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smoft-demons · 15 days

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MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

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Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

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Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

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Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

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Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

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Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

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theseaofstarlitdreams · 3 months

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PLATONIC WHB! KINGS WITH A SIBLING READER w/ HYPERSOMNIA

I took inspo from OM Belphie for the reader, but made them not an asshole and cuddly. you/you're pronouns for reader, though reader has a dick in Leviathans. Reader is younger than the kings, a child/young teen( I have no clue how age works in Hell) probably shit grammar. Mammon's was short as balls, I'm sorry my fellow ass enjoyer.

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SATAN

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-Average older sibling experience.

-Satan nicknamed you whiskers to piss you off. That is only for your ears though. In public, he either calls you by your name, or calls you 'sleepy'. Thats it, that's the headcannon/j

-Satan loves messing with you while you sleep. stealing your pillows, taking your blankets, throwing you off of whatever surface your onn...

-Poured ice water on you once trying to piss you off. It failed. You got up, and went back to sleep on the warm part of the floor :(

-He let Sitiri give you black tea ONE TIME. Never again. You were bouncing off the walls for two hours, and then passed out for the rest of the day. Hence, you are banned from drinking black tea (He never said anything about coffee. DON'T LET HIM KNOW)

-One time, you two got into a big ass fight about something,(You were too sleepy to care or remember what it was) and so, you decide to go sleep with Sitiri. While the cuddles were very nice, Satan was much more than pissed when he found out. If looks could kill, the Milky Way wouldn't have bothered exploding, it would have just evaporated.

-You got banned from cuddling with Sitiri after that.

-After the angels started invading Gehenna, Satan wouldn't let you sleep outside. Only in your room, or his, preferably. that way he can make sure you're safe from harm And other demons trying to cuddle with you

-He's a big tease, but he doesn't let anyone else do that. Ppyong got thrown a few times because they kept waking you up, and Satan got mad because how dare someone else tease his little sibling Ppyong was being annoying.

-He loves you a shit ton, and actually hates it when you get really mad at him. Because then you ignore him and find someone else to cuddle with, and Satan HATES that. So, only teasing and friendly banter.

-I'll leave this here, but I feel like he's a big cuddler. He likes you close at night, so he knows your safe, within his arms, of course.

-He's also a fucking oven. With that much rage in that small body? That shit emanates warmth like the fucking sun, and his bath card says he can even heat bathwater with his rage. Good for cuddles, of course.

"Eh? You woke up. shocker. Go back to sleep, I'll be right here still..." `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

BEELZEBUB

(I don't know much about him, as I just got his Bloodshed card recently. I apologize if this makes no sense!) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Beelzebub doesn't mind the fact you sleep pretty much all day, though he can get a bit worrying as he spends most of his time traveling -the one bad thing about it is that you fall asleep anywhere.

-One time, he found you asleep in a tree. A TREE. he was astonished, was that even comfortable???? You wanted to look at the stars, but you had fallen asleep while watching then sun go down. Once Beelzebub found that out, he just patted your head and told you to tell him next time.

-He likes to pick out your earrings. (It says in the downloading screen that The demons from the part Beelzubub rules over all have piercings, so I'm going off of that) He thinks mix-matching black and dark green studs look nice on you

-Having nearly died multiple times, Beelzebub finds himself keeping a close eye on you, just to make sure that you're safe.

-He finds comfort in being with you while you sleep. Whenever he wakes up, you always have your arms wrapped around him, and occasionally mumble out a sleepy complain about not wanting him to leave. It makes him smile, you wanting him to stay. So, of course he lies back down. A couple more minutes can't hurt.

-Similar to Satan, he's really warm. Not like an oven, though. He's more like that warm, comfortable feeling you get when you get in bed.

-Beelzebub's noticed that whenever he gets hurt, you always sleep with him for the next few days, or even weeks. It's like your way of showing worry, and he likes the cuddles.

-He dreams about sleeping in a bed next to a sunny window, while someone takes care of him. He knows it's never going to happen, but with you? He's more than willing to cuddle with you during the day, or anytime for that matter.

"Ah, Did I wake you up? No, I'm not going anywhere, so why don't we go back to sleep..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LEVIATHAN

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-Solomon have mercy on you, you poor sleepy cat :(

-Leviathan can't find you? You must be off cuddling with someone other than him. How dare you choose some lowly, unimportant demon instead of your Overbearing and clingy Perfect Brother Leviathan >:0

-You have to be in sight pretty much all the time. You do get some self-sleepy time, but only when Leviathans really busy. And I mean REALLY busy. Hades needs to be falling apart and/or being invaded by angels for you to get that sweet, sweet self-sleepy time.

-You got mad at him, and went to sleep with someone else? Say bye-bye to your ability to leave his palace/house-thing, because that's GONE the millisecond Leviathan find out.

-The person you were sleeping with? Hung. You? With him, In his coffin, tied up so he can cuddle you to his hearts content. He doesn't care that he's being unreasonable. He loves you too much, and doesn't want another demon to take you away from him >:((

-Leviathan loves you, a bit too much. No other soul is allowed to cuddle with you, let alone breathe sleep near you, unless they wish to be hung.

-He likes it when your pillows and blankets are in his signature colors. That's all he lets you have. Black, silver, and purple. Maybe a few others, but those are the majority.

-Leviathan adores it when you take baths with him. He likes seeing you vulnerable because he knows he's the only person able to see you like that.

-He'd also make you wear a Chasity cage. He's the King of Envy, he can't just let you run amok Hades, alone unsafe! What if someone takes advantage of you being unsafe? The unsafe factor being your dick touching your underwear

. -When He gets a bit envious, for any reason regarding you, he makes you to cuddle with him, in his coffin. You're too sleepy to care, but Leviathan does. Too much

. -Watches you sleep. I'm not even joking. He'd stare at you, asleep in his bed, for about 5 minutes before going to cuddle you.

"The audacity for someone to even try to take you away from me... And now, you're here with me, cuddling with your amazing older brother. Isn't this so much better?"

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MAMMON (I gave up here, soory fellow Mammon Enjoyers) ~~~~

-You might just be luckiest demon in the world -Mammon loves you, and lets it be known. -Also a big cuddler, AND he gets you a shit ton of blankets and pillows. -After a long day of doing whatever he does, Mammon likes to lay down and cuddle with you. -When he says everything belongs to him, he means EVERYTHING. He's more than happy to get you anything you want, which is usually pillows, blankets, and quality time. -That sleepy little look you give him when he accidently woke you up while laying down with you? Melts his heart, really. -If you like stuffed animals, especially themed ones, He'll make sure you have an army of stuffed toys, just for you. -Mammon likes to hear you talk about anything, really. Your toys' names? He'll listen. That band you like? He's down for it. The entirety of the FNAF lore? Mammon's patting your head as you ramble. -He wants you to be as comfy as possible. -Mammon finds himself buying small things that remind him of you. A necklace that in your favorite color, a stuffie that fits the theme of your collection… Etc.

"Good morning. How was your rest? I'm sure it was nice, with me by your side."

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This took TOO long to write-

#whb beelzebub #whb x mc #whb x reader #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb fanfic #x reader fanfiction #astro writes #this took so long #I need more Platonic WHB kings

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irishmammonagenda · 1 month

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Hi girl!!!

I have this idea running around in my head for so long. Can you write the demon bros with little sister reader (around the teenage year)? Hear me out. She's the 8th of the family which means she's the youngest. The brothers must be overprotective of her and they would love her so much. Lucifer would have a soft spot for her. She and Mammon would be partners in crime. Then Satan will help her with her study and Asmo will love to help her do her hair. That's it 😁

Btw I love your writing...

hihi! yeah ofc i can! <3

as per usual I had no idea where this was going🧍‍♂️

but this was super fun to write as well

grma for the ask! <3

[Amazing Title]-Obey Me Brothers + Little Sister! Reader

Summary: The brothers except MC's their wee sister ig, chaos ensues. Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: Mentions of Death, Female Reader (she/her pronouns used) MC changes her hair length and colour when she feels like it, also she has a crush on some rando idek,

dividers by @cafekitsune

Lucifer was sick to his stomach. Long broken wings attempted to flap, ivory feathers turning black. Wounds open and bleeding. Shooting through stormy skies like a dying star.

His eyes burnt, the speed of his fall making it almost impossible to take in a breath. His lungs burnt. His heart hurt. He hadn´t understood death until Cain took the Rock to Abel, until Father took the scepter to Lilith.

Was he going to die?

He was falling.

As he tore through the sky at a damned pace, he caught a glimpse of warm bronze skin, unusually cold, stained with blood as red as the long crimson hair of his sister.

Despite the pain, despite the strain in his broken, burnt wings, he used the last of his willpower, the last of his strength, to get to the young girl.

He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her close to his chest, attempting to shield her from the fall.

"Luci?-" Lilith chokes out weakly, skin greying, holding onto her brother like a lifeline, one that was getting further away, as her grip slowly loosened. "Luci...I-im scared..."

"D-...don't be..." Lucifer manages to choke out. He could see some sembelance of land now. Some sembelance of an end to the torture of just....falling. "I'll protect you, L-Lilith."

He held on tight to her as he braced for impact, not registering that his little sister had died in his arms, that six wings became two.

He lost conciousness for a moment, hardly lucid, coming to moments later. The ringing in his ears didn't stop.

He coughed up dirt. Dust cleared to reveal two demons, as he looked around he saw crimson everywhere. Filthy fuil dearg coated the crater he'd created. Lucifer scrambled up, staring at the mangled form of what used to be his sister. Not noticing a pair of his wings at his feet. They didn't matter.

He screamed. Gently cradling the corpse, looking up at the Demon Prince with eyes filled with firey fearg, "Save her! Bring her back! Help her..!" He shouts, anger fading to desperation.

The prince regards him with a sort of impassivity, after backs and forths and emotions unravelling, the Demons agree to revive his precious sister as a human, provided Lucifer swears his loyalty, makes a vow with a heavy heart.

"I Lucifer Morningstar....swear absolute loyalty to Lord Diavolo, Prince of Hell."

"Very good."

With a snap of the Demon Butler's finger, his sister disappeared, a screech erupted, but it wasn't from Lucifer. Turning behind him, the disgraced angel saw one of the wings he had barely registered splitting from him---too focused on the pain of losing his sister than the pain of losing his wings,-- the now black mass of feathers morphed and grew like bubbling tar, emitting screeches.

The creature that formed of it, pale of skin, blond of hair, its face contorted in a pain Lucifer felt was a part of him. The demon races, screeching with a fury unbridled. Destruction followed it.

The Demon Prince and Butler watch on with intrigue whilst Lucifer tries to keep from breaking down a second time. The sound of whistling through the air alerts him of his other brothers falling. He looks up, hoping to see where they landed.

Somewhere amongst the vast Devildom. He had to find them. He couldn't handle another death, another loss. Despite his disgrace, his deportation from the only home he'd ever known, he prays to Father one last time, that his brothers were alive.

"There's no need. I will attend to the fallen angels now." The butler says serenely, both him and the Demon Prince disappearing within a moment's notice. Although the latter was more hesitant.

The creature of his wing is still screeching, like a coyote on the prowl, but inherently more sinister. It bites and screams, eyes filled with a murderous rage, one it directs towards Lucifer, as it comes charging at him like a bull of the plaza de toros.

Lucifer takes a step back, His foot hitting something soft and quishy. He pauses, the thing cries. The wails of a newborn cutting through the thick air like a knife, the creature of his wing stops screeching, tilting its head and staring down at the ground.

Lucifer gently picks you up. Cradling you in his arms. He looks to both you and the Creature of Wrath, both so inherently different, both his.

He looks into your eyes for a moment, such a tiny demon, more suited to be an angel, so unlike the pure cantankerousness of the older of the two creatures of his wings.

Lucifer, in the throws of his grief, made two vows that day, the first an oath of absolute loyalty to the Demon Prince, the second, a móid to always protect you.

You tapped your pen against the desk, biting the inside of your cheek as you stared down at your textbook. Shoulder length black hair tied in a low ponytail so it wasn't pouring over your face as you worked. You sighed in defeat, set your pen down and looked up at your two older brothers who were sitting opposite you, and planning out what looks to be another failed prank.

Satan and Belphie had their heads together, murmuring rather animatedly amongst eachother. You snorted, leaning over the table, your sudden movement catches their attention as you stare up at them, your head tilted.

"What about a whoopie cushion?" You ask softly, Belphie makes a face.

"We are not using...human...pranks, we're demons." He snorts, "We have more class than that."

You pout, Satan pinches him from under the table. His green eyes looking dotingly at you, like he would a cat. Coincidentally, he pats your head, ruffling your hair. "I think a simple human world prank could be entertaining to try." He says, giving Belphie a look, the Seventh Born raises his hands lazily in defeat, before leisurely sliding over the table to sit beside you, you quickly flipped to a blank page in your notebook, lest your older brother see the doodles you'd absentmindedly scribbled of you and your crush, a demon from your Devildom History Class.

Satan writes 'Whoopie Cushion' in cursive on their blueprint plans, tongue sticking out ever so slightly, before going back to his own homework. Belphie leans his head on your shoulder, dozing off.

"How did Fear Gorta come to fruition as an entity in the Human Realm?" You read off of your paper, Satan looks up from his essay for seductive speechcraft--a class which you were too young to take--he blinks for a moment, before setting his fountain pen down, and taking up the seat on the other side of you.

Belphie looks over at you tiredly, stretching his arms.

"Need any help?"

They glare at each other playfully, you nod.

Satan takes the textbook from you for a moment, reading the question aloud again.

"Fear Gorta are said to rise from Féar Gortach....sometimes they're just people who died of starvation near Sídhe hills." Satan begins to explain, watching as you nod along.

"They were said to go around with a bowl for begging or almsgiving...travelling, knocking on doors, asking for food." Belphie interjects lazily, head still on your shoulder. "They could hardly keep the bowl from dropping, because they were so weak."

You nod, writing it down, you'd always had trouble simplifying long texts down to their key parts, something Lucifer had assured you would come with time. It was a good thing you had your brothers. They were always willing to help you with homework.

"But what about that has to do with the Fear Gorta coming to fruition in the Human Realm?" You ask, feeling a little dumb.

Satan clears his throat, "Well, some Devildom and Human Scholara believe that the Fear Gorta is what brought the Famine to Ireland. Supposedly, just before the Great Famine, he emerged after a battle of the Fae near Cnoc Meadha."

You scribble that down, your tongue sticking out slightly, an idiosyncrasy developed from your older brother.

Belphie hums, eyes closed, and breathing so even you thought he was asleep. "Mhm, but others believe he's a personification of An Gorta Mór, or the Great Famine himself. That the people of Ireland made him up during the 1840s as a way of coping with and explaining the potato blight."

Upon seeing your confused face, Satan chuckles, "Essentially, the Fear Gorta is an example of how Human suffering can cause mythological beings to be thought up, and how with enough Human Manifestation, they can truly become something that exists."

As if to emphasize, Satan takes a random pen and a scrap piece of paper, drawing little doodles with the summarising he and Belphie had just did.

"Thanks Satan! Thanks Belphie!" You grin, taking the scrap piece of paper, using it to help you jot down the rest of your notes, finally understanding, you begin to answer the question, making a mental note to not let Mammon see the drawings that Satan drew, ever.

It takes a total of ten minutes of pens scratching against paper, Belphie's soft snores, and the dull drill of your own thoughts before you set your pen down, and look up grinning at Satan.

"So...about the prank you're planning..."

The next morning, all decked out in your RAD uniform, you sit on a poof and stare at your reflection in the luxurious vanity. You had decided on long hair, a dark pink so deep it was almost red. That was one of the búntáistí of having the Avatars of Lust and Wrath as brothers, you knew all the best spells for hair, and boy did you exploit that fact.

Short hair? No problem. Long hair? Alright then. Curly? Straight? Wavy? Ask and you shall receive.

Not to mention, Asmo would style your hair, no matter the length, shade or texture, and he would always make it look gorgeous Which was exactly what he was doing now, a gentle comb being ran down your hair, before your brother begins to braid strands in an intercate half-up, half-down pattern.

It's always relaxing when your 5th oldest brother does your hair, always conscious of not hurting you, you let your mind wander.

And wander your mind does, twisting and turning while travelling through the crevices of your brain, eventually coming to a stop at its destination, which just so happened to be the demon in your Devildom History class. They made you feel giddy, with their shoulder length, layered turquoise hair and purposely messy black eye shadow in place of the usual clean cut liquid eyeliner.

"Something on your mind, hon?" Asmo asks concerned as he puts a soft, black bow in your hair, you had been unfocused for a while now.

"Its nothing!" You say a little too defensively, your older brother gives you a knowing look, perfectly threaded eyebrows raising ever so slightly before he gasps and grins excitedly, holding back a squeal.

"Oh!~ And just who is this nothing, honey?~" He asks, you cover your face in your hands and groan, mortification dripping over you as Asmo finishes up on your hair.

Once your hair is done, you rush out, so as not to give the Avatar of annoying you lust any more ammo to tease you with.

Unluckily for you, Asmo was very environmentally friendly, and could make his own ammo.

Your mortification however, is not as short-lived as you'd hoped it would be.

Upon entering the dining room, you make a beeline for Mammon, your partner in crime, and sit beside your 2nd oldest brother, who laughs at you.

"Ye look like yer goin' to a Feis!" He laughs, slapping his knees ad doubled over, you pout and Lucifer, who sat directly diagonal to Mammon at the head of the table slapped him up the back of the head, leaving the avatar of greed choking and spluttering on his own spit.

"S-sorry MC..." He says in between coughs, "Ya look lovely..." He gives you an awkward side hug before resuming his activity of choking to death. You turn to the rest of your brothers as they trickle in, Levi was having an anime marathon, and for the sake of the Devildom seas, and the House of Lamentation not flooding for the nth time, he was allowed to stay in his room, provided he ate something of nutritional value, which meant that some time in the next few hours Lucifer would come into the 3rd born's room with a bowl of freshly cut fruit and force the otaku to eat it.

He was such a mother hen.

Speaking of Lucifer....

"MC," Lucifer drawls, catching your attention. "I received your bi-weekly report last night, you did well in all subjects, though I've noticed your History scores have gone down..." Your eldest brother sets his fork down fully and leans in a little closer to you, only a little bit of concern and a whole lot of care in his eyes, no judgement whatsoever. "Are you not understanding the course material? Would you like me to help you with your work? Or we could get you a tutor."

Asmo leans in to your conversation, eye glittering mischievously, he had taken a little longer to come down to breakfast than he usually did. You were sure he eliminated all of the options and knew exactly what demon you were crushing on.

"Now now Luci!~" He interjects, earning a soft glare from Lucifer, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, MC's just a little bit....distracted..." He puts his hands on your shoulders.

Lucifer's eyes widen ever so slightly, Belphie and Satan exchange knowing glances, Beel blinks slowly, were you having trouble focusing in class?

Mammon discreetly opens his DDD under the table, if you were having trouble focusing, he knew a few guys who sold some pretty good remedies for that.

You groan, quickly scarfing down the rest of your breakfast before grabbing Mammon and running out the door, your older brother yelling in confusion.

6 other brothers watch you leave, before turning to Asmo.

Belphie is the first to speak, "Alright, who is it?"

"Who's what?" Beel tilts his head, Belphie turns to him with a smile.

"MC has a crush on someone in her History class."

"Oh, okay." Beel turns to Asmo, "Who is it?"

You and Mammon arrive at RAD unusually early, on account of you essentially fleeing the breakfast table like an escaped convict and dragging your brother with you.

Mammon wasn't annoyed at all, despite his outward act, in actuality, he was delighted. You had picked him to drag out of a chair and run with you?! That meant he must be your favourite big brother! His chest puffs out with pride as you both chatter whilst he walks you to your form class. What type of favourite big brother would he be if he let his little sister walk down the scary hallways of school alone?!

"And then Satan said-" You stop uncerimonously when you catch sight of who's at the other end of the corridor, a blush coating your cheeks, barely noticeable on your skin, hardly even there, but Mammon still picked up on it.

"Hey, twerp, what's up wi' ye?" He asks, examining the hallway, taking notice of the only other demon there.

With a baggy dark denim jacket adorned in pins pulled over their RAD uniform, headphones snapped over their ears, messy turquoise hair cascading down their tanned face. The demon is young--Mammon notices--they look around the same age as you, maybe slightly older.

As they get closer and spot MC, they grin, silver braces shining in the light of the RAD hallway. "Hiya MC! You´re in early!" The demon calls out to you, Mammon notes how you swallow thickly before waving shyly at the demon in question as they approach the pair of you.

The demon goes to rub their eyes, but upon remembering the messy yet purposeful placement of black eyeshadow acting as eyeliner, they stop and pout for just a moment before looking at MC and grinning, eyes as grey as stone flickering to Mammon for just a moment, the demon looks to you and raises one of their thick, dark eyebrows.

"This one of your brothers, MC?" They ask, gaze flickering between you and your brother like a faulty lightbulb.

"O-oh uh...yes! Mammon this is C-Caelus....Caelus this is Mammon..." You introduce them.

"Oh, please, call me Cael, everyone does!" They smile politely at Mammon reaching out to shake his hand, Mammon, bites the inside of his cheek to stop his jaw from dropping. You had a....crush on Cael didn't you?"

"Oh aye." Is all he can manage to say.

Cael nods, before turning completely to face you, they eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, "So, how come you're in early today?..Nice hair by the way!" They run a hand through their dark turquoise hair, messing it up with their long fingers.

"Oh uh thanks Cael!" You bite your lip, trying to figure out what to say next. "I was thinking of getting in early and studying for the test next week...." You lie, though it did sound like a good idea. No way were you explaining the fiasco that was Breakfast.

Mammon watches like a crow, stopping himself from cooing. You were so adorable! His favourite little dickhead's first crush! They grow up so fast!

He cringes internally, thinking, 'What the actual fuck, I sound like Asmo.'

After another moment, he interupts your conversation to tell you that he needs to go, you nod and say goodbye, before continuing to talk to Cael and trying to keep your blushing under control.

Mammon tredges to the courtyard before whistling.

"Hiya Éan!" He coos to the crow that lands perched on his shoulders, the bird looks unamusedly at him, its been a year and the avian was still judging him for the name choice! "Oh stop yer yappin'...." At the unimpressed look Éan gives him, his eyelid twitches. "Well, I know yer gurnin' internally...don't think I'm dim."

Éan caws.

"Look, I need ye ta do somethin' for me, so I do." Mammon groans at the crows shaking of its head. "I'm not askin' ye to assassinate anyone! I just need ye to keep an eye on this one wee demon in m'sister's class..."

Éan blinks, before leaning in closer to Mammon, he pets its head, it leans into the touch.

"Right so listen up, their name's Caelus...but people call 'em Cael...I need ye to keep an eye on them and give me a report back in a day or so, we clear?"

Éan lets out a quiet caw.

"Great!"

After a long day of RAD, you waled into the attic, where Satan and Belphie were unboxing whoopie cushions. Or rather Satan was unboxing whoopie cushions and Belphie was watching him lazily.

"Hi MC." Belphie smiles at you before gesturing to sit beside him, so you do.

"I thought you said my human world pranks were stupid." You look at Belphie.

"I've decided that since I'm such a good role model, I'll give it a go."

You deadpan, about to say something before a bellowing laugh erupts from Satan.

"You? A good role model?" The 4th born wipes a tear from his eye. "What's next? Lucifer breaking up with Lord Diavolo?"

"I don't think they're dating Satie…" You butt in.

Belphie smirks, "Then why are they so gay?"

"He is the Avatar of Pride, I guess." You shrug.

And with that, Satan picks up the whoopie cushion and the three of you begin your descent down the staircase to Lucifer's office. With you making small talk to distract them from Asmo's words in the morning.

You reach Lucifer's office, but now you need to draw him out. Satan walks in.

"Hello Lucifer."

"Your prank's not going to work." Lucifer puts his pen down.

Satan puts a hand over his heart in mock offence. "No, I saw a cat on the streets walking home and I want to adopt it." He says, not even lying.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't need one."

Satan feels wrath bubble up inside him, before he makes a risky move, knowing he needs Lucifer out of his office so you can place the whoopie cushion. "Well if I don't need a cat then you don't need your paperwork!"

He reaches forward and grabs the official documents on Lucifer's desk then bolts.

Lucifer jolts up out of his seat and races after him, out of the office.

That's your cue, quick as a thief on the hunt, you run into your eldest brother's office, and place the whoopie cushion down on his seat, you did it!

"Are you having fun, MC?" Lucifer asks, you jump. Turning around you see a slightly disheveled Lucifer staring at you, eyebrow raised and holding slightly crinkled papers. You back away.

"I wasn't doing anything!" You lie obviously.

"Hmm. Sure….now as for your punishment….I've already strung Satan up in the enterance hall, and I'm certain Belphie has gone somewhere to sleep, when he wakes up he will be appropriately disciplined of course…." He moves closer to you. "Now as for you….." Lucifer clicks his fingers and a desk and chair appear, the waves of magic pushing you into it.

You're going to sit there until I've finished my work. No DDD."

You groan, but don't complain, if it was anyone else out of your brothers, Lucifer would have strung them up like he did with Satan.

An hour goes by, though it seems like several to you, as you're bored out of your mind. Lucifer sets his pen down and stares at you.

"Now, tell me about this Caelus."

You stiffen, knowing better than to lie to your eldest, and strictest brother. "They uh-they're a demon in my class…"

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue, "And what's this I'm hearing about you having a crush on them?"

"Asmo!" You gurn, covering your face in your hands.

"Asmo and Mammon, actually." Lucifer's lips twitch upwards. "Do you have anything to day for yourself?"

"I won't do drugs."

"MC."

"Okay fine! They're a good demon, I promise! I don't even know if I wanna ask them out yet!"

Lucifer's eyes soften, seeing you now, sitting at a desk, complaining about love…he can't help but be reminded of a different person in a different realm long ago, long passed.

"I trust you, but be careful, okay?"

You nod, something churns in Lucifer's stomach as he looks at you, gracefully moving over to you, and pulling you into a soft hug, arms wrapping around you protectively, as if shielding you from the elements.

"And if ever, you need any help whatsoever, come to me? You understand?"

You nod.

"Say it."

"I understand Luci."

Lucifer smiles, ruffling your hair. "I will always protect you MC."

AND WE'RE DONE!!! this was honetly fun to write, i had no idea where i was going with this and i'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense 🧍‍♂️

fuil (pronounced 'full') means blood, móid (maw-d-ge) means vow or promise, 'to make a vow' would translate to 'móid a thabhairt' (maw-d-ge ah how-ert-ch)

éan (pronounced 'ane') means bird. idk i thought it was funny

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #omswd #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me platonic #obey me lilith #obey me brothers

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sweetbrier2908 · 6 months

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still my scenario of what happens if we can go back to the original timeline but i made it longer.

set in nightbringer timeline

mc's gender is not mentioned

You have made seven pacts with the seven most powerful demons in Devildom, and now what?

You got your power back; Solomon got his power back, and now what?

And now what?

"Your" seven demons are now happier than ever and are unaware that your pacts with them is only for you to return to a world where they do not exist. You love Devildom, but this is not your Devildom, this may not even be the Devildom you are allowed to exist. You love your seven demons, but these demons are not demons that you want to be with.

You are contradictory, obviously.

And now what?

You remember the reason why Nightbringer brought you to this world: "to find happiness", right? You were happy; you were truly happy. In this world, you have found happiness and you are sure that Nightbringer must be satisfied with the result by now. Satan has accepted himself as part of the family; the remaining six brothers have overcome the trauma from that brutal war and now accept themselves as demons—the most powerful demons in this Devildom.

And now what?

Your role here has ended. Just like the times you accidentally returned to the past before, the seven brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, and Simeon—of this world will completely forget you; only the effects of what you did will be the only thing that is left behind. Have you made the people you love into the people you love now, you wondered? You don't understand. You don't know. Everything that has happened to you now is like a dream you cannot run away from.

And now what?

You feel scared.

You suddenly think of familiar faces and voices that you haven't seen or heard for a long time - faces and voices belonging to the demons and angels of the world you came from. How worried were they when you suddenly disappeared from their life? How long have you been here? Have they forgotten you? And you are afraid. You are always afraid. But at this moment, the moment you are about to return to your home, fear is like a tsunami coming, washing away all the words of self-reassurance that you whispered to yourself before, washing away all the stronghold of reasons that you gave yourself. The castle which you once built up in your mind crumbles, and fear occupies the desolate land of your soul. You are afraid. You are afraid that you have caused pain to those you love while pretending to be happy in this timeline. You are afraid that those you love have given up while waiting for you. Or perhaps there was a moment when you chose to give up on returning to them; or perhaps, for a moment, you forgot the despair they suffered. And you are afraid.

And now what?

You must return.

You need to go back.

You have no choice; you have no other answer.

You took advantage of "their" love, even though the formation of the pact between you and the seven brothers was based on free will; you still think that you took advantage of "them," the demons of the past, only to return to your demons in the present.

You did everything: helping the brothers overcome the pain of war, establishing Royal Academy of Diavolo, forging pacts with the seven most powerful demons—all of that, just to return to your timeline and your world.

Perhaps you are indeed Solomon's student, who is now standing in front of Diavolo and Barbatos, expressing his regret at "having to return to the human world due to some sudden works ". Diavolo once again expressed his gratitude as prince of Devildom, and Barbatos once again informed you and Solomon that the portal to travel between worlds was ready.

And there they are, behind your back. You had told them about this a few weeks ago, and you had said all sorts of goodbye. And there they were, looking at you. They stand there, and have no idea that this "unexpected return trip" is just a lie, a pathetic lie. You will return, as you promised, but not to this place—a place that belongs to an old timeline, a place that belongs to the past. But you will return; you mutter it again. No matter what, you'll keep your promise, right? Because you always keep your promises, isn’t that why they love you so much?

The portal is opened, and you turn around to see the demons of this world one last time. You know you must not be attached, sad, or sentimental. You are not allowed to, you don't deserve to. You do not belong to this world; you also don’t belong to these demons in the same way that these demons will not belong to you.

Your eyes meet Lucifer's ruby eyes; you cannot see any emotion in those eyes. Somehow, Lucifer is sure that you will never return to him, at least in this world. He once heard you call his name in such a familiar and strange way that it tore his heart apart. You said you would return—to return to that beloved name that he could never compare to. Perhaps it's because of his fantasy, or because of the absolute trust he places in you, or because he loves you so much that he can't bear to expose your clumsy lies; he hopes, hopes, hopes you will come back.

Mammon cannot look straight at you; he never could, nor could Mammon in your world. Is he trying to hold back the tears that he never wants you to see? Or does he know that as long as his eyes meet yours, he will never be able to let you leave? But you know he is always looking at you, always like that.

Levi lowers his head, Satan waves goodbye to you, and you can see tears forming in Asmo's eyes. Beel gives you the saddest look that you know would haunt you in the back of your mind, while Belphie buries his face in his twin's chest.

You look at them one last time, as if you would never see each other again. And perhaps that is the truth; you never will. Your image in their minds will be erased once you return to your timeline. That's how time works. That is the law of time and space. They will be happy until they see you again. They will be happy without your memory until you see them again.

You don't want them to see you cry. You will meet your demons again. Soon, as soon as you return to your own time, you will meet them again—or rather, thousands of years later. You will meet them again and return to the place you always called home, as you promised. “I'll see everyone again soon, I promise.”

And you turns around.

Solomon wraps his arms around your shoulders and leads you through Barbatos's time-space portal. When this gate leads you and Solomon back to the Human World, Barbatos in your-world will open another gate to bring you and Solomon back to the old timeline. You don't know how Solomon and Barbatos in your-world communicated with each other, but perhaps there are things you have to live long enough to understand.

You hardly remember very well all that happened after you and Solomon passed through the gate, even if you had done this countless times before. Solomon holds on tight to you while you keep your eyes shut. You feel dizzy and tired. You feel like you are walking through countless gates of a tunnel without any light. Solomon holds you tightly in his arms, leaves you nestled in this thick cloak, as if he let go for even a moment, he was scared that you would disappear from his life one more time and he couldn't bring you back. You don't know how much time passed, and Solomon stops. He still doesn't loosen his grip on you. Then, you can hear his whisper, "…Are you ready to go back?".

You cannot answer Solomon. You feel sweat trickling down your temples as your spine turns cold. You don't know; are you ready to go back? Are you ready? Are you worthy of returning? Fear once again takes hold of your mind, like a monster is swallowing you whole. Are you worthy of returning? Are you worth it or not? You remember the first day Nightbringer took you to the past. In that timeline, the strange look they once gave you are still a horrifying nightmare that haunts you to today. What should you do if they forget you again? Or worse, what should you do if you and Solomon can never return to the timeline you belong to? You don't know, and perhaps you would have let fear overcome you if Solomon hadn't once again tightened his grip. You open your eyes and raise your head, facing Solomon's smokey purple eyes. Just like you promised your demon brothers, Solomon also promised that he would bring you back.

You take a deep breath, and maybe you're not ready, and maybe you never will be, but you always keep your promise.

“Let's go, Solomon.” You slightly nod to the sorcerer, and Solomon gives you the confident smile he always wears as an assurance. You close your eyes again, and you hear Solomon begin to mutter the teleportation spell, and you feel yourself begin to fall.

One.

Two.

Three.

You think you are used to teleporting like this, but it turns out you can never land properly.

You fall straight on top of someone.

You slowly open your eyes, and what you see was the familiar ceiling of the student council hall.

You look around, and the demons in the room stare at you in disbelief.

There are the emerald green eyes that stare at you in disbelief.

And before you can identify whether you are truly returning home or still sticking in the past, a pair of arms tightens around you, and there is a trembling voice: “You're back…"

Somehow, you know that you have truly returned.

You hear your voice trembling too.

"I'm back.”

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nogenderbee · 1 year

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Hi hi! Can you pls do with a teen mc who looks like one of the brothers + Diavolo?

Omg, yes of course! That actually was so cute and relaxing to write especially Diavolo part since my friends call me "Diavolo secret child" lol so I hope you enjoy <3

Teen!MC looks like Brothers/Diavolo

A teenager got summoned to Devildom but they look similar to... someone the demons already know

⊱ it was Lucifer's duty to greet new student even if it was a teenager, he was all ready to scold you all the time, he wasn't aware of your look thought since he had much more important things to take care of

⊱ when he saw a teenager who has black hair with white streak and the same hairstyle as him, he was pleasantly surprised

⊱ he was more sure that you're going to behave, if you really do behave then he may just give you a special treatment in good way, don't worry but others may not like you that much *ehem* Satan and Belphie *ehem* because of how similar you are to Lucifer

⊱ if you won't behave tho, you may be called a "better Lucifer" sometimes, but you also will get punished, although your punishes may be a little more strict than he planned to give a human...

⊱ later on, he finds himself going a little easier on you than on others and he also realizes that it may be because of your appearance, but it's also easy to fail his high expectations towards you because of that

"That's definitely... unexpected... we will see how they'll behave."

⊱ Mammon didn't wanted to take care of little human in the first place but when he saw you... he thought that it can't be that bad, can it?

⊱ he saw how Lucifer was strict to you and he honestly couldn't understand why since he didn't even met you, but he somehow liked you a little...

⊱ he'll take you to some casinos, sure he knows consequences to that but if his older brother won't find out about it, he doesn't have to worry about anything

⊱ if you're the goodie-two-shoes type of child tho, he's really thinking how is it even possible that you look similar-

⊱ if you two are actually a lot more similar than just by look, he teaches you all sort of tricks for stealing money and teaches you how to avoid punishments or make them less... deadly for humans

⊱ he may not even notice it but he opens more to you than his brothers, he doesn't vent to you of course but he tells you more about his life if you would be interested in it

"This is our human? Well ya definitely know what's called good style, little one!"

⊱ Levi really didn't wanted to come to this "human greeting" but if wouldn't then he would have some real problems so he didn't had much idea

⊱ when he saw you tho, he started thinking if he left some of his games on that change the reality or maybe he's in some anime where his child form haunts him?! But luckily he quickly realizes it's not it

⊱ he immediately wants to introduce you to all his favorite games and animes to see how much you actually have in common

⊱ if you hate anime/games, he'll immediately decide to avoid you and talk with you as less as possible because what do normies even talk about?!!

⊱ if you are similar to him tho, be ready to be invited on many anime or game nights, and he'll also make sure you get into cosplay if you already aren't interested in it

⊱ if you're gonna turn out to be a Ruri hater then just know you won't be for long, he'll make you at very least like her

"T-This can't be true! It's just lik in that one anime! Is... Is this even reality?!!"

⊱ Satan had way better things to do but his curiosity won nonetheless and honestly he's glad it did because he saw teen human that looked exactly like him

⊱ he won't even ask if you like cats, he'll just assume it thanks to your similiarity in appearence, if you don't like cats tho then he immediately tries to know why and maybe will help you see them in different light

⊱ but something that can make him completely give up on you is if you actually like Lucifer... like you have all those similiarities and you choose to be different in this...

⊱ if you have completely opposite personality to him then he's actually a little relieved that you're not so easily angry as him couse it definitely helps with getting to know each other, but if you're just dumb like Mammon then he may just get A LOT more pissed

⊱ if you are similar to him with personality tho then be ready for MANY long arguments with him because there's no way he will just admit his defeat, not so easily at least

"Hmm... I'm starting to be glad that I came here. I just know that they're going to be interesting one."

⊱ Asmo was actually super excited for greeting new human, after all it's hell and he'll live with them in the same house

⊱ he kinda expected to see someone older but he's not complaining since he saw a teenager that looks basically as pretty as he does, he doesn't mean in a creepy way tho, more like proud father way! no pedophilia here 😾

⊱ be ready for him to invite you on many sleepovers where the two of you will just gossip and take care of your beautiful skin, he'll also be glad to teach you or exchange tips about make-up

⊱ if your personalities are completely different, he doesn't understand how someone with this look can not care about themselves and sees themselves in such a depressing way... but hey, he's there to help you feel better about yourself because confidence is key

⊱ if you're similar tho, be ready for him to dress you up sometimes because he's just so fascinated that someone can match his look, and he wants the prettiest human in the world to stand right next to the prettiest demon

"Oh? I'm surprised that first person that is basically just as cute as me will be a human!

⊱ Beel was probably the most excited to meet human in Devildom, and when he saw that they look just like him, he already took a like of them

⊱ he knows that you're human teen so you may not have many muscles but if you do, he feels attached to you even more

⊱ he'll be happy to share any sport with you, especially if both of you really like it, he'll also often invite you to his workouts in hopes you can spend some time together

⊱ if the two of you have completely different personalities, he's a little surprised but still wants to befriend you, after all it's not often you can see your clone in child version

⊱ if you do have similar personalities then House of Lamentations just have another Cinnamon Roll, but freezer is probably always empty now-

⊱ well at least everyone in Devildom know not to mess with you, some of them know that Beel simply likes you but others think you're like his secret child, but it works either way

"Is it just me or do they really look like me? Just in teenager and human version..."

⊱ Belphie wasn't able to see you when you first came to Devildom, but he heard about you and saw you later on, and he still was shocked

⊱ but even more shocked were his brothers when you appeared, after all they thought he was gone but there is his teenager clone

⊱ when you do finally meet, he doesn't really kill you, he simply can't bring himself to kill someone who looks so similar... so he decides he might as well befriend you and maybe manipulate you a little on his way. Don't worry tho, he warms up to you later on

⊱ once he does warm up to you tho, he invites you on many nap sessions, if you do agree then be ready to fall asleep quickly and not wanting to wake up

⊱ if you have complete different personalities, he's shocked how someone who looks so similar to him can be so energetic and innocent, it makes him actually want to protect you...

⊱ if you do have similiar personality tho, he's a little mad that his brothers didn't let him meet you earlier, but don't worry, he'll get his revenge with you on his side

"They really invited human that looks like me to Devildom... I bet Lucifer's face was so satisfying when he saw them, hehe."

⊱ honestly, Diavolo trusted his intuition by inviting you to Devildom, in fact if he has to be honest, he only knew your name and didn't even knew how you look or how old you are, he only got to know your age when Lucifer started questioning his decision

⊱ so when human who looked the same as him appeared, he was nicely surprised, he won't ruin his speech just to point it out tho, if he did Barbatos may scold him for that...

⊱ he invites you to his castle on many occasions, in fact he invites you every weekend if he can, he even considered giving you option to move into his castle but he saw how close you got with brothers and he didn't wanted to take it away from all of you

⊱ if you have completely different personalities, he's interested how both of you can be so similar but so different at the same time

⊱ if you have similar personalities tho, be ready to be unofficial called "little ruler of hell" because Diavolo calls you like that most of the time

"Welcome to Devildom! I hope you'll make some great memories along your journey in here!"

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featherdusterbelphie · 2 months

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A Clingy Boy Sticking For 15 Centuries

(not really but he's a demon so)

A/n: something possessed me the other night and I came back to an old idea of mine. BTW, I did not know how to end this lmao...oh well ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭

CW: Satan angst. MC is dead in this fic. If you know the song, you know what's coming. Also includes blink-and-you'll-miss-it mention of Nightbringer.

Word count: 1.8k words total.

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Satan was one of those who did not cry at your funeral. No matter how much his heart clenched or his throat tightened, he didn't utter a single word or shed a single tear. Not even as they all watched your coffin slowly get lowered down into the ground, not when it gets buried in dirt, not when they finally attach the gravestone with your name on it.

No, Satan wouldn't weep upon your death. He had a reputation to keep, and he will not cry even in the presence of his brothers. Even when he finds himself all alone in the Human World, blankly staring down at your gravestone as if willing it to not exist.

Because try as he might to deny it, Satan had as much of Lucifer's pride in him as the eldest had as much of his wrath. He wanted to be strong for you, to be like his older brother. He knew you didn't want him crying on your behalf, knew beforehand that you wanted him to prosper when you died. To move on and be happy.

And he tried.

He tried so hard, but no matter what he did, there just seem to be some horrible creature eating away at his chest, baring his heart for all to see. Tugging at his chest like a heavy anchor, making every single day feel like wading through deep mud, and all he can do is try his best not to sink and drown. None of his hobbies or interests seemed to fill this emptiness in him, especially since everything reminded him of you. His wrath gets even easier to trigger as well, his mood becoming more erratic and unpredictable as time passed.

He can't go on much longer like this.

So he decided to go for a more healthier approach to coping for your death. He decided to write. He researched and found that none of the known healthy coping mechanisms applied to him nor interested him. Some he already tried and some he didn't even want to consider. He searched some more and found that journaling is a good way of letting out heavy emotions and thoughts, but that seemed far too mundane and cliche for his taste. He wanted to do something more, something special.

So he decided to write poetry about you instead.

At first, he was skeptical and hesitant, afraid that the words he'll write won't be able to capture you, his feelings, everything. Afraid that this won't work and he'll have to find a different way to cope. But what if there isn't any? What if he can't cope with your death that he begins to be consumed by his own grief? No, he can't have that. He'll push through with this, see if this works first. He'll think about other strategies when he gets there.

He started writing once a week, just small things to get some stuff off his chest. He forced himself to keep with this schedule of dedicating a time each week just to write about you, or about his day if thinking about you seemed far too difficult at the time. Slowly, it would turn into a regular habit for him, and he would begin writing more. Expressing his thoughts on paper as his chest feels lighter, and his mood gets better.

Soon, he has enough poetry about you to compose his own anthology book.

He doesn't know how but at some point, Asmo found out about his poetry about you and begged over and over again to let him post it. To share it with the others. Satan wanted none of that at first, he wanted to keep them to himself. These were his poetry about you and his feelings, why would he ever let anyone else see them?

But Asmo was relentless. Day and night, every hour he could get with the fourth-born was spent pleading and begging, going so far as to convince their other brothers to help him when he told them about Satan's writings. This irked Satan, of course, because this was the closest thing to an act of betrayal that Asmo could've done.

He knew how much his brothers cared about you. Knew that they loved you just as much as he did. So he knew how selfish he was acting at the moment, and how easily Asmo guilt-tripped and peer-pressured him. So he decided to compromise with Asmo and the others about posting one of his poetry-- but nothing more. Mammon tried to argue about the unfairness of that limitation but one glare from Satan quickly shut him up.

That evening, he decided to post something more light. Something that showcased you and his love but doesn't intrude on both of your privacy, doesn't relay the extent of your relationship, unlike the others of its kind. He pressed that post button right before he went to sleep, turning his DDD off to rest.

When he turned his DDD on the next morning, he gets blasted with tons of notifications from demons praising his work and sharing it all around. As one of the Seven Lords, which is practically a celebrity title at this point, Satan was used to getting praise and likes on his Devilgram posts from his fans. But this is something a bit different. This isn't some random picture of an adorable cat he found on the street and decided to post about, or a selfie of himself to keep up appearances-- no. These were his feelings, albeit vaguely written. This was the most honest he could ever get with strangers, with his so-called fans. And they were praising him, asking for more.

They enjoyed his work. And he did, too.

Throughout the years, Satan found himself growing a steady fanbase that are loyal to him and his work as he continued to post his poetry on his blog. They would constantly praise him and prompt him to share more, allowing himself a way to cope. Eventually, he posted enough to make his own book, one of his 'friends' offering to publish his poetry into his own anthology book, as a gift for becoming Satan's fan.

Ah, but they were nothing to you, of course. Sure, they praised him and gave him gifts but no one could ever compare to you. They were all just pawns to help him move on, nothing more. Besides, he would reap the benefits for now and deal with the consequences later (not that there would be much, since he's become extremely influential).

But just like VY2, good things don't last forever. He would soon be hit with a devastating curse that left him reverted back to what he used to be. A prank on Lucifer backfired and he found himself confused, scared and angry. He doesn't remember much of anything. Who are these people? What is he? Who is he? And why does he have this heavy feeling in his chest?

Similar to the one in Nightbringer, this amnesiac Satan is violent, prone to outbursts and is uncontrollable. His brothers don't know what to do with him, especially since he can't seem to remember anything at all.

Everyday was a new way to trigger him, to unknowingly cause the destruction of a part of the House of Lamentation. It got so bad that Lucifer had to house arrest him so he couldn't cause trouble at RAD and worst, hurt himself.

When he wasn't causing destruction and burning everything around him, Satan spent his days locked up in his room (either because Lucifer locked him in there or he himself refused to come out). He would cry himself to sleep, he would destroy his room, throw his books, burn the walls and scream until he couldn't. Anything and everything just to make this heavy feeling in his chest go away.

Eventually, he finds a (miraculously intact) copy of his book of poetry written about you and he starts to remember. Bit by bit, day by day, his memories start to come back to him. Slowly, he would start becoming the Satan everyone knew him to be again, the Avatar of Wrath, one of the Seven Lords, but there's something wrong. He can't remember you apart from your name and the fact that he loves you. Where even are you?

When he asks his brothers about you, they either give him a sad look or avoid his question entirely. Sometimes they would even go out of their way to change the subject.

He doesn't understand why they keep acting like this. Or why he has this awful feeling at the back of his head, a bitter taste at the tip of his tongue. Did something happen with you and his brothers that he hasn't remembered yet? Why do they keep referring to you with past tenses?

When Lucifer deemed him healthy and capable enough to go back to school, Satan acts like his normal self. No one bats an eye at his sudden disappearance, why his poetry blog has gone silent for a while. Everything was back the way it was, as much as it did with that nagging feeling still at the back of Satan's mind.

Eventually, he did find out why everyone seemed to be acting weird about you, why no one would talk about you as if you are a taboo they would not dare curse upon.

He found a portrait of you in the Council Room. After a long and boring meeting discussing the coming Halloween event held at RAD, Satan's curiosity piqued when he saw a wall dedicated to you in the room just beside Diavolo's portrait.

As he gets closer, he sees your name written in the golden plaque placed on the bottom of the frame. But what's that message underneath it? His mind blanks at the words he suddenly can't comprehend.

No, this can't be. What does, 'You were beloved and we will miss you dearly. May you find peace wherever you may be. We will always cherish the time we spent with you. We love you MC.' mean?!

He can't believe this, outright refuses to. You can't be dead, can you?! After all, he knows you. You were the exchange student, only second to Solomon in magical prowess and beloved by all of the Devildom. You had a pact with his brothers. He wrote poetry about you and was planning on delivering them to you back to the Human World. They loved you. He loved you-

It clicked on him then. It suddenly made sense why everyone talks about you as if you were a past, something that happened, someone they had to part with. It explains this heaviness in his chest, the faded tear stains in his old poetry drafts, why his own words seem to hold a strange melancholy in them. You were dead, he finally remembered. He almost wished he didn't.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me angst #satan x reader #satan x mc #though it could be platonic imo #my stuff

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mammoney-y · 11 months

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Hi hi! May I request how you think the brothers would react to a trans (gender neutral) Mc? Or just your favorites, I don't mind.

Please feel free to take your time or/and ignore the ask.

--V.X

I didn’t know if you wanted the reader to be transitioned before they went to Devildom, but imma assume that the reader went into Devildom pre-transition I hope you don’t mind

🫐The Brothers Reacting to a trans mc

Pairing(s) platonic! Demon bros x reader

Genre: Fluff

GN reader (they/them prns used)

CW: small mention of transphobia on Beel’s parts, cringy dialogue

☆ Lucifer

When you told him he definitely made a little shocked face then regained his composure

But you better believe that it fueled his feelings of pride when you told him first

He will Never misgender you…..like he will not do that

If you’re not out to the rest of the bros, and you’re not ready to tell them yet he’ll refrain from using pronouns and he’ll use your name… like I said once he finds out he won’t misgender you

If you are ready to tell them but you feel anxious he’ll give them a super long lecture about the lgbtq+ and about your identity

He’ll punish them if they misgender you even if it’s done accidentally

Like if Belphie was half awake and accidentally slipped up he’s hanging upside down and Lucifer is forcing him to stay awake

Even worse if it’s a low ranking demon 💀

Luci can and will tear a low tank demon apart if they dare misgender you

If you ever feel dysphoric Luci will comfort you but it’s a bit awkward since he can’t really relate

Lucifer will contact Solomon (much to luci’s dismay) to see if he can cast a spell on you so you can get your ideal body or something

☆ Mammon

He acted like he knew what it was (he did not) then researched all night

Mammon will not look stupid in front of his human!

His search history consisted of this:

Trans human

What does trans mean?

How much Grimm is transgender?

Is it expensive being trans?

Trans merch

Trans people simply explained

Trains?

You’ll wake up with pride merch in your room…..it’s the cringy target merch 💀

When you walk in his room he’s wearing a shirt that was the words “my friend is a transformer” or something like that and he looks at you with a goofy grin

“Hey! Human don’t ya feel honored? I, the great Mammon bought ya gifts!”

he tried it’s the thought that counts

If you’re not ready to tell the others he’s confused

Like you told him so why can’t you tell the others??

He starts blushing when you told him that you trusted him the most

Then he gets all cocky like “of course you wanted to tell the great Mammon first! I’m amazing!”

He chews out low ranking demons if they misgender you

He probably outted you to the brothers accidentally

Like one of them uses the wrong pronouns and Mammons sees the upset look on your face and he snaps

“Oi! MC goes by they/them! Ya got that?!”

Instantly feels bad and locks himself in his room because he thinks he upset you

He gasses you up if your feeling dysphoric

Constant praise and love from him to make you feel better

“Of course ya pass MC! Those low ranks don’t got nothin’ on ya! You’re amazing!”

He expects the same when he’s feeling sad

☆ Levi

Please explain it to him in anime terms if you don’t wanna be there for the rest of eternity

Since he won’t understand he’ll think your pranking him or making fun of him

“Of course you’re pranking a yucky, gross otaku like me….”

After like 100 anime references he’ll understand

“Ok so like the TSL side character Yuki! They accompanied the lord of the shadow in the live action adaptation and they were trans like you and-”

Levi will also get really blushy and flustered that you told him first

Like you wanted to tell a gross otaku like him your secret?? He’s honored-

He compares you to other trans anime characters to make you feel cool….it works?

He also buys cosplays of said characters in hopes of you cosplaying with him (you’ll never hear him admit that)

Once you tell the others he feels weirdly jealous? Like he knew it was bound to happen but he liked having a secret with you-

He’s constantly telling the others that he knew first so they shouldn’t think they’re special lmao

He Rages when you get misgendered like almost Satan level rage

Like those worthless low ranks think they can say that to you?! Hell no

He’ll mutter insults towards them under his breath and will probably get Lotan to deal with them

He gets in trouble the next day but it’s worth it

If you went to him feeling dysphoric he won’t know what to do

He’s the worst at comforting out of all the brothers

He ends up cuddling with you in his tub? Bed? He’s blushing the whole time

☆ Satan

He likes to read about humans and such so when he read a book about the trans community he suspected something about you

Satan knows what you are

When you told him he had a grin on face glad that he was right and glad that you trusted him more than Lucifer

“Hmm..you’re trans? I had a suspicion but I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Oh you didn’t tell Lucifer yet, you trust me more than him? That’s amazing.”

Although he already knows a lot about the subject he’s always reading up on the subject because it intrigues him

No one dares talk bad about you or misgender you when satans around

Like they wanna live to see the next day💀

But if they do…may the lord forgive them because Satan won’t

Threatens the brothers when you tell them

Rubs it in Lucifer’s face that you told him first

He gotta kill that pride somehow 🤷🏽

If you go to him feeling dysphoric he reads to you while you rest your head in his lap

Or he’ll make you some tea and lets you rant about your feelings

☆ Asmo

Asmo was ECSTATIC when you told him

He was probably the only brother to make a big deal out of it tbh

“Ah! Darling you told me first? Hehe I’m so glad, come to me if you ever need help♡~”

He’s already giving you makeovers based on your preference, he can make you look femme or masc, whatever you want

He takes you out to get a new wardrobe the moment you tell him

If someone misgenders you accidentally he’ll correct them passive aggressively

“For someone that claims to know MC you don’t seem to know their right pronouns, maybe pay more attention, hon.”

But if it’s on purpose he’ll tear that demon’s confidence down to the ground, like if that demon thought highly of themselves they definitely don’t when Asmo’s done

He also buys you pride merch but it’s not cringy like Mammon’s dw

Asmo will never let you feel dysphoric, the moment he suspects something you’re bombarded with compliments and the two of you are having a spa day

☆ Beel

Poor Beel nearly choked on his food when you randomly told him-

He looked at you shocked, smiled and then gave you some food

“You’re trans? Mhm thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. Here have some food you look tense.”

He already knows about the lgbtq so no explanation was needed

He won’t tell the brothers if you’re not ready, but he’s ready to be there for emotional support when you are

Most demons think that Beel won’t do anything about you being misgendered because he’s chill but they’re so wrong 💀

Beel gets pissed if someone misgenders you

If a demon is blatantly being transphobic to you Beel’s chill demeanor does a complete flip

He was just munching a second ago and now he’s standing right beside you glaring at the demon, menacingly

“It’ll be better for you if you apologize to MC, I don’t wanna hurt anyone…well in front of MC at least.”

He likes to make you food when you’re feeling dysphoric because “delicious food can make anyone feel better”

☆ Belphie

When you first told him he was half awake so he murmured something and went to sleep

“Huh? Oh..good for you, come lay with me.”

So when you told him again when he was actually awake he gave a better? response

“Ok? That doesn’t change the way I feel about you..now let’s take a nap”

Out of all of the brothers his reaction is the most nonchalant

That’s not to say that he doesn’t care, he loved that you trusted him enough to tell him

He just doesn’t want to make you feel weird by acting differently because you’re trans

He would actually kill anyone who misgenders you, he doesn’t care who it is

You’d have to rip Belphie off of the demon to get him to stop

He’d just stare at you innocently before saying that “they should’ve thought before they spoke, so it wasn’t my fault”

You probably don’t wanna go to Belphie if you feel dysphoric cause most likely he’s sleeping

But if he finds out he’ll play with your hair, eventually falling asleep

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wraithwonder · 2 years

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Just thinking about Satan going to the MC in order to calm down.

Satan would bound over to their room with fists clenched and jaw taut from the irritation that made his skin feel tight. His mind would be a bundle of fury and unjust thoughts coated in a vehement poison. He felt blind like this, but the one thing he always saw was them.

He wouldn't knock, something he'd abashedly apologize for after the feeling passes, but he needed them now. It wouldn't matter if there was another one of his brothers with him. He'd shoo them away with poorly concealed indignation. But by this points his brothers know. At most they'd show their annoyance but rarely did they argue. Even Lucifer conceded most occasions.

Once alone, Satan would just stand there stiff as a board. His eyes flicker from them to some randomly assigned spot on the wall. Shame radiates from him; desperation does too. He's too afraid to approach them, nervous that he'd be too quick or too rough and harm them.

Luckily, they knew him well. They would approach carefully, slowly. Their eyes would be locked on his the entire time. Delicate hands would fall on stiff shoulders, gliding in soothing up-and-down motions before they take his hands in their own.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Satan would shake his head. He always did in the moment, afraid of reliving his rage and frightening them. Despite their assurances that it wouldn't bother them. Maybe later he'd open up, pull them into his arms like he so loved to do and whisper his stresses and worries as they listened intently, showering him in subtle affections as he continues. But now he simply shakes his head. He just needs—

They knew the next step well enough that they didn't need to ask. Their arms wrap around him and hold him in a tight embrace, their head nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Squeezing his eyes shut he'd hug them back tight enough for them to feel the need, burying his face against their head.

He doesn't pull away, and they know he's crying from the way his body is overpowered by tremors. He's angry, fed up, stressed out. But at least he has them. Tears of frustration slip freely in their presence. They won't judge like the others. They never had. Maybe that's why he didn't feel as embarrassed.

Time passes, and after rubbing soothing circles on his back, they begin to feel the tension slip away. Still, Satan makes it clear that he's not ready to leave their embrace. They guide him to the bed in their room and lay him down, a gentle peck placed on his forehead before they take their place from behind him, their chest pressed against his back as they hold him.

Eventually, Satan would feel his eyelids getting heavy as comforting silence ensues, the sensation of their warmth bringing him relief he could never find anywhere else.

They would tell him they love him, no matter what, and that bad days are easier if you have someone in your corner.

"I'll always be in your corner," they promise softly, nose brushing against his shoulder as they tighten their hold. "Always."

He can't help but fall asleep with a smile.

#not proofread bc i'm a lazy binch #but sometimes i just get hit with how much i love satan 😭#obey me #obey me satan #obey me headcanons #obey me satan x mc #platonic or romantic #i hc that he's an angry crier but only when he's super overwhelmed #my writing

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imizzu · 2 years

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Could you please do an Obey Me x Klee child MC where Klee is the new exchange student? Platonic of course

Child!MC who have the same personality as Klee!

Obey me! x Genshin

genre : fluff.

this is sfw :D

Minors can interact with this post!

fem!child! MC :)

I HAVE A LOT OF TYPOS SOMEWHERE SO SORRY (I hate u future me)

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A/n : I told my rp mother that idk how to write nsfw and she told me this is how I write 🙁 ↓ LIKE NO?? and pls don't ask about my name 🥰😍 Oh and

I'm so sorry for late reply :( I'll do my best one this one ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

sometimes they ask them self's how you put everything in fire just for a couple of seconds

you looked also innocent when you tried to put the HOUSE on fire 🥰

your very cheereful, simeon likes it

The drawings youve drawn?

it's on the fridge. Every drawing you have drawn is sticked to the fridge

That one time when beel yanked the fridge so hard the drawings fell of and got wet since you were in the counter and got shocked and you dropped the juice u were holding.

it took 6 hours to calm you down and they have to call diavolo for help

Beel : MC I'm sorry...

MC : *sobs*

asmodeus : ohh.... can't you draw them agai-

Lucifer : no. she can't.

Lucifer : it's okay mc, we can go on tevyat youve been talking about? is that what it is?

Mc : *sniffles* does that mean we can also go on monsdadt? Yey!

Hours later..

jean : MC! where have you been? I've been doing search parties just to find you!

Mc : master jean! I've been in-

Lucifer : Ah. So sorry. I'm.. Lucas..

* Satan and belphie laughing in the background *

Jean : nice to meet you Lucas. what are you doing here with mc?

Mc : they take care of me! And i help them do blast fishing!

Jean : ah.. well alright so.

Lucifer was shocked when you throw those bombs out of nowhere

* starts raining * "hehe lucky all my new bombs are waterproof 😈"

Oh my god

When mammon saw u fight those... Hilichurls? yeah whatever he got stole a sword not so moment ago he can help

Lucifer and Satan were with you when ur doing absolute nothing and just following every where you go

when you guys landed into liyue by surprise

You saw zhongli!

You ran to him and

Zhongli : my, welcome back mc

Mc : thank you Mr. Zhongli :D

just how many people do you know here?

#obey me headcanons #obey me brothers #obey me #obey me imagines #obmswd #obey me dateables #platonic #child!mc #x obey me #hcs #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mams #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #imizzu write . 🎀..

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes#664 The Morningstars

ChildSatan: Can we go out to get icecream?*Barges into his office in his footie pajamas* Luci: Did you ask Mc?*Reading his documents not looking up* ChildSatan: They said no Luci: Then why did you ask me?*Frowns at that and finally looks at his son* ChildSatan: They're not the boss of you Luci, internally" It's a trap, it's a trap, it's a trap-"

ChildSatan*Eating his icecream happily with an innocent look when Mc turns to look at him*

Mc*continues to turn their head to lucifer on his knees, lecturing him about*"I JUST MADE LUNCH-"

ChildSatan:

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! mc #obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!reader #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #daddy lucifer #child satan #parent mc #platonic mc x satan #the morningstar fam #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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smoft-demons · 3 months

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hey hey! I really like your writing :) I have a request for the brothers:

gn!mc who has trouble sleeping alone bc of nightmares. they can very rarely sleep but are great at hiding it, because they don’t want to bother anybody. they never notice because mc always sleeps fine during sleepovers??? until eventually the lack of sleep gets to them too much and it becomes too noticeable. how do they respond when mc (reluctantly) reveals the truth?

thank you and have a lovely day ❤️

Good prompt! I like this one :)

(This one took a good few hours! Hope you like it!)

MC has nightmares when they sleep alone

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Lucifer:

‘…something’s amiss with our human.’ Lucifer thinks.

He’s been observing them lately. Since he cracked down on his brothers sneaking into their room at night—in order to give the poor human a break, so they may rest well and have time to study for the upcoming wave of tests—they’ve been… sluggish. More forgetful. Their assignments are coming back notably worse. He was irritated at first, but when he brought them into his office to confront them about it, he couldn’t ignore how… off they seemed.

Lucifer sets his irritation with their slipping standards aside, in favour of concern. He is above petty reactions, he decides. No, he is reasonable enough to see that there must be a cause for this.

“MC. I did not call you here to berate you. I am not angry with you. Something is obviously wrong. Please, I cannot help you until you tell me what it is.”

You’re not sure if it’s the jarringly unmasked concern in his eyes, or the rising feeling of guilt for stressing him out more than usual that finally cracks your resolve.

Whatever it is, you confide in him. You tell him that you’ve not been sleeping well. He pries the reason out of you, by pointing out his observations about the timing.

Begrudgingly, you admit to having nightmares when you try to sleep alone.

Outwardly, he remains businesslike and practical as always. In his mind, he’s facepalming. In retrospect, the signs are all there! How did he not notice??

He feels just a bit sorry, too. In his attempt to help you, he directly made everything worse. What a great job he’s done…

Then he snaps out of it and steels himself. There’s no use dwelling on that! He can fix this. Very, very easily!

“I see. Then, sleep in my room tonight. I will ensure no nightmares bother you. Once you’ve recovered enough to learn again, I will help you bring your grades back up to your usual standard. Is this satisfactory?”

He refuses to hear any guilt from you about imposing, or taking up his time, or being a burden.

“I am choosing to carry you, MC. There’s no burden.”

From that point on, you’re always welcome in his bed. On the rare occasion that he isn’t home and none of his brothers can sleep over with you, he lends you his coat to sleep under. The familiar scent of him that clings to it is better than nothing.

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Mammon:

…Okay, at this point, he HAS to pry. Mammon is one of the first to notice that you’ve not exactly been well lately. You’re being unusually scatterbrained, clumsy, and spacey. You don’t have any energy. It’s obvious to him that there’s a sleep issue! He’s more observant than he looks, ya know!

Now that he thinks of it, these traits are not THAT out of character for you. They’re not usually this bad though!

…shit, does that mean you’re usually sleep deprived? That’s not good. Well! You’re HIS human, and he loves you lots and takes your well being very seriously, as much as he hates to say it out loud. So, he commits himself to figuring this out!

Evening comes. Mammon follows you into the hall leading towards your room. You bash your hip against a wall corner and almost fall to the floor as you dizzily stumble, trying to catch yourself. Mammon grabs you to steady you. Yeah, at this point he has to pry.

“Be careful, human! Seriously, you’d break all your lil toothpick bones without the great Mammon around to protect ya! What’s up with that, huh?”

You trust him of course, but… you’re embarrassed. You don’t want to tell him.

He clicks his tongue impatiently. You don’t say anything. He grabs you by the shoulders and steers you into his room. He pushes you down to sit on his bed.

“C’mon, MC. Talk to me. Your first man is here to help!”

“…”

“…please?”

Now, that… almost does it. You feel bad for being stubborn. You know he’s worried, and chaotic as he can be, he’s proven himself as a very good guardian demon time and time again. You take a deep breath, gathering your resolve.

You take just a bit too long. Mammon groans.

“I’m very annoying, yknow. I’ll get it outta ya somehow!”

Mammon pokes your cheeks, gently shakes you, tugs lightly at your hair, as he demands that you talk to him.

“Tell me, tell me tell me tell me tell me, c’mooooon humaaan, tell me!”

‘Oh, fucking fine!’ You think. You confide in him.

He’s mildly tempted to be like, ‘was that really so hard,’ but he won’t. He’s far more concerned than annoyed with you. He feels bad about all the super late nights out he’s been having lately. He wants to always be there for you! Him having missed something like this has him mentally kicking his own ass.

Mammon puts all that aside for now, though. He roots around in a drawer to get two pairs of his old, worn and comfy sweatpants, plus an old tshirt, faded and worn soft from use. He throws the shirt and one of the sweatpants at you

“Go brush your teeth and change, then come right back. We’re having an early night.”

When you return, he locks his door, then puts you back in his bed. He’s changed into the other pair of sweatpants. Mammon wraps himself around you as much as he can, as if to bodily shield you from the nightmares, then pulls his blanket over both of you.

“Sleep, human. No nightmares’ll DARE mess with you now. Not while I’m here. I’ll protect ya.”

Having him so close to you feels like home. Nothing else has ever felt so safe. You sleep deeply, for hours longer than you have in a while.

(Mammon is never letting you sleep alone again)

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Levi:

As much as Levi doesn’t want to bother you, he’s getting worried. You’re performing WAY worse at your video games than usual! You’re missing so many inputs! He knows your usual skill level, this game should be a relaxing walk in the park for you! He’s too worried to even make fun of you!

“Ok, that’s it! I can’t take it anymore! What happened to you, normie?? Are you sick?? Do you… not want to play with me? What’s happening??”

He’s worked himself into a panic. You know he’s sensitive enough right now to take it personally if you don’t confide in him. So fine! You’ll talk!

You’ll talk… auuugh, you can’t get the words out! You’re too self conscious about it. Fuck it. You take your DDD out of your pocket and send him a text.

>not been sleeping well. Nightmares. So tired, can’t pretend anymore! >:( Nothing personal, promise!

Levi reads the text. He chews the inside of his cheek for a long moment, thinking. Then he snaps to attention, looking at you with intense determination.

“We can’t have that! I need my player two in optimal condition! There’s no other way for us to win at any games!”

Levi resorts to his old faithful: relaxing slice of life anime! He makes a big pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, arranging them into an MC-and-Levi sized nest. It’s late enough into the evening that it’s reasonable enough to try to put you to sleep.

If just the anime and the blankets and the being in his room isn’t enough to knock you out, he’ll shyly inch over to you to hold your hand. Blushing and looking away from you because he’s shy, but he’ll do it.

If you ask him—or just look sad and cute enough—he’ll even curl up behind you in the blanket-nest and hold you. Levi won’t have ANYTHING hurting his Henry, not if he can do anything about it!

He doesn’t mind holding you all night like this. The fact that you’re asleep helps, he’s not shy when you’re not perceiving him. The anime he’s still watching is helping too. It’s a good distraction.

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Satan:

As soon as he started to get the feeling something was wrong with you, he began watching you intently. He’s sharp, so he would have caught this very early on.

He can’t help but have a little fun with this investigation at first, thinking of it as detective work.

Soon though, he gets concerned. You’re irritable, you’re not retaining information or remembering small things as well, you’re clumsier and less generally aware… all dangerous things to be in this realm.

He doesn’t need you to tell him what’s wrong. He puts it together himself. He knows you sleep just fine with him, he knows you seem well rested after sleepovers with any of his brothers too. Clearly it’s not general insomnia. He also knows that the usual frequent sleepovers haven’t been happening for a while now.

When he confronts you, he doesn’t start with asking questions. He lays out all the evidence he’s collected and states his guesses as to the cause.

He tells you he has concluded it’s most likely to be any of these causes: loneliness, separation anxiety, touch deprivation, nightmares, stress-induced insomnia. He asks you to tell him which it is, if it’s more than one, if it’s something else?

He’s so clinical about it, you pretty much forget to be self conscious. All you have to do is confirm that it’s nightmares and they only happen when you sleep alone.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he says, regardless of how little you’ve actually told him. “You’re more than welcome to sleep over with me any time. You don’t even have to ask. Just tell me that you’re sleeping over.”

That evening, he leads you into his room. He lies on his back, book in hand, and beckons you to lie on top of him.

He guides your head to rest in the crook of his neck. He balances his book against your shoulders, holding it with one hand. The other wraps around your waist, his thumb rubbing your side soothingly, and he begins to read aloud to you.

His voice and his warmth soothe you to sleep. Not a single nightmare dares touch you.

Asmo:

The first thing Asmo notices is the darkened circles under your eyes.

“Oh, my darling! Your skin!” He gasps, genuinely horrified. “Come, we can do better than that. Let your Asmo take care of you~”

As he often does, Asmo brings you to his room for a spa day. Evening. Night. It’s late.

He smooths moisturizer into your skin, using all the appropriate human-safe products for revitalizing you when you’re tired. He gets a helpful mask on you, then one for him too. As you wait for it to dry, he asks you what’s up.

“Can’t sleep, lovely? You know, if you’re restless I can always tire you out~”

You roll your eyes and elbow him lightly. You expected nothing less from Asmo. Knowing him as well as you do, it’s more endearing than bothersome. You know he’s showing you that he cares.

“Offer’s always open, darling!” He giggles. “But, is there anything else I could do for you? Need to get something off your chest? Or just some good company, hmm?”

Asmo’s really sweet. It’s easy to open up to him—or, as easy as opening up gets. He massages your hand in silence as you gather your resolve to confide in him.

He listens sympathetically. Nodding and humming encouragingly at all the right points as you speak. Squeezing your hand when you need support. Just… being the emotionally intelligent sweetheart that Asmo always is with you.

“You’re welcome to sleep here, love. Nothing you don’t want will happen, of course. Now, let me wash that mask off you, then we can snuggle if you like.”

He washes off the mask, touching you very tenderly as he does. He takes his time gently washing the product off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb affectionately. He gives you a little forehead kiss when your face is clean as his thanks for trusting him.

He lets you lead on how much contact you want. He really just wants to help. He’s happiest if you choose to cuddle with him, but he’s totally chill with just holding your hand, or even just lying next to you. He’s awesome like that.

No matter what you choose, the familiar perfume of Asmo’s room and the reassuring rhythm of his breathing lulls you to sleep. It feels safe.

You sleep really well. Asmo really is the best.

Beel:

Beel understands nightmares. He gets them too. He spots the signs easily, familiar as they are to him.

All he has to do is spot the haunted look in your eyes when he sees you before breakfast. Very distracted he usually is at that time, yes, but he loves you. He pays attention to you. He notices it pretty quick.

He can’t help but wonder why you haven’t approached him about it. Hasn’t he demonstrated to you that nightmares in particular are a thing he’s safe for you to confide in about? He’s not going to take it personally, but he IS going to worry.

He keeps an ear trained on your room whenever he goes into the kitchen at night. Carefully listening for any signs of distress.

After a few nights of this, he gives into his impulse and goes to check on you after his midnight snack. He brings you something he knows you like.

He’s not surprised to find you awake.

“Hey.” He says through a mouthful of his own food. “Want a snack?” He comes in to put it in your hands as soon as you acknowledge him.

The two of you eat together, sitting quietly on your bed side by side. Beel’s careful not to drop any crumbs.

You remain quiet even after all traces of snacks are eliminated.

“Nightmares?” Beel asks gently, looking at you with those irresistible soft worried puppy eyes he does. You can’t lie to him. You’re not a monster!

You nod. He hums sympathetically, looking genuinely saddened on your behalf. He gets it.

“Want a hug?” He offers

You press yourself into his side. He wraps one very big arm around you, and you melt into him like warm mozzarella. His solid presence is reassuring. You feel so safe with him. You’re already starting to drift as he rubs your shoulder with one large thumb.

“Would it help if I stay?” Beel murmurs to you.

You nod again.

So Beel picks you up, settling himself in your bed with you and arranging you comfortably in his arms.

He starts softly stroking your hair. Trying to help you relax more.

“Thanks for letting me help you.” Beel says earnestly. It’s obvious that he really means it. He’s grateful you’re trusting him with this. He’s very happy that you’re accepting his comfort, because he wants nothing more than to help you and protect you.

He’s good at that. Being comforting. Helpful and protective—that’s Beel.

You drift off peacefully, with nothing on your mind except the sleep-blurred sentiment of feeling grateful for him, too.

Belphie:

Without question, Belphie is the first one to notice that you’re having nightmares. Sleep is his main thing!

You only get to have one bad night before he steps in. He drags you up to the attic to nap with you right after school. No nightmares happen, of course, because you’re not sleeping alone. Belphie congratulates himself on a job well done!

…wait. Again?? He finds himself aware that you’re having another nightmare that night, hours later when you’re trying to sleep by yourself. Fuck sake.

He goes to your room. You snap awake at the disturbance. Without a word, he pours himself into your bed, draping across you like a clingy cat and going right back to sleep.

Bit rude. But this is helpful. You go back to sleep too, and have no nightmares. Good job, Belphie.

Then the next night, it happens again!! Mildly vexed at the persistent issue, he does the same thing as last night.

The next evening, he doesn’t let you go to bed alone to begin with. He goes with you, staying just aware enough that he can snipe your nightmares before they get a chance to terrorize you—but… none happen? Huh. Wild. Okay.

The next night, he finally asks you what the deal is. You hesitate to tell him. Belphie has no qualms about annoying the information out of you, if his initial blunt concern isn’t enough to get you to talk. If you don’t crack, he’ll try tickling you until you talk to him. If you STILL don’t crack, he’ll sic Beel and his concerned puppy eyes on you. No one can resist Beel’s concerned puppy eyes. Especially not when it’s BOTH twins looking at you like that!

Resistance is futile. You reluctantly tell him that you have nightmares only when you sleep alone.

He mentally slaps himself. Obviously!

He was prepared to use any of his avatar of sloth abilities necessary to cure you of your nightmares—and he still is—but he’s happy (and secretly endeared) to learn that the cure is nothing more than his presence. Less work for him! Less work, AND a good excuse to steal you away for naps all the time! Two of his favourite things!

Belphie is never letting you sleep alone again. No, you’ll either be together in your room, together in his and Beel’s room, or together in the attic.

He’ll make an exception for sleepovers with his other brothers too if you miss them. You’re so lucky he loves you.

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missbadideas · 2 years

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Demon brothers & reader, platonic

Headcanon format, somewhat

Part two of the first vent fic I did, I feel in need of comfort again and thus decided to write about fictional characters comforting reader

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• When you first came back to the HOL with mammon, barely holding back tears and looking like a wreck, Lucifer ushered you inside and pulled mammon to the side, leaving you in the safe hands of his younger brothers.

• Mammon talks of the pressure you’re constantly under, how hard you’re trying and how it never seems to please anyone you’re around, how your achievements have been making you feel more and more like a waste,

• Mammon talks, and talks, and suddenly he’s less talking and more shouting, aggressive and angry at the human world for causing you this pain. It’s only Lucifer’s hand on his shoulder, the understanding in his eyes, that mammon calms down.

• Meanwhile, with you; you were holding back tears as Belphagor held you close. You didn’t like thinking about why you officially ran away from the human world, but the memories seem to creep up inside your head regardless of what you want. The pain and hurt is lessened by Belphie’s close contact, though, and the way he’s running his hand through your hair.

• Asmo was one of the few others who had gotten up. He was preparing a nice hot bath for you, with the body wash you liked, the shampoo with that scent that you always seemed to like, and some things to clean your nails with.

• In the middle of his preparation, he couldn’t help let a bitter thought escape him- why was it always humans, doing so much harm to his loved ones? You didn’t do anything to deserve the pain and pressure forced on you, and yet-

• Asmodeous sighs. He can’t change what happened, unfortunately, but- he’ll make sure your stay in the devildom is free of stress and full of fun. He pulls out his phone, and begins taking photos of the set up, posting it on devilgram.

• ‘ Helping our sweet human exchange student de-stress 💕 ‘

• Satan was near you, sitting on the couch next to yours, as Belphie was hogging the one you’re sitting on. He had a book in a hand, a charming smile that felt out of place on his face. He’s angry, he wants to lose control and unleash hell on those bastards that made you feel this way, but-

• But Satan knows, he knows that isn’t what would make you feel better. And so, he restrains himself, and begins reading one of the romance books you’ve used as an escape from reality during your past time here.

• Beelzabub got you snacks, he ate some of them while bringing them here- but he kept your favorites intact and brought them to you, as well as a few drinks. He looks at you, and puts them on the coffee table.

• “ Hey, “ He starts, kneeling down next to the couch you’re lying on, and putting a hand on your cheek. “ We’re glad to have you, okay? We’re all happy you’re here.” not for the reasons that brought your visit, but- he knows both his brother, and himself are happy you trusted them enough to seek refuge with them.

• It’s Leviathan who’s putting on a good anime in the living room for you to watch. And his brothers aren’t complaining, or making fun of him, because they know this isn’t the time. He glances at you, and grimaces. Because yes, you weren’t a happy-go-lucky person usually, but you- he’s never seen you this drained.

• He doesn’t know if he can do much to help. He’s just a jealous bastard who overthinks things, a weirdo who likes anime and manga too much, but- but he’ll try. For you, he’ll try his best to help.

• When you’re finished with eating the snacks Beel fed you, when you’re done taking a bath with Asmodeous helping you, you’re back to your room in the HOL and you cant sleep. Before you could get off your bed, however,

• A knock interrupts you. It’s Lucifer, holding two cups of tea. His expression looks pleasant, and- after he settled the tea cup in your hand, he says,

• “ I remember you struggle with sleep often, A bit of tea should help. If you still find yourself plagued with insomnia, Belphagor would not mind you rooming with him and his brother. “

• Maybe it’s the fact Lucifer remembered this little fact about you, or maybe it’s how he’s looking at you like you’re fragile and the gentle way he’s caressing your hair-

• But your eyes tear up again, and this time, it’s from happiness. Overwhelming joy.

• You thank Lucifer, thank him for allowing you to stay, for loving you like the older brother you don’t have, for never comparing you with anyone,

• And he just smiles, a sad yet accepting smile as he says, “ It’s my pleasure, Mc. You’re family, I’m glad you’re staying here. “

• And after Lucifer kneels down to kiss your forehead, he ruffles your hair and heads to the door.

• You know that you shouldn’t have run away, it wasn’t mature, it wasn’t the best option, but-

• You also know that, while it may not have been the most mature option, it’s the one that makes you the happiest.

• Yeah, you’re never gonna be as smart as your older sister. You’re not gonna be as talented as your younger siblings either, you may even never attend normal human college, but, that’s okay

• You have your demon brothers with you, and you can do magic so you can just keep attending RAD, and look for a job here.

• You’re loved, you’re enough, you tried your best, and things will work out.

• Everything will be okay, and for once, you let yourself believe that.

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crystallinechaos · 1 year

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Request: I've been waiting for this my whole entire life bby. You said you take requests, so here's one: mc gets turned into a full-grown white tiger. I'm getting kinda tired of the trope of a character being turned into something small and helpless, so it would be wonderful to see mc scare the shit out of everyone, even for a little bit lol. It doesn't really matter how they get turned, but it's most likely done by Solomon.

And here we go! One G/N tiger MC. Hope you enjoy, lovelies!

The house of Lamentation had some strict rules, despite the frivolous trouble that cropped up. Lucifer ran a tight ship. Usually, most of the rules were followed. It was expected everyone would make at the least a cursory appearance at the breakfast table, or let Lucifer know when other things prevented it.

Usually, you were very willing to follow at least the breakfast rule. Mealtime was, after all, one of your favorite times of the day. Yet that pleasant, quiet morning, your chair was conspicuously empty. Lucifer eyed it at first with some curiosity.

As the others trooped down, his brow happened to twitch once. Satan caught it amidst buttering some toast, his grin small. Anything that caused Lucifer irritation was a good thing, after all.

Slowly, they all realized the issue. I'm between the usual self absorption that they indulged in, were peppered in comments.

"Aaah, Y/N is in so much trouble. Lucifer is gonna blow a head gasket, lol!" Levi was giggling into his game console.

"Can I have their plate," Beel wondered between a mouthful of food. His large hand had already reached over, until he got a slap from Asmo.

"Beel, that's my scone!" When Beel withdrew Asmo went back to studying himself in a handheld mirror. "Really, the party last night was the best. I don't think Y/N will be up anytime soon, really. We can't all snap back to perfection like I can, after all!"

Lucifer sighed. "You took Y/N to a party?"

Asmo blinked. "Oh yeah! With dancing and drinking, and more dancing! Solomon can really cut loose when he wants to."

"Ooooh, Y/N secret nightlife has been revealed. The end is near." Levi had dropped the gaming console to type out a post.

When Belphie came down and plopped into his seat, head plonking against the table, Lucifer finally snapped.

"Mammon, go get them."

"Eh, get them yourself. I ain't their keeper." Mammon leaned back onto two legs.

"Mammon… NOW." Lucifer didn't have to even change the expression of his face, merely his tone. They all gave him their attention. His eyes cut to Asmo. "As for you…"

The lust demon chuckled a little. "W-well, look at the time. Wouldn't want to be late."

Satan snorted, taking a sip of his coffee. "As if you care about punctuality for school Asmo."

Mammon dropped his hair back down, scooting back and hopping to his feet. "I'm just gonna go get my things. If I, uh… if I happen to run into Y/N I'll send them on to you Lucifer. Absolutely."

The greed demon darted from the room before Lucifer could get into his stride. He couldn't help but grumble to himself. You'd really stepped in it this time. Partying in general was dangerous for a human when in the devildom. Partying with Asmo turned a normal party into an even more unknown, crazy situation. You were honestly lucky to be alive.

Reaching your door he rapped on it sharply. He'd try and warn you at least, so maybe you could work up some tears or something. Maybe it'd soften Lucifer up… nah.

"OI!" He rapped again when there wasn't any noise. Nothing. His sharp ears picked up some soft shuffling, but no verbal response. "Hey, hey! Don't keep the great Mammon waiting. Pretty rude."

An odd sort of sound came from behind your door. It made him pause. It sounded… not quite human. Leaning on the oak door, he chuckled.

"What, ya losing your liquid dinner from last night? Shouldn't drink so much if you can't hold yer alcohol, newbie."

No response, except more of those off noises. He felt a tad bad. What if you were like throwing up in your sleep? Or, were allergic to something Asmo or Solomon had poured down your throat?

The thought galvanized him. "Oi, ya had your chance. I'm coming in!"

He tossed the door open, ready to either wake you up or rub your back. Instead, he froze. Your bed sheers were ruffling around, revealing random patterns of black and white. Weird pajamas…

The thought was short lived, hope crushing, as something raised its head from your bed, making a noise of curiosity.

Mammon couldn't be blamed whatsoever for his reaction.

The shriek echoed through the house of Lamentation, causing the other six demons to jump to their feet. When the demon skidded into the dining room, going so far as to leap over the table, they were rightfully confused.

"What happened?" Lucifer demanded at the same time Satan asked.

"Where is Y/N?"

"T-there gone! They… they got ate, we gotta kill it, it killed Y/N!"

"That isn't funny Mammon!" Asmo snapped.

"I AIN'T JOKING!"

As for Y/N… you had no idea what the fuck was happening. Mammon had woken you up, and then had the audacity to ignore your questions. Granted, he had been really pale. You actually hadn't realized he could go that shade of color before.

Still, you weren't in any kind of mood for this bullshit. You were never going to party with Asmo again. Never mind Solomon, and this time you meant it! The call of drinks and overheated rooms due to too many bodies crushing into the space was going to be your new ex.

It wasn't unusual to be hung over and tired. This time your body itself felt off, too heavy for your frame. Things were too sharply in focus as well, making you blink multiple times.

Mammon had turned, shrieking, from your room, causing you to crush your head back into the pillow, whining. You sounded strange to your own ears.

Following the instinct to arch your back into a long stretch, you yawned. You had to physically stop yourself from curling back up, instead hopping from the bed. It wasn't until you landed on the ground you realized something was… wrong.

Your feet didn't clink when you jumped from bed, usually. Blinking in confusion, you glanced down. Without much thought you shifted your hands around. Weird… your hands looked like paws. Maybe you were still drunk.

Wait… your fucking hands were fucking paws!

Lucifer was trying to calm Mammon down and get a decent answer from him. Had he seen your body?

"Oh, my." Satan had a dreamlike quality to his tone that caught the Pride demons attention.

The green eyes were wide and fixated. Lucifer saw why when he followed the gaze.

"Eh? Oh my, what a pretty color fur!" Asmo reacted first. Lucifer cut him a look, and the demon flinched. "No, no. I might have been drunk, but not nearly drunk enough to bring home a tiger. I brought Y/N home and that was it."

Lucifer growled. "I'm aware."

"What are we gonna do? What of its hungry?" Levi asked, taking a small step back.

"That thing ate Y/N!" Mammon snapped.

The tiger let out a roar, causing the envy and greed demons to yelp.

"You're an idiot," Belphie muttered.

"All the food is gone." Beel said it sternly. As of to prove his point, he picked up the last piece of toast and swallowed it whole.

"Why would you do that? What are we gonna feed it now?" Levi gripped Beel on the arm.

"Tigers don't eat toast," Belphie muttered.

"It cant have my meat either," Beel glared at it.

The white tiger seemed to huff, before it charged. While the others shrieked or flinched, Lucifer and Satan stayed still. It slammed into Lucifer, though the demon didn't move an inch with the added weight. The tiger was whining and almost… pleading.

"There, there." Lucifer sighed in an almost resigned way. It had almost been a calm, no trouble morning. How would he explain this to Diavolo?

"Course Lucifer can charm a wild animal," Mammon muttered from where he'd fallen over.

"Maybe cause he is an animal," Asmo gushed with a flirty wink.

Satan finally gave into the urge. His hand reached out and he stroked through the white fur. After a moment, he actually took you into his arms despite your large size. Your fur was soft and warm, and under his ministrations your sides soon stopped heaving in fear.

"Or maybe he can calm them down because this is Y/N." He gave them all a look. "You're all pathetic."

"What did you feed them yesterday Asmo?" Lucifer asked quietly.

"That… that's Y/N?" Then he seemed to hear Lucifer. "No, no. They didn't drink anything I didn't drink, I made sure of it!"

That was true. Any drink you'd had Asmo or Solomon had taken a sip of it first, to make sure it was safe. They were your besties. You grumbled low, reaching out to bat Lucifer with a paw. You weren't going to let him blame Asmo.

Now you were calm, sunk low into Satan's grasp, you remembered. Asmo had all the best intentions. But there was one thing you'd drank that the others didn't know about. You all had stopped at Purgatory Hall and had a final drink if the night. Or, it had been meant to be a quick drop off.

Asmo and Solomon had vanished into the sorcerer's room for some fun, while you declined the invitation. The noise had woken up Simeon, who kindly gave you blankets and pillows to fix up the rather comfortable couch before he'd drifted back to his own bed, casting a silencing charm throughout the house for Luke.

Asmo had woken you up a few hours later, and you'd went to the restroom. Your mouth had been dry… you'd thought it was safe. The mixture had been light and almost airy, floating down your throat rather than being swallowed, pleasant warmth hitting and coursing through your body.

And thus, you'd woken up as a fucking tiger.

Lucifer arched a brow at you, before he sighed. "You obviously can't go to school like this. I'm going go have to report this to Diavolo. Asmo… you and Solomon will be coming with me. The rest of you… get going before you're late."

Levi started giggling, while Asmo sulked beside Lucifer. "You were terrified of Y/N."

"Hey, show some respect for your older brother!"

"What's there to respect? Idiot." Belphie handed Beel a bag of chips on his way out.

Lucifer glanced to Satan, who stared back. "Put them down and get going."

"I don't think so. What if something happens? They shouldn't be alone."

Usually, Lucifer would have called him out on the obvious fact he just wanted to cuddle a cat, but he was too tired.

"As you say. Once we've got this all sorted, I'll have you bring them to where we are. Ideally Solomon will know what happened."

He paused, stroking you on the head soothingly. "We'll get this sorted, don't worry. Try and stay calm."

Of course. "Well, you must be hungry. Let's get you something to eat."

Satan cuddled you for another moment before he sat you down. This was definitely not fun. Having to look up this far to see his face was definitely not ideal, and it jarred you.

He opened the fridge. "Well, what would you like? Just nudge it and I'll handle the rest."

You glanced into the fridge, nose tantalizing you with new scents. It didn't take much before you were pawing at where you knew the meat was kept. Satan bent down, opening the drawer and picking up the steaks there.

"These? Makes sense I suppose. I wonder how much of you is becoming the tiger. Do you have any urges to lick yourself?"

With a small roar, you swiped him, claws accidently out. He dodged easily, giving you a cool gaze.

"I'm not Mammon. You aren't going to scare me with roars and snarls."

You grumbled, curling up on the floor while he cooked your breakfast. Once it was done, he hummed. You were just grateful it still smelled amazing cooked. If you had only wanted it raw, then gods… you'd have just given up. Satan paused before he kneeled before you.

"Seems a bit odd, if I have you eat from the floor. Can you get up onto the table?"

You nodded your head, raising onto your hind legs before you used the front to drag yourself up. You felt the table scratch your belly, making you jolt. A glance showed some white fur had gotten stuck between a chip in the table.

"I more meant jump up. I'll be more specific next time." He set your plate down, but still seemed not satisfied. "Shall I feed you?"

You couldn't help the way your whiskered face twitched. Eventually you nodded, since you didn't relish putting your face down into a plate. You weren't Beel.

Satan was meticulous. He cut the steaks into thin strips, perfectly sized for your current mouth. Thankfully he did use a fork to feed you, so you were saved the worry about accidently biting his fingers. Idly, you wondered if you could even hurt him, or really any of them. Somehow you doubted it, seeing as you were a regular white tiger. Maybe of you were a demon tiger… that was a terrifying thought.

Once you were done he followed you to the sitting room, letting you curl up against him while he read a book. When you pawed at him, he obliged you and his smooth voice soon read the words aloud, letting your drift to the cadence.

When he woke you up, hours later, problems arose. Satan had received word from Lucifer, who had even sent a portal so you didn't have to be carted through the Devildom. Really, he would be sad to see this go. As a tiger you were adorable and soft. The perfect sized cat for him. Still, he supposed you couldn't remain.

Especially when, upon waking, he noted that you weren't really there. Only a wild beast reflected in your eyes, as you woke up with a violent snarl, lunging for him with killing intent.

You were going for his throat. He fed you his arm, using the other to grasp you by the thicker fur of your neck, throwing you to the side. Easily he twisted you and held you down.

"Y/N! Get a hold of yourself!"

He watched as awareness came back to you, and you guiltily released his arm. He hummed, feeling your tongue rasp over the skin exposed in apology. You were becoming more animalistic at an alarming rate, considering when he could roughly guess you initially transformed.

"You didn't harm me, Y/N. Don't worry." He rose and gestured. "Lucifer has the solution. Let's get going."

You followed him without hesitation. You wanted this over. You remembered the moments of animalistic instinct that had overwhelmed your humanity and felt terror.

The portal took you to the student council room. Diavolo immediately took you in with Barbatos, eyes serious.

Solomon was there as well. "Sorry about this. I didn't realize I left that potion out. Although… really, you shouldn't drink random things you find. That's why Asmo and I taste test everything first."

"Because a narcissistic tiger is what we need," Satan wondered.

Solomon laughed. "That would be interesting! Not to worry though. This potion would only affect a human like this."

"Still… Lucifer you forgot to mention how adorable Y/N is as a tiger!" Diavolo came quickly toward you, beaming. It knocked you back into you beast self, and you roared threateningly, claws coming out as you tensed up.

The demon prince froze, golden eyes studying you. "Not good, perhaps."

Satan shared a glance with Lucifer. "They do seem to becoming more in line with a true tiger the longer they remain in this form."

"It'll be fine." Solomon stepped up; hand outstretched.

Magic poured from his being and wrapped you in a bubble of power, causing you to spin rapidly for an escape. Your paws swiped against the barrier, cries distorting disturbingly. Though the demons couldn't see you, they could hear the way you sounded sometimes like a tiger, others like yourself. Your cries made Lucifer and Satan twitch.

Finally, the bubble burst in golden flakes, leaving you there. It took a moment before you opened your eyes.

"Satan, Diavolo I am so sorry! I would never snarl at you or… or bite your arm off."

Before you could register it, Lucifer was before you. He has removed his uniforms jacket, and wrapped it around you. And you realized. Face flushing, you turned to look at a smug Solomon.

"I'm going to absolutely murder you."

#obey me #obey me mc #satan x you #platonic

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shallyouobeyme · 6 months

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Rise

Obey Me - Yandere!Brothers x Reader (GN); Yandere!Diavolo x Reader (GN)

Summary: Your death had not been an unexpected one - at least for the seven reasons behind it - what had been unexpected was what happened afterwards. How far are the residents of hell willing to go to get you back?

! Minors Do Not Interact !

TW: Major Character Death, Death of a relative (mentioned), Yandere!brothers can be interpreted either as platonic or romantic, poison, murder, Manipulation, blackmailing, non-consensual kissing, angst generally, I do not condone this - this is all just fiction

Everything about your death had been planned prior, not a single detail was unaccounted for. At least for the ones behind it. You yourself had no idea that you were eating your last meal one Friday evening - it had been Lucifer's turn to cook and he made one of your favourites - and you were enjoying dinner with all the brothers. Quite honestly, you should have known something was afoot simply by the fact that all of them were on their best behaviour, no fighting, no cursing - the literal and the magical kind - and even Levi was acting sociable, without a handheld console anywhere in sight. Belphegor was wide awake (at least for his standards), Beelzebub was eating with relative moderation, Mammon wasn't bragging about any of his new purchases, Satan was calm as he could be, and Asmodeus had his complete attention on you, but not in his typical flirty way. It was like they were all trying to savour the moment.

Lucifer seemed to be the same as always, but you knew him too well and knew how to look beyond his shell. He was sad, somehow, and you would have guessed this sense of self-loathing that his pride usually didn't allow, but that always was just below the surface was bubbling up. Why, you didn't know, but you figured you'd ask him after dinner when you had some alone time. When you were finished eating, Mammon jumped up exclaiming that he'd do the cleaning today and you knew one of the brothers would ask what he was trying to even out now, which scheme of his he needed to repent for before it had actually come out. Not a word was said though. That was the moment when you became slightly suspicious, but sadly not suspicious enough - not that there was anything for you to change at that point. The deed had already been done.

A yawn straight out of your mouth pulled you away from your suspicions. You were really tired all of a sudden. The day must have been more exhausting than you had thought. 'Oh well', you thought as your eyelids slowly became heavier, 'you had time to ask Lucifer about what was going on tomorrow, after all, it was the weekend and you had had all the time in the world'. 'All the time in the world', oh how silly that phrase now sounded. You said goodbye to the brothers, giving each of them a small kiss on their cheek as it had established itself in your routine before you turned to leave for your room. 'MC', Lucifer had called after you as if wanting you to stop, but when you turned around to him, he seemingly had discarded whatever it was he had wanted, instead telling you to sleep well.

And you did sleep well, for about two hours and twenty-seven minutes. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes later, your heart beat for the last time, and then your body grew cold and stiff and lifeless. Death had come for you at last. A peaceful death, that the brothers knew for sure because as they all sat waiting in the dimly lit living room, they only felt a slight ache and a sense of finality as their bonds broke apart. It was regretful that they had to these measures and they were well aware that for the rest of their eternal lives, they'd mourn their actions - but what had to be done was done, this was the only way. The one way that would mean that you would spend eternity with them.

Their plan had first started being formulated when you had gotten news of a relative of yours dying - they had been old and sick and their death had not been an unexpected one. The brothers had decided they'd be there to help you mourn and cheer you up, but they found that while you felt the pain of your loss you were actually relieved, knowing that your relative now didn't have to suffer anymore, especially since they had made peace with their end already. It was what you said when Levi had wondered how you could be so nonchalant about death that kickstarted it all. 'We all die at the end, some sooner, some later - death is a part of life and I find that fleeing from it is impossible so I might as well embrace life for the short time it blesses me.'

They had always known that you'd die one day - they knew you were mortal, but still, knowing that you knew that you would, made this more real. It meant that it was something that would happen in the near future (for them at least) and after they had a long talk where all of them agreed that they could not, would not, live without you anymore they decided that the only way for you to be with them forever was to make you like them, to have you be a demon. That way you'd be safe in the Devildom - not that they'd stop protecting you - and you'd be bound to them for eternity, just like the pacts had bound them to you. But for a mortal to become a human, they had to die first.

Lucifer had cleared things with Diavolo - made him promise that once you died and came to hell, he'd make you into a demon (decidedly not mentioning that your death might happen sooner than the prince might expect) - and Satan took care of a poison that would make you die peacefully and painlessly in your sleep. From then on everything would be simple, your soul would come down to hell, that much was sure, you had made pacts with not one, not two, but all seven of the lords of hell, so there wasn't a way in the world that you'd end up in heaven.

That's what they had been so very sure of, but they didn't realize just how pure you were, how you had been able to keep your soul shining and clean even while surrounded by the worst of the worst, how you hadn't indulged in sin even while being surrounded by it. It might have been your celestial heritage or just your heart of goodness, but it seems the great father had his eyes on you and decided to give you another chance after your death. A new life as an angel - the same soul just elevated into a high, celestial position, and without memories about your mortal life. The brothers had no idea of your new angelic self, just mulling over the fact of how long it was taking you to make the track to hell, worrying that you might have been trapped in the mortal realm with unfinished business. It was Simeon who cleared it up for them, he had been in Celestia with Luke while they had ended your life, so when he appeared in the mansion, face white as a sheet and eyes filled with sadness, exclaiming that you were in Celestia now, that you had no memories, asking the brothers what had happened to you, why they hadn't been informed of your untimely demise. They improvised, exclaiming that you had died of some natural causes that unsuspectedly came with a mortal like you spending so much time in the Devildom, that they were in deep mourning and hadn't even gotten to contact your family yet. Simeon - too goodhearted for his own good - believed them, telling them that he'd mourn with them, but it was what he said before he left again that stuck in their mind: He'd take good care of your soul in Celestia.

No, they wouldn't let this happen. They'd do whatever they had to, whatever it took, to have you back in their midst again. A new plan formed, this one more destructive and with much more dire consequences, but they did not care anymore. Lucifer was again the one to get Diavolo's help but this time he was straightforward about it - he knew that he'd act on it with or without the prince's help. It was a surprise how quickly Diavolo agreed and how eager he was to help, it was a sign of his own ulterior motives, but having Diavolo on their side was the biggest trump card they could gain so Lucifer decided to keep that to himself.

Their plan would surely lead to another century, if not more, of animosities between the realms. It might even lead to another Celestial war, but the brothers were more than prepared to fight their former brethren if it was just to have you in their reach again. And so it was enacted ruthlessly and without hesitation. The seven of them along with Diavolo could easily summon an angel, even one as protected and new as you, and so when you arrived in the middle of their circle they were all too ready to embrace you tight enough to make sure you could never escape, the would have clipped your beautiful white wings - the same that Lillith had sprouted out of her back when she was alive and celestial - and would have buried your halo below the deepest ditch in the deepest sea, but they knew that that was not the end goal of their plan. Instead, Diavolo made you an offer. To join him. To become one of the rulers of hell, the eighth lord/lady of hell, and get a power beyond a simple angel's imagination. Of course, you declined, no self-respecting angel without any reason would agree to that, after all, angels were made, born, with the knowledge that the inhabitants of the Devildom were evil, the enemy.

Again, the brothers had expected you to decline, but they wanted to have at least offered it to you under these circumstances. They would get what they wanted one way or another though and so after a simple snap of Diavolo's fingers, Barbatos entered the room, carrying in his hand a small angel. He was holding him with his hand around his neck from behind and Luke was either unconscious or... you didn't want to think about what the or was. Of course, he was just sleeping from a potion in the cookies he had made with Barbatos earlier, during the baking session they had used to lure him down to the Devildom to work as their blackmail.

The ultimatum was clear. Agree, become one of them, and Luke would go free, or decline, go back to Celestia with the knowledge that the young angel, one of Michaels's very own pupils, had died while you could have stopped it. Had you retained your memories from your mortal life, you might have believed that they wouldn't have dared to hurt Luke, but even then you would have been wrong because there was nothing that was too far in their attempt to regain you by their side.

The goodness that had brought you into this situation in the first place was now also the reason for your decision. No way could you live with yourself knowing that you could've stopped Luke's death. And so you held out to shake Diavolo's hand, only for him to pull you towards him and kiss you deeply. The kiss was unexpected, but it turned out to be a welcomed distraction from the burning that started in your midst and widened out until it had reached every single part of your body. Your wings felt like they were made of pure fire as the feathers that were white as snow before turned into an ashen grey. The pain was almost as bad as the one in your temples where horns came out and curled backwards until they were horizontal to your head with a slight angle.

When the kiss - and the transformation - had ended the complete morph of your body took its toll as you fell right into Diavolo's arms. At that point Diavolo saw himself faced with a choice, he was so tempted to just take you with him - make you his partner like he knew you would one day be the moment he had given you your first kiss, now was the perfect chance, you were a demon like him now - but the brothers would surely wreak havoc up him and his kingdom if he did and he had more than enough time after all. People didn't expect him to be a patient man given his childish demeanour, but for you he was willing to wait decades, if not centuries, knowing that once he had you, he'd have you forever by his side. For now, he'd let the brothers take you home, coddle and care for you while they searched for ways to bring your memories back. They'd surely have their work cut out for them, after all - as Barbatos had explained after your transformation - as a result of a mix of celestial blood and the pacts you had with them during your time as a mortal, you were now the ultimate sin, an amalgamation of all of them: pride, greed, envy, wrath, lust, hunger and sloth.

A/N: My thirteenth entry into Yandere Writetober - based on the result of a poll I held - I hope you all liked this slightly longer and more experimentally written Friday the 13 'special'. If you did, I would really appreciate a comment or a reblog. Look forward to tomorrow's entry 'castle'

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angxlofvenus · 9 months

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Hiii so I wanted to ask if you could write some headcanons about how the brothers would react if MC suddenly turned into a toddler (due to some forbidden book or Solomons cooking or whatever you want) like ,how would they react ,how would they take care of my ?

I hope this request makes sense ! I really like your writing

When You Become A Toddler

Thank you so much for the request! This was so cute to write about, Have a great rest of your day/night! Genre: Fluff Ship: Platonic brothers x reader TW: mentions of hurting Solomon, killing Solomon, Pretty much just threats on Solo's life, minimal cursing, eating Solomon's cooking, Turning into a child, Child reader

You should've known better by now... When Solomon brought you a Tupperware claiming it was Simeon's cooking, You knew it was risky but the food looked good! You only realized how badly you messed up after only one bite...

Lucifer

No. Not another one- He refuses

This man has pretty much raised 6 kids already, and while he may kill Solomon for this, He is the most experienced in helping you

He’s got this whole mom thing down to a T

Will probably just care for you like a normal Toddler

It does get a teeny strenuous when he eventually needs to get back to work

No mc, you can not help him sign papers with your red Crayola crayon.

Once you’re back to normal, he’s mostly relieved, Though it was nice to reminisce on the good ol’ days when his brothers were still just young Cherubs

Mammon

First thought is, “Oh shit!”

Second thought is, “Lucifer’s gonna kill me!”

He may strangle Solomon right then and there

He is the second oldest so he’s got some experience under his belt

Immediately is picking you up and coddling you

Will totally become the best babysitter ever (aka letting you do pretty much whatever you want)

Wanna go spend Lucifer’s money? Hell yeah! Wanna go to the park? Let’s go!

Once you’re back to normal, He’s gonna deny Caring for you as closely as he did but he secretly enjoyed having someone younger around who actually likes him for a while (Luke…)

Levi

Nope, He can’t do this!!

Yes, He technically has 4 younger brothers, yes he knows how to take care of kids but still-

His room isn’t for kids, All of his precious collectibles!!

Is cursing the sorcerer's name

Y’all will end up watching some kid-friendly anime and playing some of his easier games

Will let you win too

After you’re back to normal, He will let out a sigh of relief, You weren’t a bad kid but, He likes you better grown up and not so destructive

Satan

As he is technically the youngest in age, He won’t be the most experienced

But- This man has read a couple things about kids so he isn’t totally helpless

Will be one of the better caretakers, He will keep you happy and calm throughout the day

He’ll find some more age-appropriate books to read to you

Afterwards, He is happy you’re back to normal safely but it was nice to act so domestic for a bit, He will being having a ‘talk’ With Solomon :)

Asmo

Well, aren’t you cute!

Would also be a great babysitter in my opinion

Y’all will be having a fashion show, sorry I don’t make the rules

His phone is now full of pictures of just you and him being fashionistas

Will 100% let you play with all his makeup and nail polish, Yes he’ll let you give him a makeover

No matter how bad the finished product looks, he will shower you in compliments on your skills

After you're back to normal, He’ll laugh about the situation with you and gush about how cute you were!

Beel

Now this guy is a family man so he’s immediately in protective mode

Will protect you with his life

Is maybe the best babysitter out of everyone

Will get everything you need, Blankets, coloring books, toys, You name it- He’s gonna get it for you

Will absolutely cook for you/ share his food if you ask nicely, He could never say no to that face!

Once you turn back, He is a little sad but overall just happy you’re healthy

He won’t let you anywhere near Solomon or his cooking for a while…

Belphie

Get somebody else to do it-

In all seriousness, he isn’t really good with kids

Will probably take you to the park or something so you can get all your energy out while he naps on a bench

Once y’all get back, He’ll give you his phone and just let you go wild while he sleeps

Will be nice enough to let you cuddle with him/ steal his cow pillow

He’ll be so happy when you’re back to normal, Not that you weren’t cute and all but he likes you better when you can care for yourself

He will definitely be out for blood though, Solomon isn’t going to get off that easily

Best babysitter to worst:

Beel Satan Lucifer Mammon Asmo Levi belphie

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