stress release, something you found joy in, the way you reconnected with your body.

But within a month of being an exchange student, your RAD work piled up and instead of sketching during breaks you had to start studying and doing work to ensure you stayed on top of everything. The mix of stress and not taking care of yourself led you down a spiraling depression. You gave up painting and daily self-care was sparse and very little. You stayed up late and woke up early to get as much work done as possible, food was on the small side and on the go food.

You had gone shopping with Asmodeus and grabbed canvases, the now gathered dust in the corner of your room. Somewhere still blank and others left unfinished, but you could never push yourself to pick up your paintbrushes. Sometimes you would pull out all your material and just sit and stare at the canvas until you gave up and left it alone. Soon the brothers decided to make a schedule so that you never alone and offer you different types of support that were unique to them. They never pushed you to pick up painting again, though they tried to encourage it and encourage you to take care of yourself.

Lucifer:

Lucifer noticed how your habits changed, while he never saw your finished art pieces, he saw bits and pieces. He noticed that you like to draw what was around you, he had seen you draw the RAD, the House of Lamentation, and even sketches of his brothers and himself. When you stopped drawing in the morning, he just figured you weren’t as inspired, but then the dark circles under your eyes formed, skipping meals or eating too little, and how you sometimes drifted in class.

He thought it should be his job to help you, but he didn’t know how. For the first time in centuries, he felt powerless. He decided whenever you skipped meals, he would find ways to get you to eat. In the morning if you skipped breakfast, he grabbed a fruit and a granola bar to hand to you. Or when you skipped dinner, he brought the food to wherever you were studying. He made the time to sit with you, while you ate, bringing work of his own to do. He would try to brush off as he simply wanted to work in a different area when in reality, he wanted to make sure you ate.

Finally, Lucifer would ask if you had drawn or painted recently. Your grimace told him everything, “No, I haven’t been inspired recently,” you shrugged it off hoping he would drop it. But instead, he poked and tried to get more information from you. You broke after a while spilling all the struggles you have been facing and how the stress-induced depression, you assured him you been through it before and you would be fine but right now it just felt like loneliness and darkness.

While Lucifer didn’t show it, it broke his heart to hear you say that. He figured you were stressed, and you seemed down, but he didn’t know it was too this magnitude. He did his best to support and encourage you in any way he could, hoping that it would help somehow. He offered to tutor you and help you with homework in hopes to lighten your load. He knew he should tell Diavolo, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. This felt too intimate to disclose to him, he felt happy and privileged that you shared it with him, and he didn’t want to break that. At least you were talking to someone.

Mammon:

Mammon was oblivious to how your schedule and habits changed. It wasn’t until Beelz mentioned that he hadn’t seen you eat yet today during lunch. Then it clicked how he hadn’t seen you as much or rather how he had to seek you out constantly to get the attention he deserved from you.

He started to pay more attention to you and something seemed missing from your stack of books but could never place it until he came to your room and say your sketchbook on the floor under all your books. It clicks he doesn’t remember the last time he saw you drawing or doodling.

He then noticed your tired eyes, your slow-moving, and you did skip a lot of meals or at very little. He totally increased how much he spent with you, even when you claimed to have too much work to do. He would simply sit at your feet and lean against you. You would occasionally drop your hand down and play with his hair. You noticed the increase of affection and time he spent with you and at first, you were annoyed with it but soon you enjoyed the quiet company. Once Mammon saw you were happy to have him around, he started talking to you about his random schemes; which never failed to make you smile and laugh. He soon made it his goal to make sure you were always laughing and smiling, he never wanted it to stop.

You didn’t disclose everything to Mammon, but you talked about your feelings to him. In some ways it was hard not too, having him so close but you couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. He comforted you to the best of his ability, sometimes he said the wrong things, but he tried and attempted to fix it.

He would surprise you with small gifts, one day at lunch he managed to get a yakisoba bread and you were surprised when he offered you the whole thing instead of just wanting to split it. You offered to split it with him and you wouldn’t take no for an answer. You both ate you halves outside, and you couldn’t help but cuddle up against him. When you finished your food, you gave Mammon a peak of the cheek. He flushed immediately and you hooked your arms together and walked to class with him. Needless to say, he bragged about it to the brother’s group chat and he was made fun of because of how he blushed for the rest of the day.

Leviathan:

Noticed the symptoms immediately, he had been through similar things. That there were times he stopped video games and anime or stopped finding the enjoyment from it. Though because he was constantly in his room, no one would notice.

He simply offered you silent support, making sure you were never alone or in one place for too long. He would try to drag you away for a quick game or anime or watch him play a game. You finally asked why he was spending more time with you and he would bashfully say while he didn’t know how you felt, he felt like he had been through similar things. It broke your heart to hear that and you pulled him into a tight hug. Later that night, you went to his room bringing tea for both of you and you both stayed up way too late talking to each other. It seemed like talking about it help life some of the pressure off you.

He said his door was always open to you, and while you didn’t always take him up on it, you occasionally when to study and watch him play whatever game he was currently playing. It was nice to have his company, even if you didn’t talk, it was comforting to be in the company that understood your feelings.

During class, he sat to your left while Beelz sat to your right. Levi made sure to nudge you if your attention seemed to diverge from the lecture and always offer you his notes if you missed anything. He also showed you places to hide in RAD, if you wanted to hide during lunch but his only request was you took food and ate it. He said he would prefer to hang out as well but respected your privacy if you truly wanted to be alone.

Would try and encourage you to paint or draw again. Asking you to draw him some character from his games or anime. You occasionally you would indulge in drawing whatever he wanted. Overall, Levi was your quiet support and you were grateful for it, to be able to sit in quiet and not to be asked what is wrong or must talk was a perfect escape sometimes.

Satan:

He was worried about you, he offered to take you to the library for a new place to study. He would read your textbooks to you. He would read it whether you were in his room, the library, or curled up on his bed. Though most times if he read to you on his bed, you would drift off to sleep listening to his voice. He would always smile whenever you managed to fall asleep, it comforted him that he was able to help you fall asleep.

Satan would find books about depression, but he was uncertain because it sounded to clinically and he doubted that it was really like how the book described. Though he continued to research, trying to find out ways to support you. Online forums and talking to the brothers about the things they were doing and what seemed to help you.

He would stumble sometimes but you couldn’t help but feel touched he tried so hard. When you say the help guide and books he had, you cried. You couldn’t believe someone would care this much about you and want to help you. He was there to comfort you and once you calmed down you thanked him and laugh, “I was wondering why your actions seemed straight from a self-help book, Thank you,” you kissed him on the cheek and gave up studying for the day to hang out and cuddle with him. He would ask what he could do to help, what things he did that helped or hurt you. You would drift off to sleep with a smile on your face.

When you weren’t reading together and Satan would play drama, especially Korean Dramas, something you introduced to him. He would play your favorite one, the one you have already watched together and that you have seen a million times, but still loved it and reacted to the story every time. Sometimes Satan would quote the show and act dramatically to make you smile and laugh.

But there were hard times with Satan, he was the Avatar of Wrath, after all, he would get annoyed at the situation, but never at you. He always made sure that you knew that, though occasionally he would say something that he would immediately apologize for it. He tells you; he feels worthless and helpless. He wanted to help you and make it all better, but he knew that isn’t how it works.

Asmodeus:

Much like Mammon, offered you comfort and affection. Whisking you away to get the newest coffee or tea at the café, shopping, bubble baths, and doing skincare with him. While you tried to protest, he was consistent, and most times was a success. He starts to offer to go the café to study for a change of scenery, offering to quiz you while you took the bubble bath, or doing face masks that you could put on and study for a bit while it dried.

“Stress isn’t good for your skin. Neither is not sleeping,” Asmodeus would tell you pointedly.

Never directly asked what was wrong, but constantly reminded you he was there for you if you ever needed him or wanted to talk. While you didn’t to it often, instead of talking to him you would seek him out to cuddle and of course, he never denied it. It was a guaranteed break for you and most times you fell asleep.

Whenever he took you shopping, he would drag you to the art store encouraging to buy art supplies, he ended up buying you new paintbrushes, paint, and canvas. Telling you there wasn’t any rush to paint anything, but it would just be there in case you hit inspiration. He would always joke that you could paint him or “paint him like a French girl,” and would flash you a cheeky grin. You would laugh and shove his shoulder.

Sat behind you in most of your class and whenever he had the change, he would give you affection. He would pass you notes constantly, sometimes it was drawings of his own. Sometimes they were beautiful and amazing other times he drew funny sketches. You quickly found out who drew Lucifer riding the unicorn and Diavolo in the dress. The funny sketches also included exaggerated drawings of the teachers or his brothers, which was so hard not to laugh in class so you could only turn around and glare at him, that didn’t last long before you broke out into a smile and shook your head at him.

Beelzebub:

Noticed you lack interest of food and lack of eating immediately. Was constantly bring you snacks and sharing them with you. He sometimes was sneaky with it, dropping it off fruit slices and sitting it beside you and leaving. Then coming back later to see the empty plate and he was beaming. Would study with you and sat near you in class, whenever he pulled out a snack, he would set it in between you, in hopes you would snack on his food.

Whenever it was his turn to cook, he would find out your favorite comfort food; whether it was something from Devildom or Human food. Trying to make sure the food was as appetizing as possible and mouth-watering in hopes to entice you.

Would always be proud whenever you ate and encouraged yourself to be a glutton sometimes. Beelzebub was also your teddy bear, always down to engulf you in a hug and study with you occasionally. He would also tell you stories and memories about Lilith, times in the Celestial Realm, or random memories that were simply used as a distraction or calm you down when you got too tense about your schoolwork.

Beelzebub would also be the one that read you bedtime stories when you couldn’t sleep, it always made you laugh. He would do the voices and everything, as you cuddle against him. It became a normal thing to wake up to see Beelzebub leaning against you bed, he would admit he was checking on you during the middle of the night and decided to stay just in case you needed him.

He always checked up on you and while he was the Avatar of Gluttony, he indulged you in other things than food. He gave you a lot of praise and even small trinkets he found while he was out shopping.

He was just always there for you and he had his alerts on specifically for you. He would always reply with lightning speed. He was also the one that came up with the idea to not let you be alone too long and create the shifts between the brothers. While it was annoying in some ways you couldn’t help but feel touched by their efforts

Belphegor:

Consistently offered and told you take a break and naps. He would drag you to the planetarium to study and while he offered to study with you, he would end up dozing off at some point. It always made you smile. You would go snag his blanket and tuck him in.

He would constantly wrap you up in blankets and cling to you like a koala, trying to make sure you were as comfortable as possible as you study. He even would offer you to use his pillow that he carried around. While you were hesitant, but you adored how Belphegor smelled and often found comfort in that. He would be able to help you learn about the stars and constellations. He could talk forever about it and often did. He knew all the stories behind them, what they looked like and could point them out.

Sometimes you would count the stars with him to fall asleep. Belphegor was known to tuck you in, he would kiss you on your forehead and whenever he found you asleep, he would join you. It was the simple things that made you feel a little better and loved. Never forced you to talk about anything, but whenever he noticed you were staring off into space, he would begin to ramble about everything and anything. Trying to ground you and bring you back to the present.

He knew where to find you whenever you couldn’t sleep, and you weren’t in your room and he told the other brothers but always told them he would go and comfort and hang out with you. You were in the planetarium, it where he went when he couldn’t sleep or felt restless. He would sit beside you and sit in silence, he usually had a blanket to drape over the both of you. You would lean again him and rest his head on your shoulder, bringing in his smell and feel some of your tensions melt away.

Finally, one random day, you had inspiration hit you. Asmodeus had bought you a canvas and it was huge, and you knew the painting had to be just right. You decided to paint it outside, thinking maybe getting some vitamin D would help as well. You gathered your art stuff before you headed out. You ran into Satan as you made your way outside, you flashed him a shy smile and he offered to help you carry out your things. You were in the garden and you slowly set up; Satan helped you set up before disappearing. You grabbed your pencil and started to sketch out your painting. You heard someone approaching you and it was Satan though he was carrying a book before finding a place to sit near you in the shade. You gave him a soft smile before you went back to work. Before you knew it, you were loaded up your pallet with all different colors and started to paint. You allowed yourself to get lost in the painting. Letting your mind go blank and allowing your hand to take over the paint strokes. You didn’t notice the crowd that gathered behind you, you were completely lost in the joy of the painting. Your smile only continued to go the more and more you painted, you remembered how much you loved painting; the tension in your shoulders started to release and you felt renewed. Once you were finished you stepped back to see the painting in the full picture. You looked behind you to see all the brothers behind you, looking at your painting.

“It’s beautiful,” Satan said setting his book down and the other brothers nodded in agreement.

“Thank you… for everything,” you started and continued when you saw the brothers confused looks, “For supporting me and reminding me to take care of myself,” you flashed all of them a small smile.

“It’s inspired by all of you. That you reached out to me and reminded me of the hope that it gets better, even if it takes a while or doesn’t feel like it ever would.” All the brothers looked touched, but your words and it was Beelz that pulled you into a hug first. Soon you were getting hugs from all the brothers except Lucifer who gave a nod, you knew that later in private you would get a quick hug from him later.

Lucifer:

Lucifer had a sense of pride in seeing you paint again. Seeing you so engrossed in your work and how confidently your paint strokes were. He loved watching how the colors swirled together and how the painting slowly came to life. He realized he could watch you paint all day; he would later ask if you were willing to paint him something for his office. He would let you in his office and look around to get an idea of the mood of the room and how much space you had to work with. When you finished the painting, Lucifer hung it up almost immediately. He whenever he was stressed and tense, he would find himself looking at it, following the swirls of the colors to calm himself.

He also adored to indulge you in more expensive paints, which always took your breath away. He would allow you in his office to paint if you wanted. Most times Lucifer was working on papers, but occasionally he would play the piano, soft melodies that were soothing. It became a tradition that once a week, you would go to his office to paint or draw. Asking his opinions on sketches and if you should follow through with them or change it up.

Mammon:

He was taken back by how beautiful you looked as you painted. You were so carefree and happy; it took his breath away. He watched how your body moved as you painted, how smooth and elegant it looked. It was angelic, he was the only brother that dared to approach you; he would sit down on the grass and watch you.

He never formally requested any paintings from you, but you ended up painting him something anyway. You bought a copy of the magazine he was on the cover of and recreated it for him to hang up in his room. He was speechless when you gave it to him, you decided to do it more of an abstract with lots of colors. He hung it up on his wall and whenever he looked at it, he would smile and blush, it seemed so intimate that you painted him. That you probably spend a lot of time looking at his face to recreate it. He was greedy and craved watching you paint; for some reason, it was soothing for him and it made you happy so in turn, it made him happy.

Leviathan:

He watched in amazement, seeing you so shy and in a shy to being confident and standing tall. HE was in awe; his mouth fell open at some point. He felt like a child again, recalling how he has memories of having similar reactions when Lucifer did things. He followed you paint strokes, watching the painting come to life. When you turned around, he gave you the biggest smile, he was so happy to see you so passionate and happy with your work.

Even though the memory of being chased by Henry 1.0 was fresh in your mind, you decided to recapture him for Levi. So he could always have him hanging in his room. Levi was speechless when he saw it, he would whisper thank you to you. His smile made it so worth it.

Satan:

He found it super important to text his brothers that you were painting in the garden or about to start. The chat blew up with excitement. He grabbed a random book; he had no intention to read the book, but he didn’t want you to think he was staring at you. He sat underneath the trees near you and opened the book and started to pretend to read. He was amazing and honored that he could watch the full process of watching your painting coming to life. From the rough sketch, then the base paint, and then watching you add more and more color. When he saw his brothers come out, he raised one finger to his lips, to ensure they stayed quiet.

He didn’t ask you to paint him anything but asked if he could watch you occasionally. Which you mostly agreed to, though with more intimate projects you would tell him next time. You ended up painting himself something anyways. It was an old-world map, Fra Mauro map. It was made in Italy and even included the Garden of Eden. When he first saw it, he was speechless, he was excited though. This painting would go so well in his room, it matches the old-world library setting he had in his room. He was even more excited because he has a book about old-world maps that Fra Mauro is featured in it. The hug he pulled you into took your breath away, but you felt so happy because of his reaction.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was excited to see you painting again. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t attractive to watch you get lost in your art. While he was watching you paint, he couldn’t stop thinking about what other things you could paint and wondered if you would be okay with painting him like a French girl. Soon he disregarded the thoughts and simply appreciate the art in front of him, though he decided that you were really the masterpiece here.

Instead of painting Asmodeus a picture on canvas, you asked him to take off his shirt and lay down on his bed. You had brought your paints and paint brushed, while he was confused, he complied.

“This is going to be cold, sorry,” you gave him a heads up before you painted the stroke on his back. Asmodeus love it, you were turning him into a piece of your art. It felt intimate and precious. Though it was cold, and he complained and shivered, he was excited to see the final product.

Once you were done, you took a picture of your painting on his and yours D.D.D. You told him you combined two of your favorite paintings by Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night but instead of the yellow stars, it was Van Gogh’s sunflowers.

Beelzebub:

He was the most excited out of the brothers, he was so happy to see you painting again. Seeing it come to life right in front of him, gave him a new appreciation for art. He could have watched you paint forever, you looked so carefree and relaxed. He didn’t know how much he missed your smile. After you were done and the painting was dried, he would ask if he could trace the colors. He would pull you into a huge hug and spin you around, making you cling onto him and laughing.

Beelz would ask instead of painting him something if you could have a paint night with him. You decided to pull up a Bob Ross video and follow it together. The results were dramatic, yours look close to Ross’ but had your unique style, while Beelz tried his hardest and it did resemble the reference paint. You started to giggle at his painting and before you knew it, Beelz took his extra paint and flung it at you. You let out a shriek before joining in, in the end, you both ended up covered in paint and laughing at each other.

Belphegor:

Belphegor was napping when his D.D.D started going off like crazy, he was annoyed until he saw that it was about you were about to paint. It gave him a jolt of energy to rush out to the garden. He was the last brother to get there. Standing behind you, he watched how your brush danced across the page and how your body swayed. You seem in your element and lost in your work. It was so relaxing to watch you paint, how the colors swirled together and just seeing how relaxed and happy you were seemed to rub off on him.

You knew you didn’t have to paint Belphie anything, but you couldn’t help yourself. You knew exactly what you wanted to draw anyways. You set up in the Planetarium and went to work to capture the sky above you. Belphie ended up joining you, he grabbed his blanket and sat behind you before curling up and watching you paint. It wasn’t long before you heard his soft snores behind him. You chuckled at him before going back to work. When you were finished you saw he was still asleep, you couldn’t help yourself. You crept near him with a paintbrush in hand and touched his cheek with it. He woke up immediately due to the cold paint, you soon were fighting over the paintbrush. You didn’t stand a chance against him, once he had the paintbrush in hand, he gave your cheek the same treatment. You both began to laugh and once you had calmed down, you showed him the painting you did for him. He pulled you into a hug, rubbing his painted cheek against yours to smear the paint even more.

When it was time for you to leave Devildom, you gave the brothers the painting. They tried to refuse but you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Please, it’s a way for you to remember me. You inspired me to do and it’s a reminder to have hope that I’ll be back soon,” you told them a little teary-eyed. You knew you were going to miss all of them so much, but you had a renew sense and passion for painting and the brothers and Devildom has inspired a lot more pieces as soon as you got back to Earth.

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