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Beel with stubbles-

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There goes my MC. You will be missed~

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Obey Me Fun Facts 571-580

• According to Asmodeus, Barbatos is a talented dancer

• When Mephistopheles asked Satan to interview Levi, Satan warned him to make an ample amount of time for it. Mephistopheles later angrily ranted about the interview taking all day.

• Diavolo misplaces his pen so often that Barbatos engraved his name into it so he could locate it or have it returned to him

• Diavolo keeps trying to convince Lucifer to let him paint his portrait

• Leviathan accidentally started a trend of dressing up the voodoo dolls at school

• Simeon couldn’t figure out why he was bad at jump roping until Luke told him to take his cape off and try again

• When doing a sleep exchange Diavolo threw a fit about sleeping in a guest room until he was allowed to sleep in Lucifer’s room

• Thirteen has a paint-blaster named Lil’ Picasso

• Raphael asked Solomon to create a camera that would always take pictures from the best angle

• Mephistopheles gives bird-feeding tips to Luke

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I think the second one is from the recent luficer card for happy devil day? Or atleast that's what I saw on Twitter, in WW there is this situation where mc send lucifer a letter and in the letter they called him "daddy"

Fun Facts 581-590

• Simeon called Lucifer for advice when he went on a fishing trip.

• MC has canonically referred to Lucifer as “Daddy”

• Mammon cried while reading Cinderella

• RAD has yearly dance competitions. Whichever pair has “the most marvelous, fantastic dance” is crowned winner and given a pair of glass slippers.

• Barbatos has on multiple occasions referred to MC as his sacrificial lamb.

• Beelzebub exclaimed “check out those buns” while liking through a food magazine. Belphie thought it was porn and asked to see.

• Luke is building a candy stash

• When Satan caught Mammon sleeping he tied his hair in two pigtails and Mammon never noticed. Solomon stayed to watch but didn’t warn him.

• Asmodeus believes he looks best from above at a 45 degree angle

• Luke thinks Leviathan sometimes sounds like a teenage girl

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BARBATOS⸺VIRTUOSO OUTFIT

Are we marching? I was hoping you could help. Break a leg.

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— Barbatos's outfits || Virtuoso outfits || masterlist —

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BARBATOS⸺VIRTUOSO OUTFIT

Are we marching? I was hoping you could help. Break a leg.

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— Barbatos's outfits || Virtuoso outfits || masterlist —

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because of the way you're constantly bickering, most demons believed you and Mephistopheles were a second from slapping each other, faces so close and heavy breathing's with equally heated gazes, having Diavolo pull you both apart so no one got hurt. oh but how wrong they are, although grateful to the demon lord's actions because a couple more seconds and the purple haired man could have started making out with you.

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I'm not very far into the game, but for being the avatar of lust asmodeus isn't as horny as some other demons(Lucifer)

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Oh, to be an immortal and hot wizard😖😫😣

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I have the headcanon that the brothers can feel when Mc feels the sin they represent, Satan when he feels anger, Beel when he feels gluttony…, but that the other way around also happens. When one of the brothers is being “dominated” by his sin, Mc is able to feel that feeling as their own even though it is not. I mean, Mc is calmly doing their business and suddenly BUM, they feel a very marked envy out of nowhere. And it's like:

Mc: *feels a very strong envy out of nowhere*

Mc: What the hell happened to Levi now?

Mc: *quietly in their room when they starts to feel a familiar sensation* How strange…

Mc: *realizing that it's greed what they are feeling* Wait…

Mc: *getting up suddenly and running out* MaaMmoOoon!!! whatever it is don't even think about it!!!!

Mc: *studying* mmm What…

Mc: !!! *feeling a big lust* Asmo we have a final exam tomorrow!!!!

Mc: *with a classmate doing a project* … *suddenly feels a surge of anger and smashes their pen* …

Demon: Are you ok?!

Mc: I am, but the bastard who pissed off Satan won't be ha ha.

Demon: ????

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Lucifer probably does his best to keep the House of Lamentation clutter-free, meaning no personal effects are allowed in the hallways or common areas. He has to be very strict about this. Showing any of his brothers even a little leniency will cause the house to soon be overrun with massive piles of their random possessions.

What if the one (1) exception is a picture? A picture hand-drawn by MC, of everybody standing together and smiling. It has been hung up in a spot that humans supposedly only use to display their most precious art: the refrigerator door.

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Fun Facts 581-590

• Simeon called Lucifer for advice when he went on a fishing trip.

• MC has canonically referred to Lucifer as “Daddy”

• Mammon cried while reading Cinderella

• RAD has yearly dance competitions. Whichever pair has “the most marvelous, fantastic dance” is crowned winner and given a pair of glass slippers.

• Barbatos has on multiple occasions referred to MC as his sacrificial lamb.

• Beelzebub exclaimed “check out those buns” while liking through a food magazine. Belphie thought it was porn and asked to see.

• Luke is building a candy stash

• When Satan caught Mammon sleeping he tied his hair in two pigtails and Mammon never noticed. Solomon stayed to watch but didn’t warn him.

• Asmodeus believes he looks best from above at a 45 degree angle

• Luke thinks Leviathan sometimes sounds like a teenage girl

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Love potion and Dateables - Part 3

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Intro , Part 1 , Part 2

Masterlist

CW: fluff, hurt, insecurities, Barbatos is living in a horror movie for a hot minute, boys are crushing hard and MC is implied to be crushing hard too, pre-established relationship

A/N: I didn't know what to do for Simeon's part and it turned out to be the longest

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Diavolo

His extensive knowledge on etiquette begged him to knock the door, but his longing asked him otherwise. He didn’t have much time until Lucifer came looking for him and he really, deeply, needed to see you.

RAD’s latest festival had been a massive hit, various stalls displaying regional costumes, homemade food and games, and he had been naïve enough to think he finally had the chance to take you on a real date. A moment with no interruptions for him to show you how he felt and for you to, hopefully, love him back.

Sadly, spirit week passed by and Diavolo barely had any time to see you. All he watched, from your stunning features to your sparkling eyes, had been from afar. And now, days later, he still felt a tingle in his chest whenever he remembered how you looked during the festivities.

So he knocked once, twice, thrice, until his impatience got the best of him and made him open the door.

The room was dark, but your scent still lingered. It felt weird, however. What was it? Your blood and sweat? The products you used on your body and your clothes? Scented candles, perfume, food…? What was it? A mix of everything, it seemed.

The guilt of intruding your private space mildly subdued when he saw the cauldron on the table.

So that’s what it was. Surely homework for Solomon, although he’d had to ask the sorcerer what was the purpose of this particular assignment.

The potion looked like blood covered velvet and it immediately reminded him of his future: a rich fabric drowned in danger. On the other hand, its warmth soon embraced his face, allowing him to imagine your fingers caressing his cheekbones, your lips covering his in a smile with ridiculous care.

Diavolo sighed and walked away from the table, not sure of what to do. He couldn’t stay and risk being caught by you, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep that night if he went back to the castle without talking to you first.

He checked his uniform, straightening his tie before brushing his hair with his fingers.

If he was lucky, he’d cross paths with you on the hallway.

Barbatos

The House of Lamentation was introduced to a new routine the moment Barbatos saw that rat. Mandatory deep cleaning once a week and very recommended evacuation once a month for disinfecting purposes. Barbatos would refuse to enter the house otherwise, which was the last thing he wanted to do because he hadn’t spent any quality time with you in days.

There had been chit-chat in RAD whenever he saw you, as well as short trivial conversations on the phone. He’d also tried to invite you to his tamest shopping trips and as much tea parties as he was capable of organizing, but damn the brothers for being jealous and making everything so difficult.

Never in his life he would’ve believe he’d feel thankful for a rat’s existence.

However, MC, if you didn’t open your door in the next ten seconds he would open it himself.

Barbatos knocked again, mouth full of saliva and heart jumping out of his chest. He could feel something crawling up his back, whiskers and soft fur exploring his skin under the uniform and tiny claws scratching whatever they could.

Unable to keep waiting in the deserted hallway, wide enough for any rodent to run up to him without being detected, he rushed inside your room and closed the door with a bang. He felt deeply embarrassed, thankful that you weren’t there to see his dishevelled state, but his demeanour changed when he smelt the room.

It was something he was very familiar with: the tea blend he made just for you! Smiling softly at the realization, he created an image in his mind; you trying to do the blend on your own and succeeding. It made his heart soar in pride and apreciation.

His mood quickly changed without him noticing and soon the only thing occupying his mind was you. How thankful you were of his actions, MC, how happy you made him feel by simply existing.

Feeling stronger than ever and giving himself a few more seconds to breathe and regain his rationality, Barbatos opened the door and stepped out of your room.

His fears be damned; he was in dire need of your presence.

Solomon

Your smell vanished soon after your departure and Solomon had to grip the edges of the table to stop himself from grabbing the vial again. He knew what would happen then, as it happened before. He would lose himself in the potion and the memories within, every reason he had to love you and to feel loved by you.

Your humanity, tainted, but still present, the colour of your eyes, the softness of your skin; the lack of horns and wings and tail. How you trusted him against everyone’s advice, like you knew there was more to him that no one else bothered to see.

And he refused to feel threatened by someone like Mammon; Barbatos or Simeon he could understand, but why Mammon? Why did he have to sit and stare whenever the Avatar of Greed reached the limit of his jealousy? And why did that limit lower when Solomon was present?

He frowned in anger and frustration. Ironically, the thing he knew would make him feel better was the one he was viciously trying to avoid. Was he even an option for you, MC? Asmo did tell him from time to time to go for it, but he also inserted himself in those fantasies, so Solomon tended to take his words with a pinch of salt.

Unable to resist the temptation of your comfort, he walked towards the cabinet and grabbed the vial again. How could such a small container radiate so much warmth? For so many years he had it and in just a few months it grew stronger than ever.

Reinvigorated.

That’s how you made him feel. You may call him an old man and he may be an old man, MC, but he wasn’t one to bend the knee and he wouldn’t start doing that now.

Feeling determined, Solomon vaguely waved his hand and watched as his room tidied up itself. Books flying to the shelves on the walls, spell equipment returning to its original place in the table and clothes resting in hangers.

You once called him Mary Poppins and he had yet to understand, but never mind that for now.

He’d give you enough time to make your own potion during the evening and then he’d go to the House of Lamentation. Having your friendship was enough, but King Solomon the Wise never settled.

Simeon

The moment he heard Solomon’s door close, his heart went up his throat, blood rushing through his body in excitement. The table was full of vegetables, meats and fruit native to the Devildom, the result of experimentation as a cure to boredom, and he deeply hoped you could stay for dinner. He needed more testers other than Luke’s sweet tooth and Solomon’s destroyed palate.  

To his disappointment, the only thing you did when you entered the kitchen was wave goodbye.

“Gotta leave, Simeon! Enjoy dinner!”

“Wait! MC!”

You turned around, fighting to force your arm inside the jacket with your schoolbag tightly secured between your legs. You looked at him silently, embarrassed? Probably due to the unnecessary effort when gathering your things.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner? There’s more than enough for all of us”

You smiled back at him, suddenly bashful, before pointing at your bag.

“I have homework to do, blame your roommate”

He laughed and rolled his eyes, trying not to show his dissatisfaction at seeing you leaving once again, but he could try another time. Probably best to ask in advance, though.

“What did he ask you to do?”

His hands went back to the food, cleaning, cutting and slicing with carefulness, but his eyes were set on you. Simeon couldn’t help but feel anything other than delight when he noticed you leaving the bag on the floor and coming closer.

“It’s a love potion, he said it might come in handy in the future”

“Did he now?”

For what, he may wonder. He hoped you never felt the need to use it; your heart was more than enough to enchant anyone you encountered.

“He showed it to me once, too” he confessed, not really thinking through what he was saying “It smelled rather nice; although I suppose that’s its purpose…”

His mouth stayed open, unsure of what to say next, before finally closing with a snap. Simeon’s attention went back to the food once more, failing to see your uncertainty at his words.

“And what did you…?”

He raised his gaze when you stopped talking and your shy demeanour took him by surprise. Did something happen? Did he say something wrong? He was about to ask, worried at your silence, but you beat him to it.

“Forget it, it’s nothing. I’m going home, okay? I need to study”

“Stay safe, MC”

You nodded, then grabbed your bag again and left the kitchen. Barely a minute later he heard the front door open and close one final time.

Whatever happened? Everything seemed to be doing okay, although he did stop looking at you for a short moment. Did the love potion have something to do with it? Solomon better pray that wasn’t the case, otherwise he’d be learning a new method of teaching very soon.

Fortunately for the sorcerer, thinking about the love potion again made him remember what he smelled when he saw it for the first time. A faint scent of old books, like a memory, and a stronger coat of cinnamon, cocoa powder and whipped cream.

He had a great idea.

Maybe a couple of pastries would make you feel better! He’d need to notify Lucifer in advance so someone could hide the desserts from Beel until you were finished.

Or should he deliver them in person? Simeon couldn’t avoid imagining you opening your bedroom door, smile wide in your face upon seeing him and offering him to eat his baking together, like many times before.

He’d make sure to prepare your favourites; he knew them by memory.

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luci n mams 💞

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so stay where i can see you, okay = i want to see you everyday i want to know where you at CAN I GO WHERE YOU GO CAN WE ALWAY BE THIS CLOSE FOREVER AND EVER

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The bottom two lines are hilarious

“Forbidden love”? He’s literally the only one who can marry us with no issues DJDJFJDJDKD

If I was as old as Solomon I’d blame stuff on my age too!