#Gender Neutral Main Character

[beels-burger-babe]

Heatwave Drabble

MC: God, how is it so fucking hot down here? Solomon: It's the Devildom. What did you expect? MC: I dunno! Maybe an ice tundra or some normal boring weather not a melt your skin off heatwave! Solomon: There's not much I can do to help you there, MC. What would you want- *Spots Simeon and Luke grooming their wings in the other room. Glances at each other* *10 minutes later* Simeon: You know, this isn't at all the appropriate use for our wings. MC: *Sighs, happily getting fanned by massive angel wings and being given an ice coffee from Luke* Does that mean you're going to stop? *Pouts* It's fine if you do. It's just- I've felt like I was dying all day and your wings is the only way I've been able to cool down. Luke: *Immediately falls for it* Don't worry MC! We're not going any where! Faster Simeon! Simeon: *Sighs and picks up speed* Solomon: *Cackles and cheers his glass against MC's* You, my friend are a diabolical genius. MC: I try.

[curatoroffiction]

What You’ve Hidden Part 2

This is a continuation of a story I started writing in response to a post made here. (Which is where you’ll find Part 1 of this story) This is based off of @underqualified-human’s post on their “? Yuu AU” concept, and was really fun to write! I definitely love harassing Crowley. I know I write a lot of anti-Crowley propaganda, but I fuckin’ love his character. He’s such a slimeball and I love it. XD Storytime stops before Idia’s chapter because it hasn’t been released to the English version yet.

----- Story is reader-insert, gender-neutral, and is also a continuation of an existing chunk of story I already wrote. The boys discuss how much they really know the Ramshackle Prefect. That is, until the prefect arrives on the scene and begins to explain themself.

----- The conversation quickly moved from a lighthearted conversation about the Ramshackle prefect to a cautious journey embarking through the group's delicate notions of trust.

"I don't buy it - ___ can't lie. They're too honest." Ruggie shrugs. He's never seen you lie in a way that mattered. You were always so straightforward with him and everyone else in Savannaclaw, even when it probably would've benefitted you to lie. "They're not a goody two-shoes, but they sure aren't about to pull off a scheme."

Jamil on the other hand is now rethinking everything he knows about you. "On the contrary, I've found them to be quite.. Crafty, when they needed to be." He shakes his head thinking back to how you so easily would sneak out of containment prior to his overblot. How you could escape and even collect help. He starts connecting the dots on how you always seem to know just where to look or who to talk to in order to collect help. One could say it's fate, but it was hard for him to believe in fate after meeting you.

"... They *are* capable of lying.. Lying well, at that.." Riddle murmurs, not comfortable with the conversation's route, but incapable of stopping himself from treading into these waters as people talk more about it. "When Ace and Deuce want something kept hidden, they're very good at hiding things from people." His brow furrows as he thinks on the last dorm inspection.

"Well that at least tells us they're loyal to their friends!" Kalim smiles big, refusing to fret. "And that's all I need to know to enjoy their company."

"Are they loyal to their friends? Or are they just loyal to their resources?" Azul once again steers the conversation into the depths.

"Friends! If they were just looking for power, they wouldn't have helped Ace and Deuce when they got in trouble with you, right?" Kalim cocks his head to the side, looking to Azul with genuine confusion. It wasn't hard to imagine what motivated you in his eyes.

"Mmm.. I'm not so sure about that." Jade starts delving into this thought exercise. "Through those two, ___ got a chance to interact with Riddle, which dragged him into their scuffle with Leona - Which was the primary reason it wasn't a disaster. Leona helped with Azul, Azul helped with Jamil, Jamil helped with Vil, and so on..." Many of the dormleaders had never heard of the intertwining threads of their interactions with the prefect, or how perfectly it all seemed to meld together.

This starts to garner some genuine concern, causing even Malleus and Kalim to think on the coincidental nature. It's a little too perfect.

The guys are quiet as they feel themselves consumed with the idea that you might actually be a complete stranger. Someone who has come so close to them all, snaking your way in with ulterior motives. However, they each process the concept very differently.

Riddle just flat out refuses to believe it. He thinks Azul's being paranoid and that you'd have no real reason to lie to him. And even if his overblot put you off from him, you'd have no real reason to lie to Ace and Deuce. No, Azul's the one being paranoid here, and he won't get dragged down with it.

Trey feels like it's a nonsense consideration. Even if you weren't genuine when you first met everyone here, you surely warmed up with time - Isn't that just how being a social person works? No one puts all their cards out on the table without reason. He's got no reason to doubt you.

Leona on the other hand, lets his mind dance on the edge of the idea. He'd seen firsthand how you can change your tune if you need or want to. You're not above forcing people's hands, but.. You also don't really subscribe to the "Work smarter not harder" mantra that it really takes to scheme. You put too much effort into the things you do to be someone who isn't, on some level, genuine. Still, he underestimated you once, and doesn't make mistakes like that twice.

Ruggie on the other OTHER hand figures there's no reason to worry. Hell, he's fake as hell when he wants to be. As far as he's concerned, everyone's got a grift, and it'd be nice to hear you had one too. Even if your friendship was founded on a lie, he doesn't care. You've never treated him like he owed you, and you saved his life from Leona lashing out at him. As far as he's concerned, that makes you someone worthy of respect at the least.

Jade himself doesn't really care either which way. He likes you and is amused by you, but whether you value him as a friend or not matters very little to him. If he wants to deal with you, he will. He doesn't need an invitation or prior rapport. Still, he likes to think he knows you well. Even if he doesn't know your real name, he knows how to poke and prod you to get desired responses, and at the end of the day, isn't that enough?

Kalim's bothered by the prospect. He shakes his head outright refusing to even consider a world where you were disingenuous. Still, his mind thinks on Jamil. Someone he's held dear to his heart since he was a very young child was able to fool him and use him and control him. ... He doesn't like the idea that there could be secrets you keep from him. Still, if you do have secrets, maybe there's a good reason for it. Maybe you're afraid? Or you just need a safe place to open up? Maybe he just needs to be a better friend.

Jamil furrows his brow in thought. He'd overlooked you once, only to be surprised, and much like Leona, he doesn't make that mistake twice. But unlike Leona, he has to care as far as Kalim's wellbeing is concerned. He doesn't think you'd ever do anything to hurt Kalim, considering you once tracked him down to give him treasure that Kalim tried to sneak to you. If you were in it for the money, you'd have never done that. Plus, there were plenty of times that you could have hurt Kalim by now and you didn't. If you were some kind of physical threat, you'd have struck by now. But if it's a power grab, what kind of power triumphs over money?

Vil's not intensely bothered by the idea of you using every tool in your arsenal to collect strength. If you really were so quietly calculated, it'd be something to applaude. A fake smile here, a warm grin there, you're bound to make useful connections. It's no surprise to him that you were able to make useful connections that echoed forward. He finds himself annoyed with Azul's persistence on the matter, figuring that Azul himself has been bothered by this and is now trying to make it everyone else's problem. People often try to project their insecurities onto the people around them.

Rook on the other hand is delighted at the prospect. If you suddenly showed yourself to have a side that even he couldn't see coming, what a rush that would give! Maybe he should poke and prod you more. Maybe he needs to test the waters and see what really makes you tick? People often let the most real facets of themselves surface under pressure..

Idia already had like 20 fears centered around dealing with people going into this conversation - Most of which had to do with them lying to him already. This machiavelean web of social warfare that Azul is painting just gives him a headache. It's like when the business man thinks he's onto something in boardgame club and just won't relent. Idia may not have a high social self esteem, but he knows Azul well enough to not let this get under his skin. At least, that's what he tells himself. It's hard to not be bothered by the idea, but he won't get taken for one of Azul's wild rides.

Ortho's only bothered by this line of conversation because it implies that you could lie in a way that tricks his censors - And that just isn't like you at all! But any attempt to protect your good name is just met with Azul shrugging and saying 'Anything is possible, I suppose.'

Malleus is the only one who is really torn asunder by this conversation. At first, he was offended that anyone could think that way about you, being your fiercest protector in the matter, but then it hit him that you've always been a bit weird. You've never been scared of him - Was that an act? How could he ever really know? He knew he wasn't just a means to an end, but he had no clue if you befriended him genuinely or not. Did you really not know who he was when you met? Or was that a ploy? Whatever the case could be, he's gutted at the idea that you could be anything less than a friend.

Lilia isn't bothered by the idea. He pretends to be someone he isn't all the time. It's good fun! Even people who've spent their lives hiding their true selves in favor of a false self give away truths. He is, however, bothered by the dark look on Malleus' face coupled by the thunder of the rolling clouds outside. "I mean, everyone has something to hide, don't they, Azul?" His tone is more pointed, as though he'd uncover Azul's secrets for all to see if he answers incorrectly.

A shiver runs down Azul's spine at Lilia's sharper gaze, surprising him with the reaction. ".... Yes, but when someone knows all of our secrets, shouldn't we get to know at least SOME of their's?" He looks to the others to back him up, but isn't getting much help.

He can't be the only one bothered by this, right?

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The group is deep in thought when you arrive. You step into the room and all eyes are on you. Grim gulps from your shoulder, looking at all the staring eyes. Even he can't ignore the palpable energy of the room. ".. Did we miss somethin'?" He asks tentatively.

Azul takes the lead, snaking his way beside you with a big smile. "Of course not! We were just discussing how we don't seem to know anything about you, ___. Tell us about yourself?"

You take a glance around the room, which seems to confirm Azul's claim that the room is waiting for you to talk about yourself. "...." You blink. ".. What do you wanna know?"

"Well, your name, where's it come from? What's it mean? Tell us about it."

Your eyes narrow as you look at the businessman, who laughs off your suspicions. With Azul, there's always an angle. They must've had a bet about your name. Your eyes relax as you look around the room of your friends. Riddle looks annoyed with the octopus man. Trey gives a quiet shrug like 'I dunno why this guy is being weird'. Leona looks more annoyed with Azul than he does with you, but Ruggie seems interested in hearing you explain your answer. Azul is frevently awaiting an answer, Jade making his biggest creepiest smile to the side as his eyes won't budge from you. Kalim looks somewhere between distressed and excited. Jamil looks like he's trying his hardest to look indifferent, but you know by the way he glances at you that he's invested in your answer.

Vil actually moves to shoo Azul away from your shoulder as he takes over the conversation. "Azul's been 'kind' enough to express that we don't know much about you or where you came from. You came here so abruptly, and you had so little to your name in ways of protection. It's still an amazing mystery to us as to how you adapted so well." Quite the improv actor, Vil smoothly transitions you into the conversation with the grace of a socialite. While he's not bothered by the idea of you being cunning and cutthroat, he IS bothered by the idea that Azul might slip up and make it appear as though the entire group is worried. Besides, any chance to get to know you better is a gift.

Rook smiles delightedly as Vil takes over. If there's anything you're hiding, they'll surely be able to sense it. "Ah yes, Trickster, you fascinate with how otherworldly you are! Please tell us more about yourself. How DID you acclimate so well?"

Idia feels sick to his stomach. More social nonsense is piling up. And on the one day Ortho convinced him to come in-person to one of these meetings. He can't just check out and play a game as things are heating up, so he's stuck just looking visually awkward and avoiding your gaze. Ortho looks determined, but happy to see you. He waved when you first came in, which signaled everyone that you were there in the first place. Now that things are getting weird, he's just excited to have a chance to monitor your vitals while you're under questioning, so he can prove to the others that you're not lying.

If you're lying, he'll know.

Malleus looks like he's stuck in his own head and upset over something. Deep in thought - When he finally looks to you, his eyes melt a little and the storm temporarily relaxes. Lilia's more concerned with how strong Malleus' reaction to this than whatever you could possibly hide from them. He does find it amusing that he could scare Azul with just a judgemental glance though, and files that away as something fun to do if the young octopus man's antics cause Malleus or you grief. He's got thousands of years of judgemental dad looks stashed away for such an occasion.

"Well, uh.." You're not sure what question to answer, so you just answer Vil's because he's less creepy about it. "I just did what I could to survive. I'm as surprised as anyone that I've been able to last this long." And it's true - Everything you've done has been on the fly. Ever since arriving in Wonderland, you've found yourself in increasingly strange circumstances. You shrug, sorry that you don't have a better answer.

"But surely, you must have had something - Skills you've relied on, plans you've laid out. Things that helped you survive through the messes you've encountered?" This time, it's Rook speaking up, trying to coax more out of you.

"Not really, no. I showed up and had a flaming monster thrown at me, I held him up by the scruff of his neck and Crowley dubbed me as his handler. I was given a job as a janitor, and I'd have done it just fine, but Grim wasn't having it and threw a fit. We got in trouble for it and got a bigger workload with Ace. Then he dragged Deuce into the mess and we all got expelled.." You recount your first week here at Night Raven College.

No one ever really heard the story of what happened when you got here before.

You were a janitor? Crowley didn't let you be a student? But you came through the mirror! You couldn't even go home! The frustration of the fear that you're anything but genuine slowly bubbles away as they begin to find themselves annoyed with Crowley and his handling of the situation.

"If I got expelled, Crowley was gonna throw me out, and I had nothing, so I had to do what he told me to in order to stick around. We went to the mines, fought an overblot monster that seemed ancient, and got a magestone to replace the one we broke. From there, I was pretty ride or die for Ace and Deuce." You shrug.

Azul isn't having it though. "That explains why you got involved when they had trouble with Riddle, by why did you get involved when Savanaclaw was scheming?" He won't forget that you've somehow endeared everyone here to you.

"Crowley showed up at my door and told me to figure out why students were getting hurt. When I told him 'Nah', he blackmailed me with my food budget."

The room's stunned to silence.

".... Crowley.. *blackmailed* you?" Riddle's the first to speak up, and he's appalled and pissed. That whole ordeal was incredibly dangerous! He knew Crowley was slimy from time to time, but you didn't even have magic! That goes against several regulations!

"With your food budget no less.." Trey looks disturbed. Ruggie's big grin from earlier is gone.

You shrugged once again, desensitized to the idea. "I didn't want to get involved, but then I had to."

None of them can sense a lie off of you, but they're all listening attentively. They need to know more. How do the threads of fate connect you to them?

"What about after that? You didn't really need to help Ace and Deuce when Azul's plans came to fruition." Jade now speaks up, curious. "Surely, if you were scraping to survive at that point, it would have been easier to just ignore and let them fall to their own stupidity. It would even be a great lesson for them, yes?"

"I wasn't gonna get involved that time either - You're right, they deserved a lesson. Even Grim got in trouble there, but I was so tired at that point."

"So what happened??" Kalim asks eagerly, moving closer to listen, like his ears can't hear you if he can't see you well enough.

"Crowley again. Said faculty couldn't get involved because Azul wasn't technically breaking any rules, and he needed the problem fixed. Once again, I told him no and he threatened my housing security."

Malleus' eyes narrow. The storm outside is slowly building again, but this time for a very different reason. Azul feels sheepish. At every turn, you were being threatened and forced into involving yourself in the lives of the other students. So then why were you still so friendly? Ortho's eyes have gotten frustrated at the idea of what you're telling them. He's visibly upset. Rook is stone silent as you have every ounce of his attention.

"And with Jamil..?" Ruggie jabs a thumb in the direction of the long-haired boy from the sands.

"Crowley told me I had to keep the school's heating running while everyone was away, and I barely was able to remind him to get me food for the winter break. Even then, he held it as a reward I had to earn. He gave me a cellphone in case there was an emergency, but the damn thing was on the worst possible plan, and he never picked up when I called him. Kalim invited us to the dorm for a feast, and Grim and I were so hungry that I decided to let him treat us. When we got there, we got roped into everything.."

"But you escaped. You could have just stayed away at that point." Jamil finally speaks up, remembering the events. He's embarrassed by his actions, but he needs to know why you came back.

You throw a thumb towards Azul. "Yeah, but I only escaped because I accidentally flew the magic carpet into Octavinelle, and Azul made me take him back because he had his own agenda. I didn't wanna be indebted to him for the damage the carpet did, and I didn't trust him enough to return the carpet safely, so I begrudgingly obliged and got roped into bullshit again."

Azul looks embarrassed as once again the attention's all on him. This conversation is more exposing him for his shady bullshit than you for yours.

Luckily, he's saved by Vil speaking up once again; "With my.. incident - You were pushed into it by Crowley again, yes?"

"Yeah. Your troupe needed a place to stay, and my dorm was the only one equipped for it. I wanted to stay as far out of your way as possible, but it was kind of impossible when I was named as the manager and you knew where I slept. You whipped everyone into shape, and even pushed me to do my best, lest I find my snacks.. uh.."

"Tampered with as punishment." Jamil nods, remembering the spell Vil had been using. You were in a tough situation, and once again you made the call that allowed you your best chance of survival.

---

Before you can explain anything further, a familiar voice can be heard.

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"Hello my gracious students! Thank you all for coming to this meeting!" Crowley has finally arrived. Half an hour late. He opens his eyes from his delight to find several people staring at him with malice. He blinks and gulps down his nerves. "... I seem to have missed something." ----- If you like stories like this, check out the rest of my collection in my Masterlist on my profile, or check out my stuff on AO3! https://archiveofourown.org/users/CuratorOfFiction

[flappingdragon]

⚠️NSFW Ahead⚠️

What if MC was an angel but they were also there when Lucifer was an angel?

Starting out, what if MC was really young when their connection to Lucifer first began?

What if at one point MC had to attend an angel meeting bc of their guardian angel and they developed a silly-little-kids-crush on Lucifer the moment they laid eyes on him?

Imagine MC with starry, sparkling eyes while they gawk at how magnificently beautiful he is.

And during the meeting, Lucifer randomly comes up to MC and is like, “And what is your name?”

MC would be so shy bc that’s what little kids are like when their crush pays any attention to them and MC would whisper their name and he’d go, “Oh, really? That’s such a beautiful name.” And makes MC so happy because Lucifer just said he likes their name!

But skip a little into the future where angel MC gets a little older but they get really scared over something and they run into the nearest dark place, which just happened to be the alleyway where Lucifer was walking by.

He sees MC sniffling and gets so worried and approches them calmly then says your name and goes, “Are you alright? Is something the matter?” But MC doesn’t want to talk to him and just positions their body away from Lucifer, getting all defensive and defiant.

Lucifer eventually gets close enough to where he can crouch in front on MC and place his hand on their back, soothing them by rubbing it slowly.

“Can you tell me what happened?” But MC would still refuse to talk and Lucifer would sigh in defeat.

He digs something out of his pocket and presents it to MC and they look at it. With MC’s attention, he says, “This is a magical necklace. See?” And he would make the necklace softly glow with his magic and MC is in awe with it.

He then takes MC’s hand and places the necklace in their palm, closing their hand around it before saying, “If you ever feel scared, hold this necklace right against your chest, and I will always be with you in spirit. No matter what challenges you face, just know that with this necklace, I will never leave your side.”

Then they never saw Lucifer again after that day, but MC has always worn the necklace and never let it out of their sight.

Then fast forward to when the war begins.

MC is older now, about maybe 7000 angel years (looks like about 20-30 human years) and their frantically looking around to see if they can find Lucifer.

They know he’s probably forgotten about them, but that doesn’t mean MC won’t fight along side him.

But MC’s heart is shattered when they see Lucifer is falling from the heavens.

They scream and run towards him but they couldn’t help him. They’re on their knees and they start to cry.

After the war comes to an end, MC is devastated and broken. They’re not in their right mind anymore, with having just witnessed the love of their life slip from their fingers and fall to his death.

MC thinks Lucifer is dead until several thousands of years later, Lucifer’s face shows up in the Celestial Realm once again accompanied by his brothers and the demon kind’s son. But this time his wings are black, he has pointed spirals adjourning his head, and aura is that of a demon.

MC hears wind that Lucifer and his brothers are here as a last resort to restore peace between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm.

So when Lucifer and company enter the main estate of the Celestial Realm, MC waits by patiently until the sun dims down and the doors finally open once more.

MC waits until Lucifer is by himself.

Lucifer is walking into an alleyway when MC walks up behind him. They’re about to grab his shoulder, but Lucifer reacts quickly and pins MC to the wall, his forearm on their chest.

“Who are you?” But MC is too stunned to speak. He asks again and MC snaps out of it.

MC explains everything and Lucifer slowly backs away from MC.

“Show me.” MC looks at him confused. “Show me the necklace. Prove it to me. Prove to me who you say you are.”

And MC shows him the necklace.

Lucifer walks as close as he can and shows his own version of the necklace.

They’re the same shape, same design. A gold heart with a tiny angel feather in the middle, only now, Lucifer’s is black.

Lucifer brings his closer to MC’s and both necklaces start to glow. Lucifer slowly looks up at MC and looks into their eyes for the first time ever since that fateful day, and wraps his arms around their neck, leaning in to kiss them.

MC immediately kisses back and wraps their arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

MC’s heart is pounding, thinking of how long they wanted this day to come and now they finally have it.

Their first kiss is slow and sensual, then they break it to gasp for air. When they share their second kiss, a flame ignites their heart’s desires and they share a passionate and equally lustful hunger for each other, their lips moving fast and sloppy.

By the time they share their third kiss, they’re in MC’s bedroom, Lucifer on his back on MC’s bed.

They both kiss with such veracity as if it would satiate their ever-growing desire for each other.

MC’s hands are focused on removing Lucifer’s clothing, while Lucifer’s are focused on removing MC’s clothing. But when they both are naked and exploring each other’s bodies, they stop moving for a moment to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?”

MC kisses Lucifer and preps him with a bottle of lube he had summoned.

Hearing Lucifer moan for the first time only makes MC harder. MC scissors Lucifer open until they think he’s ready and Lucifer hands them the bottle of lube.

MC wastes so time in lathering themself up and inserting themself inside Lucifer.

MC loves the way Lucifer arches his back and clenches the bed sheets.

MC adores the sound of Lucifer’s sounds. They sound so pretty, so perfect, exactly how they imagined them to be.

Then MC starts to move and they don’t stop until the sun brightens again and they both pass out from exhaustion.

It’s only the morning after that Lucifer reveals the truth about the necklace.

“It’s a necklace that ties one soul to another, then their souls form an eternal bond. A bond that can never be broken.”

A Soulmate Bond.

[obeyme-lost-thought]

Headcanon: Brothers making you sin

Imagine a MC that doesn't sin a lot... that lives near the 7 demon Avatar of the Deathly Sin.

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Lucifer with an humble Mc

We are talking about the Avatar of Pride; how can the person he has a pact with be humble?! Within 1 month he will make you sin more than you should. He will shower you with compliments and get used to accepting them.It will make you savor the feeling of being the best at something and then you won't be able to do without it. You will start training to excel at everything. You have become a pile of pride and he is happy about it. You don't admit that you are the best, but you want to be. Sometimes you overestimate yourself, but that's his sin, isn't it?

Mammon with an loadable Mc

What do you mean you make donations? Start making yourself more indifferent and thinking more about yourself. If you want something, he gives it to you, so you start believing that if you want something, you must have it. Without realizing all those things that you denied yourself because you had to save money, you start buying them. Lucifer's New Money Problem: Yes.

Levi with a Mc that admires the others

Levi doesn't care so much whether you sin or not of his sin. But when he starts to notice that you admire others without ever wanting what they have... Create a strategy to make yourself a little envious (he's always a General)

"Wow, it's so beautiful their skin"

"It's you that should have it, not them"

"What ?"

"What ?"

Only he knows how he managed to succeed in his intent. His demonic influence probably played a part.

Satan with a calm Mc

Like Levi, he's quite chill with your composure. What he can't stand is that if they insult you you don't answer. Don't rebel, don't raise your voice when needed. Come on! Do you have such a low opinion of yourself? His plan is a mix of demonic influence and manipulation. First of all, he wants to see you angry for whatever reason, so he teases you a little. When you finally lose your temper he is so happy.

"So, it feel good letting out your anger?"

Asmodeus with a MC with low self-esteem

When you don't wear the shirt he gave you because you don't think you're beautiful, he bursts into tears. You're gorgeous, how can you not know that? Like Lucifer every day will shower you with compliments. Through shock therapy he will take you to all the parties he is invited to. Obviously every demon has already been informed threatened that they owe you compliments; somebody doesn't do it? Crazy ... and dead. You'll get to the point of considering yourself stupid sooner... You're amazing and you know it! When you were walking with Asmo one day and a demon insulted you, you answered him properly. Asmo was so happy

Beel and MC eating problems

First he will take you to all your favorite restaurants. Must make you love food again. Extreme demonic influence: You are always sitting next to him during meals. You were once so under the influence of her power, you ate until you threw up. Lucifer was pissed but Beel was happy he could make you eat not until you feel sick though

Belphie with an active Mc

Don't take it badly, he loves your energy, but when you get too busy and try too hard, he gets worried. You need to take breaks. So he starts manipulating you by offering to "help" him into doing things that end up with you 2 falling asleep. Slowly so you learn to appreciate that hour of rest, even if you have to postpone your commitments. You may not reach the level of Belphi, but he is happy with your breaks at the expense of your work

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[celestialfantasiess]

Lucifer x gn!reader with a voice kink (NSFW hc)

‣ Notices fairly quickly how you react to his voice, he's an observant man. He probably won't say anything to you to confront you but there are times that you can just notice that he knows.

‣ Whenever you need help with something that you don't understand and you are sitting down. He leans over you from behind you and whispers the his explanation and the instructions into your ear. You can feel his hot breath fanning the side of your face and his calm voice.

‣ When he pulls back and asks if you understand you just dumbly nod. You understand how to do it now but are way to distracted to actually answer the problem. You could only focus on how he leant over you, his body pressing against your back, how his voice had sounded.

‣ Whenever he need something from you and he has the time to he makes sure to call you.

‣ When you did well he always make sure to tell you good job or good work. But he always makes sure to somehow lower his voice a few octaves and just enjoys the reaction you have. Most of the time he walks away after that leaves you standing there chocking on air.

‣ Other times when he's feeling more like teasing you he asks you are you okay? Making you mutter a yes with a face as red as a tomato.

‣ During sex he makes sure to lower his mouth right next to your ear and whisper praises or degrading names depending on how good you have been for him that day.

‣ Sometimes walks up to you and whispers the most vile things into your ear before walking away with a smirk. Leaving you there behind hot and bothered.

[thedemises]

. . .  PAINTING NAILS (BY FORCE)! featuring mephistopheles!

contains! . . . lowercase writing, obey me! shall we date?, some swearing here and there, mephistopheles being a little jerk, probably ooc! mephistopheles cuz idk much about his character-, mc is a human-ram hybrid (having ears, horns, and some other characteristics and traits of a ram), mc is gender neutral, mc is strong?, mephisto being rammed over 💀 (no mepmep was injured in the making of this scenario), does "bloody hell" count as swearing?, got too lazy during the ending so it's kinda rushed 😔, mentioned the demon brothers, simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon! notes! . . .  an idea by me and good ol' buddy @ringdabel during a chat of ours that switched from talking about satan to his nails to the other characters to the painted nails of all the obey me characters (except for the angels, mephistopheles, and solomon)👍👍

mephistopheles feels like he ran a marathon but then he has the urge to run another mile because— bloody hell, why is that puny human exchange student so fast?

he, as a noble, never needed to run as much as he would need to in his whole life of existing. already having dozens of quite expensive cars in the ready to transport him with a snap of his fingers—but for some reason mephistopheles felt like running on foot like as if cerberus is hot on his tail was a good option.

wrong.

while most humans don't have much stamina and speed in the first place unless they train hardly for it, from what he had read, there's some others that are given the gift of incredible speed or the natural ability of endurance and stamina. rarely, even both.

and clearly enough—this peasant human, the HUMAN who managed to gain the pacts of all of the seven deadly sins AND survive a whole year in a realm where demons roam and most more likely to eat humans—was this close to snatching the tail cape of his attire off.

“COME BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHI—”

(well, the said human was turned into a human-ram hybrid when they were transferred to devildom in the first place, so that might've made their speed increase a bit more than an average human's speed—being half ram, after all).

“STOP chasing me, you human peasant!” he makes a sharp turn around a corner, letting his legs take him to demon-lord-knows-where, “i am NOT letting some rubbish paint be applied on my fingernails!!”

with loud yelling responding from behind his back, you declared, “NOT UNTIL YOU COMMIT TO HAVING YOUR NAILS BE PAINTED!!”

mephistopheles doesn't dare to look behind as he kept running in different directions, seemingly beginning to be out of breath when his pace grows irregularly.

the chase eventually doesn't last as long as he expected it to be when he was cornered in a room and then suddenly got rammed to the ground and was pinned down by the forced added weight on his chest, leaving him no other choice than to give up or attempt to resist it.

“KEEP YOUR FLITHY HANDS OFF OF ME!!” a low growl rumbles from his throat with his gritted teeth shown while he attempts to thrash around but you somehow prevent the demon from moving by holding him firmly, restraining his head by wrapping your dominant arm around the noble's neck as you pin down his arms with the other arm of yours.

“not until you let me paint your nails.”

“tch. why is getting my fingernails painted such a big deal to you, human?!” scoffing in disbelief at your insistence, the magenta-haired male tries pushing your body off his back but you don't budge a bit by your stubbornness.

damn, how come you're strong too? aren't humans supposed to be weak?!

“because,” you start, bringing a gloved hand of his closer to you as you inspect it, “doesn't lord diavolo have painted nails? heck, even barbatos and the seven brothers have their nails painted.”

ending your sentence with a determined toothy grin and one of your ram ears flicking a bit, you added, “besides, i think you'll look great with green-ish teal nail polish.”

mephistopheles clicked his tongue at that following a slight eye roll, scowling when you touched the dark patch of the back of his hair, “so? it'll be covered up when I wear my gloves either way, so it's useless and a waste of time.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

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“...”

“...”

“...”

after a bit of eventual bickering, pleading, and some reluctance, mephisto finally agrees to your begging persuading with a, “... fine. but be quick about it though.”

turns out, painting your nails is a long, time-consuming process.

currently inside your room in the house of lamentation (who knows how you sneaked him inside without alerting the others), different nail polishes of varied colors were placed aside as both of you sat comfortably on your bed. as you held his now naked hand (after you told him to take his glove off) while carefully painting his nails in a cool green-ish teal color after prepping them and adding a base coat to make the pigment look better in the outcome, the demon sat in front of you with his legs folded underneath his thighs while resting his buttocks on the heels of his feet, his left arm outstretched to you.

during the mostly silent process, mephistopheles' black eyebrows were furrowed with his chin held slightly upwards as his eyes narrowed with skepticism and they held slight impatience but he didn't say anything. until now.

“why'd you want me to wear nail polish?... human.” his voice trailed off for a second, watching you finish painting his middle finger's nail before moving onto the next digit. response to the question, you shrugged your shoulders.

“don't know. the thought of you not wearing nail polish like the others irritated me—though simeon, raphael, luke, and solomon also don't wear nail polish either; so im gonna do their nails next after you.”

“by ramming into them?”

“no, but you were running away from me so i had no other choice.”

eventually, you finished painting all of the nails of his left hand and let him inspect the finished product before doing his other hand—observing the slightest changes in his expression while you waited for his acknowledgment.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...” blinking at his freshly painted fingernails, mephistopheles doesn't speak out loud while he examines his teal-colored nails in silence.

then his eyes, hued a gradient of pear green and chartreuse, glanced up to stare back at you with the slightest satisfaction before darting to the side as the slightest flush appears on his cheeks and the demon nods his head at you slightly.

“... it looks awful.”

taken off guard, you took full offense to this unpleasant reaction. “excuse me? bitch, I took the time to chase you down, ram into you, paint your nails for a painstakingly long time, and this is how you thank me?”

“well i— ... i think it's alright.. i guess.” slightly startled by the sudden shift of attitude, he finally replies that gives you some satisfactory and the demon moves his hand to remove the other glove that his right hand is still wearing until he was eruptedly halted by you grabbing his wrist. “don't,” you firmly told him, dragging it to you and lightly tugged at the edge of his glove, “let the nail polish on your other hand set first for about one to two (1-2) hours before you do anything with it. now, may i?”

the demon's eyelids widened at the extended amount of time before they relaxed and he nodded with his ears turning slightly reddish at the last sentence, giving you permission to take off his glove for him—which you did, peeling it off from his wrist to the fingertips.

with his hand now bare, you begin doing the same prepping process like you did to his other hand before applying nail polish—letting the base coat set for two minutes beforehand and then, painting on the teal colored polish with patience and precise precision; not allowing the green apple-eyed demon to move from his spot (meanwhile, he was just uncharacteristically quietly observing while you worked on his nails—not that he'd admit it to your face or anything).

eventually after a long time, completing the progress of painting mephistopheles' green-ish teal nails and the drying process, you were finished.

after putting your supplies away, you sigh in relief as you flop backwards onto the soft mattress of your bed with your arms sprawled out—not paying attention to the magenta-haired noble in front of you—and closed your eyes.

“finally...” you murmur, making the demon glance at you with an arched eyebrow, “you were a pain in the ass to begin with but at least im finished.”

this ticked off mephistopheles quite a bit, “oi, oi, oi... i stayed completely still for you, peasant! is this how you react after pestering me to paint my nails?!”

“yeah, yeah... whatever.. you can kindly get out of my room now before any of the brothers—especially lucifer—find you, goodnight.”

“h- hey! don't just order me around like you can, human!- OI!!! don't ignore me!! AND DON'T FALL ASLEEP EITHER!!”

“zzZzzZzzzzzZzz...”

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[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mammon: Alright, Mc, Beel. Let's go over this one more time.

Mammon: If something breaks?

Beel: We try to fix it before Lucifer gets home.

Mammon: If it doesn't work?

Mc: We blame Belphie.

Belphie: Seriously, guys, what the hell?!

[aballadforbarbatos]

mc falls hard and fast

specifically, out of the sky.

you were looking for a gift for mammon, originally. something sparkly and shiny- he seemed down in the dumps, last time you saw him

and since you’re back in the human world for an undisclosed amount of time, this is the best time to go searching for a surprise gift!!

thinking back on it now, this whole set up was a bit suspicious… maybe you should be a little less one track minded next time?

i mean, saying the item’s worth is well over ten thousand dollars and then selling it for only $200? what were you thinking?

and it only got worse! they apparently had it hidden in a secret place where you needed to take a helicopter, and they needed your driver’s license and passport? MC, what is WRONG with you?

well, they told you they were going to steal your identity, taken your documents, and pushed you out of the helicopter. they’ll probably be back later to collect your body.

so here you are. falling out of the sky.

you screamed when you first got shoved, sure, but you can’t keep doing that or else you’ll go splat on the ground and the entirety of devildom might break down and also some shady guys will steal your identity.

and you’ve done a lot to have this identity, so that definitely can’t happen

pacts! you can get a demon to come rescue you!

as soon as the idea pops into your head, you know exactly which demon you want, even before you see his pact mark on the back of your hand, the same hand that you always, always use to pull out your wallet.

but, uh… you’ve never actually used the pact from so far away. will it even work if you order him from here, now?

you reach into your pocket for your D.D.D.

with the needy demon boys you’ve collected, you can barely go anywhere without it

you tap his name…

and wait while the phone rings??

meanwhile, in devildom, the demons are having a student council meeting, completely unaware that you are currently hurtling towards the ground, and your death, at an incredibly fast pace.

mammon’s phone rings.

he tries to ignore it and play it cool, but it’s so obvious it’s him

“mammon. what have i told you about keeping your D.D.D. on silent.” mammon does not look at lucifer and instead decides to investigate the table until he remembers-

“no, wait! i did put it on silent, which means-”

which means that the caller has to be you, because he fiddled with his settings so that you were the only one that could reach him while his D.D.D. was off.

he digs his hand into his pocket and pulls it out, eagerly answering your call and putting it close to his ear

…and then immediately holding it at arm’s length as you shout into the receiver, trying to be louder than the wind

“MAMMON! MAMMON OH MY GOD, MAMMON!”

“uhh…”

he genuinely has no idea what to say. what’s going on in the background? why’s it so loud? and it’s nice hearing you say his name, don’t get it wrong, but you sound panicky and he’s not sure why you’re saying it so often.

“mammon, it’s time for you to take responsibility for your words, okay?!”

“aha, words? MC, what words are you talking about? i haven’t done anything super bad or anything!”

“mammon…” your voice gets quieter and shaky so he gingerly puts his ear against the receiver. “mammon, i don’t want to die, okay?”

his eyes widen. if lucifer’s saying anything to him now, it doesn’t matter. mammon has totally drowned it out, listening to what you have to say.

“what do you want me to do?”

“mammon, come here.”

poof! he appears next to you

except you’re falling through air

so he’s only next to you for a split second

and he’s in his student uniform too so he’s falling as well

just a human and their demon, falling to their certain doom

“mc, what the fuck?!”

that’s what you think he says. you’re not sure. the wind has carried his words away

you look up, away from the ground, and at the scenery beyond. at the very least, if mammon doesn’t get it together soon, this is a pretty place to die.

mammon gets it together.

your life didn't flash before your eyes- did that mean that your brain knew that mammon would catch you?

well, of course it would think so. it’s not like he’s ever let you down before.

he could’ve saved you a little NICER, though?

seriously, slamming into your body from the side? what if he broke a rib?!

plus he accidentally crashed into a haystack, so now you’re sitting there pulling straw out of your hair, adrenaline still pulsing through your veins

okokok hold on, you’re gonna hurl

mammon’s head pops up just as you finish, “okay, gross.”

you laugh. and laugh. it feels so good to be alive! a shame about your stolen documents, but you can do something about that later

“um, why did you call me? lucifer probably would’ve been faster…”

you look at mammon with a warm smile

“mammon, aren’t you my first? didn’t you say that if you couldn’t rescue me, then i should just die? why would i want to be saved by anyone other than you?”

your D.D.D. buzzes

it’s a text

no wait, it’s two

three?

eight??

they’re also all asking you if you know what happened to mammon and if you could get him to come back to the student council

you glance at your saviour, covered in hay, now sporting a light blush

“lol” is all you send back

the devildom lives another day

[voidcat]

Kaveh of Kshahrewar Darshan, the brilliant architect, always wears his heart on his sleeve.

always acting out of the good of his heart, of his conscience, putting everyone else before him, his ideals before basic necessities, heart on his sleeve, cards on the table– an open book and an enigma at the same time; many knows of the sufferings he goes through deep inside.

a genius, an artisan spirit and a good man above all, Kaveh's priorities always lie to a fault. to the point of burning down, perishing into nothing but dust, a moth to a flame, and him, to his ideals, to good deeds, to those he calls friends, those he wants to fit into, those he wants to believe in the good of–

such a sentimental character as he, even if his heart burned from upside down, he would cast it all away, were it to result in your happiness, even at the cost of your love becoming someone else's.

he would actively reside in the shadows if it meant for your smile to last longer, people's happiness to burn brighter– he would help pave that road himself, in fact, even as much as to be the wingman, break down the boulders and place down the carefully crafted stones; creating the most beautiful road of them all, one he had to crawl and slither for, not minding the cuts and scratches he had obtained along the way.

burning down in the process to keep the lantern lit, to maintain the flame bright and fit; the sun burns bright at the cost of kshahrewar's light.

[ncytiri]

i really love the amount of lgbtq+ rep we get in frontiers of pandora like you can play as a man, woman, or nonbinary character who, no matter what gender you choose, is always referred to with they/them pronouns, two characters (priya chen and anqa salaam) within the resistance (one being leader of the resistance's operations in the western frontier) are lesbians and have crushes on one another (i think they can get together but i haven't made it that far yet!), there are two nonbinary na'vi, tsu'kiri who is mourning over the loss of their friend and okul (who i haven't met yet as i am not in the last region of the western frontiers yet either skdflksd), an herbalist in the kame'tire clan and may be considered the first non-female tsakarem (within current avatar lore)!! there is also idle dialogue from a female zeswa member talking about wanting to talk her crush who is a girl :')

[beels-burger-babe]

Late Night Talks

*I was going through my drafts and found this. Apparently I wrote it at 3 a.m. because my brain wouldn't be quiet. I decided to finish it off, since the original draft ended in a key smash mid sentence when I passed out 😅 Enjoy while I work away on a new fic for ya'll! This is mostly just crack. -B.*

"Belphie?"

"Hmm?"

The two of you laid on your backs, staring up at the attic ceiling. It had been a while since either of you came up, but now ...

"Use your powers on me. Knock me out."

Belphie snorted and raised an eyebrow at you. "I don't need magic to knock a crumby human like yourself out. Besides, it takes effort."

You huffed, wiggling on the stiff matress. "But your bed freaking sucks and I can't sleep."

An offended gasp instantly came from the space beside you. "Don't insult Anthony,"

"You name your bed? What-"

"Anthony is a marvelous bed. I, of all beings, would know."

You clicked your tongue. "Nope. If anything you're the worst person to ask about bed comfort. You can sleep on a cement block! How can I expect you to choose a mattress?"

He hummed, and with the telling sound of shuffling blankets, shifted onto his side to face you. "Just because I can sleep anywhere I want, doesn't mean that I don't know how to value comfort. Here. Try this." That was the only warning you got before his cow-print pillow was thrown into your face. You groaned and arranged it under your head before pausing. It was, undoubtedly, the softest pillow you had ever slept on.

Belphie smirked from beside you. " Amazing right? It's made from celestial swan down clusters and feathers. I had it smuggled in shortly after the fall."

You hummed, barely acknowledging the demon as you closed your eyes. "It's like being on a cloud."

"Hence," Belphie said smugly, "why I can sleep anywhere. Not because I can sleep on cement," you yelped as he suddenly ripped the pillow out from beneath you and claimed it as his own once more. "Now shut up and go to sleep."

"Belphie!" You whined. "That's no fair! You can't just show me the heavenly existence of your pillow and then strip me from it! Please! Let me use it for just one night!"

"Nope. It's my pillow. I'm using it."

You groaned loudly as you flopped back onto your own flat, worn pillow. "So mean," you muttered in the dark.

The room would've been silent after that, if it wasn't for you tossing and turning, attempting to find someway to make this lumpy bed and ancient pillow comfortable. The blankets rustled and the bed creaked with every movement you made.

Belphegor finally broke, "Fuck. Just come here," he tsked before reaching out and grabbing your waist. Before you could even shout in complaint, you were tugged tightly against his chest, head planted on his beautiful, beautiful pillow right next to his. "Now," he whispered against your ear. "Go. To. Bed. And stop fucking around."

You didn't have to be told twice! The warmth of his arms and the comfort that the pillow provided was more than enough to lure your mind into the depths of unconsciousness.

Belphegor watched as your breathing evened out and you finally fell asleep. He rolled his eyes, nuzzling ever-so-slightly closer to you, and purposefully ignored the heat dusting across his cheeks and nose as he drifted into sleep.

[curatoroffiction]

MC Who Has Undergone Extensive Physical Therapy

Once again, I’m on my bullshit because it’s ROUND TWO of the Physical Therapy Mambo, and now I’m just imagining characters of various properties interacting with an MC whose worldview on pain and movement are deeply tied to them having undergone extensive physical therapy.

The brand of physical therapy I’ve been undergoing for years now (This is because my body in recent months crashed and backslid A BUNCH), can be summarized by the following problem-solving list in order; - Move the body part - Does it hurt? Relax the body part. - Does it still hurt? Challenge your body’s limits by continuing to Move That Way - Rest - Repeat I should stress here that my physical therapy is because my body wonks up my pain signals, so I get pain c o n s t a n t l y. It’s so bad that when I get sucked into my pain vortex, it’ll slowly restrict my movement if I listen to the pain signals and stop moving as much to try to recover to make the pain stop. I gotta keep moving in spite of the pain, and stretching and pushing my limits, or I lose mobility. And that does some funny things to a person’s worldview. So I’m just imagining an MC who carries those kinds of lessons into their everyday stuff. I’m talking “PAIN IS JUST WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODYYYY” type beat when they’re sore after an especially rough activity. I’m talking an MC who knows their limits and will sit down to relax plenty of times. They’re not blindly challenging theirself to their limit every moment of every day, they’re challenging theirself in calculated ways. They’re not a workout enthusiast, but they have to maintain some physical work. This is an MC that the self-care and self-improvement characters who love taking care of and improving themselves will admire for their personal strength and approach to personal care. This would be an MC that’s reknown for their pain tolerance. Years of chronic pain and having to deal with the extensive pain of physical therapy has made them unafraid of pain. Characters challenge them with pain and MC’s just like “That’s all?” which shakes the foundation of characters who’re known for being more threatening/tough. This is an MC that I imagine would be hard to deter from anything. They know they can and will rebuild and recover from anything thrown at them. They’re confident in theirself. Shy/meeker characters admire them and/or fear them for their tenacity. They’re intimidating with all that confidence when facing a threat. Scratches and burns and intimidating surface-level injuries wouldn’t really register to this MC. It’s pain, sure, but it’s not like it’s stopping them from being able to use that body part. Their “Unless it’s broken, I can keep going” and “Slap some first aid on that injury and I’ll keep going” mentality coming in full swing, unsettling everyone who then is like “MC FUCKIN’ CHILL-” Gentle and loving characters being like “Please, MC, FOR ME, chill for like a minute” The flipside of the coin would be... This would also be an MC who struggles with experiencing comfort/pleasure. Chronic pain/extensive years of painful physical therapy would have burnt out a lot of their associations to touch and physical interactions with the world. They’re numb to most everything. Feeling physical comfort/pleasure would be like coming home from a long war. Characters who specialize in creature comforts would find that MC is hard to please, but when they’re pleased, they melt like putty. Characters who love to be touchy would find MC is averse to most touch in the area of their physical therapy, but would also find that MC craves positive touch in those areas. Light, tickling sensations, massages, gentle, soft caresses. This MC would likely attract a lot of attention of someone who is capable and can weather any storm, but is equally as weathered by the storms they’ve lived through. Characters who’re softer would feel MC’s exhaustion, gently doting on them and giving them special attention and treats and little gifts. Characters who’re responsible would find MC to be admirable as well, but they’d also see a need to reassure this MC that they’re doing well enough. Likely even learning the statistics of back-sliding and reminding MC of how far they’ve come from when they began their journey. I imagine that the characters that tend to always have to do everything themselves would have a respect for this MC, seeing how hard they work day in and day out. Characters that tend to take care of others would feel a yearning to help MC put their feet up and rest, or relax after an especially rough day of physical therapy.

[astralis01]

Visiting a book café with Satan

It wasn’t everyday that you got a day to yourself that you spent to relax. Even though ever day was an adventure here in Devildom, somedays, you’d just feel so socially drained from being dragged here and there by the various members of RAD.

No, it wasn’t that you did not love them. You did. But sometimes, their presence felt a bit overbearing on you and you’d seek solace in small corners of the House of Lamentation.

Today, you sat quietly in the corner of the House of Lamentation’s library, trying to solve the questions that your Arithmancy Professor had given. Though you would seek the help of Lucifer or Mammon who were way better than you in arithmancy but you knew, if you sought help from the two of them, your work would not be completed.

Your mind flittered to Satan. He could help you with whatever numerology thing and pattern your teacher had given you.

As you were about to get up from your seat and move towards the fourth born’s room, the person himself appeared in front of you, and out of breath.

It was not often that the demons were out of breath. They had monstrous stamina and energy (well, except for Belphie) and seemingly were always at ease even during PE where they were asked to run fifty rounds of the seemingly endless field. (Beel would usually just pick you up as soon as you started to pant and ran the rest of the distance with you on his shoulders.)

As your mind wandered back to the present, Satan caught his breathe and excitedly said, “Do you wanna come with me to the new cafe? I heard the food there is super good and they have books as well.”

Well, you had anyways given up on your arithmancy assignment. With a last somber look and the consequence (read Lucifer) ran through your head you asked, “Help me with arithmancy?”

Satan nodded, as calm as he could and then dragged you out of the House with a shout informing the other members that you were leaving. You doubted they could hear him, all six busy in their own worlds so you shot a text to Lucifer informing about you two’s absence.

The cafe was located at the centre of Devildom. pretty much in the midst of bustling crowd. 

As you entered, a small bell rang, informing the occupants about the entry of new people. Only the servers looked up and greeted you both and quickly ushered you to a seat by the windows.

The ambiance of the cafe was nice and quiet. The smell of ground hell coffee beans and pastries wafted through. As Satan took a seat, you offered to go and give your orders. Satan readily accepted and quickly fluttered towards the direction of the books.

As you waited in line, you saw Satan taking the seat with a book in his hands, his reading glasses out to conquer the book. Before he opened it, he took a look around and you waved at him with a smile. He waved back with a soft smile on is face.

Oh how could you put how much you loved Satan, especially when he was like this?

As soon as your turn came, you quickly prattled off the orders that you remembered like the back of your hand and quickly got it to your table.

Satan had already comfortably read quite a few pages by the time you arrived. You sat down and pushed his cup and a few scones towards him as you took out your assignment.

A comfortable silence blanketed you. As you scribbled on the paper, asking whatever questions you couldn’t understand to Satan and him periodically turning the pages.

Sometime in the middle, without you realising, Satan had one for refilling your cups. As he returned with two cups of steaming coffee, you quietly thanked him.

As you finished your work, you glanced up at Satan. His eyebrows had furrowed, showing his concentration. You got up to go to the counter to pack snacks for everyone as you knew none of them would forgive you from not bringing back any.

As you were returning to your table, Satan closed his book and glanced up. He saw the package in your hands and got up to put your assignment in your bag and return the book to its place. You waited as he returned it, swinging your bag on your shoulders.

The chime of the bell was heard again as the two of you exited.

“How’d you like the cafe,”  he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“It was nice. I would love to come again with you,” you replied, moving to place a kiss on his cheeks.

You laughed at how red he turned.

[obeyme-lost-thought]

Headcanon: Mc dress code at HoL

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At the beginning, one of the things that bothered Mc the most was how Diavolo deprived them of home comforts with the story of the exchange student program. In their world, if Mc wanted, they could even walk around the house in their underwear, without worrying about others.

But with all this shit happening to them, they end up living in a house with strangers, who were also demons. Even while Mc were in bed sleeping, the first worry was what they were wearing, in case something happened and they had to leave the room without having time to change.

Now, after a year, the onew who are really scared are the brothers.

They don't have anymore a " guest room", but a Mc's room, and, inside, they could be presentable as they could be a thirst trap for these 24h horny demons.

And that could be OK, if this problem was confined in the room. But after a bit MC started to walk in panties and a large t-shirt, going in all HoL's places.

The first time they did it, Lucifer put on them his jacket and asked imposed MC to change. However, now it's the base-home-outfit of this menace of brothers' patience.

"If they are comfortable in this way, what we can do ?" They think.

And so, except when they have guest, MC walk in panties or whatever they feel comfy with.

Still, never go in their room without knocking first.

Unless it's Asmo

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Little inspiration from the incorrect quote "morally no, but I'm wearing pants if that what you asked".

[celestialfantasiess]

the brothers x gn!reader (incorrect quote)

mc: i wanna do something stupid

mammon, only half listening: i'm stupid, do me

the other brothers: ...

lucifer: I JUST WANT ONE NIGHT

[bonesandquills]

Little Star

Chapter One

Astarion X Reader

It had been nearly a year now since the Netherbrain was defeated, sent plummeting into the Lower City harbor waters. Baldur's Gate lay in ruins, but its citizens lived. Your party had survived, and now were regarded as heroes. You and Astarion now travelled the lands of Faerun, searching for a cure to you lover's vampirism. An impossible prospect, perhaps, but you'd already achieved the impossible. What was this one little task?

        The stars glittered overhead as you looked around the old familiar campsite, which now held tables laden with food and wine that you would've given your left hand for on that first night of your adventure. 

        You looked around, your heart swelling at the sight of all your companions gathered and speaking together, like they used to. It had been ten months since you'd all been together like this, and though you and Astarion had found yourselves very happy together, you had to admit that your own home felt empty when compared to the crowded closeness of the campsite you had inhabited for so long. 

        You looked over at your lover, and he smiled softly back at you, offering his hand. You took it gratefully and stepped into the camp, breathing in the fresh smell of earth and the forest. 

        "It is a rather beautiful night, is it not?" he said casually, glancing up at the stars. You nodded your agreement, but felt your heart ache a little. He never looked at the stars with the same admiration and reverence that he had held when he looked up at the blue sky in the daytime. You knew he missed walking in the sun more and more each day, and each moment only solidified your resolve to find a way to let him do so again. 

        The first person you ran into was Shadowheart, and you couldn't help but feel a little surprised when she threw her arms around you and hugged you tightly. Not that you minded. 

       "Shadowheart!" You embraced your old friend, and stayed there a moment before drawing back. She laughed and smiled brightly at you, while Astarion quickly excused himself to take stock of the table's wine supply. 

        "You've filled out a little," she teased. "I guess you've had some more substantial food than camp rations, huh?" 

        You rolled your eyes at the jab but smiled. "It's been nice... though I do miss sleeping under the stars sometimes." 

        The two of you chatted for a little while. She'd been travelling, visiting temples of Selûne, evading worshippers of Shar, generally just going her own way. You were glad she was doing well. She seemed... happy, a far cry from the morose Shadowheart you'd known when she followed Shar. 

        You bid her a temporary farewell and moved on to find your other friends. Karlach and Wyll, who'd both been braving the heat of Avernus together, fighting off Zariel's forces and searching for ways to repair Karlach's engine. The one-horned tiefling was as bubbly as ever, with a newly ignited hope at finally being able to leave the Hells. 

        "Can you believe it, soldier?" she said, after releasing you from her bear hug, which you managed to escape with only some mild flame flareup. "Right on one of those fuckin' imps we killed! Blueprints and a map to one of Zariel's very own forges!" 

        That excitement from her was familiar. She had been just as happy when she found out that Dammon could repair her engine enough so that she could have physical contact without singeing whoever she was trying to hug, but this was even more energetic and vigorous. She had hope now, more so then she'd had when she'd been forced to step back into the Hells. You still felt back about not going with her, but you couldn't have left Astarion. At least she hadn't been alone.

        The flames around her flickered as she chattered to you about the past year, brightening when she got excited and calming down again when she did. Like a visible mood meter. 

        Her presence was familiar and warm, in both the literal and nostalgic sense. You'd missed her chatter, her encouragement, her habit of dancing when she got excited. She and Wyll suited each other, in that regard. 

        Wyll, for his part, hadn't changed much either. His armor was new, adorned with what you thought might have been imp horns, but you didn't ask. He had a goblet of wine already, though you hadn't expected any less of him. 

        You moved on from the fiery pair, talking to each companion as you came across them.  Jaheira had fared well enough, helping her children to rebuild the city. Halsin had returned to the former Shadowlands, to assist the inhabitants in building new homes there. Apparently he had several dozen wards at this point, all of which he treated as his own beloved children. He asked you for stories, admitting that he'd run out of ones to tell the insistent little ones at bedtime. 

        Finally, you moved on to Lae'zel, or at least some form of her. She was cloaked in some shimmery purple sheen, and you could see right through her to the rocks and grass she stood in front of. She had the same proud and haughty look as she always did, though her gaze softened significantly when she laid eyes on you. She, physically, was still in the Astral Plane, continuing her campaign against the Lich Queen Vlaakith. 

        "For two months I trained the Knights of the Comet," she started, and you smiled slightly and crossed your arms, willing to let her play out her usual dramatics. "For two more I skewered kith'raki bellies. For two more yet, I travelled through Limbo." 

      You thought you could see a smile playing at her alien features, confirmed by what she said next. "But to see your face... it brings me even more pleasure than taking a royal inquisitor's head." 

        You couldn't help but laugh. That, coming from Lae'zel, was the highest form of praise. "I missed you too. How are you doing?" 

        She regaled you with tails of battles fought against the allies of Vlaakith, of an offered alliance between her and the leader of the githzarai. A powerful connection, one that was sure to raise her chances against the false queen that still had her people securely under her control. You didn't doubt that Lae'zel would succeed in bringing her down, though. If anyone could, it was the resolute fighter. She'd have her revenge, or she'd die trying.

        And by gods, did she not die easily. 

        You bid the luminescent form farewell and looked back around camp, seeing if there was anyone you'd missed. Suddenly, tucked away in some corner of the camp, you noticed a form that was glowing almost the same way that Lae'zel's projection was, yet... different somehow. And this image took the form of Gale. 

        You hurried over, excited, thinking that perhaps the pragmatic wizard had simply not found time to visit the party in person, and sent a projection in his place. 

        "Gale!" You greeted, looking into the glowing, empty eyes of the figure, and as he turned to meet your gaze, you couldn't help but feel that something was wrong. The glowing form moved methodically, without thought or real intent. When you spoke to it, you see any recognition in its dull eyes. 

        "Well met!" he said, his words empty of any real emotion, sounding more rehearsed then anything. "I am a magical projection of Gale of Waterdeep, and if you're seeing this manifestation it means I have prematurely perished. 

        The words hit you like a charging owlbear, and you felt your heart lurch painfully in your chest. Perished? Surely he wasn't... 

        "Alas," not-quite-Gale continued in his cheery tone. "It appears on this occasion I have been erased from this plane in both soul and substance, so the usual methods for re-vivification cannot be followed. I am, however, available for the duration of this spell to assist in the tying of any loose ends related to my recent departure from mortality." 

        You could feel panic setting in. You had been unable to keep Gale from going after the Crown of Karsus, the determined spellcaster too ambitious to let an opportunity to challenge Mystra's authority pass. But you hadn't expected... he couldn't be... 

        "...I missed you, Gale," you choked out, unable to think of anything else to say except what you would have said to his living form. "It's good to see you." 

        "Fortunately, I am here to help in cushioning that heaviest of blows," Gale said, smiling softly. "I have been entrusted with the delivery of a letter, to be given to the one who cared most for me in life." 

        The projection summoned a letter from somewhere and handed it to you. It was carefully tucked into a leather envelope, clearly meant to be kept safe from whatever it might go through to get to you. You started down at it, unsure of what to say, and just held it to your chest for a moment. 

        "And with that, I'm afraid my spell is waning," Gale said, and he looked at you with a small tilt of his head. "Is there anything else you need of me before I blink out of existence?" 

        Only Gale would have designed a projection of himself delivering news of his death to be so blunt. 

        You felt yourself tear up and suddenly stepped forward to hug him, which seemed to work only for a moment before he glowed suddenly brighter, and you felt your arms pass right through him. 

        You stepped back, tears now coming down your face freely, and you watched the spectral form begin to flicker and fade. 

        "... to think that godhood was worth giving up all this," the projection said softly, and for a moment you could hear a trace of him, of the real Gale, in his tone before he disappeared completely. 

        So that was it. Gale was gone. 

        You tucked the letter away and stumbled away from the place that the projection had stood, letting your feet carry you away to a place you could find comfort. 

        Astarion looked up as you approached, the smile fading quickly from his face when he saw the tears shining in the torchlight. 

        "Dearest, what's wrong? Are-" he didn't get to finish before you threw your arms around him and buried your face in his shoulder, shaking slightly as the emotions tore through you.

        He didn't say anything for a moment, just wrapped his arms around you in a comforting embrace, letting you sob into his shoulder for a while. 

        "There, darling... I've got you..." he murmured softly. "Whatever is the matter?" 

        You couldn't say anything still as you pulled back, so you just handed him the letter. He opened it and scanned over it quickly, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the words. 

        "Oh dear..." 

        "He's gone, Star," you said shakily, trying to keep yourself quiet. You felt bad for coming and falling apart on him when he was supposed to be able to celebrate, but you couldn't imagine going to anyone else. "He's... gone." 

        Astarion set the letter aside and gently took your hands again, pulling you back into his embrace. Though he'd grown a lot more touchy and cuddly in the past year you'd been together, you appreciated him being willing to hold you right now, when you were being so emotional. 

        You stayed there for a while, in the arms of your lover, while he comforted you gently just like you'd done for him so many times before, when he snapped out of nightmares haunted by Cazador's cruel image, when he broke down crying from the hurt of it all. 

        You never mocked him or called him weak for that. 

        The party continued, and after a while you were able to go and find some joy with your friends. Withers raised a toast, and you felt his words bring some comfort to you. 

        "The balance of the world restored. The balance of these lives, mortal or otherwise, brought to account." he said, his skeletal and shrunken face looking out over the gathered group. "Hear me, thou heroes, wastrels, friends. I have waited long to tell you these words." 

        He held his goblet up, holding it out to you in a toast. "It is over. For now." 

        "Thou played a part in weaving the fabric of fate itself. But for every thread you sewed, so did the gods unravel another." 

        You looked up at him, thoughtfully. The thought of gods and fate made you wonder what could have been, what might have been different if you had taken different action. Withers continued, and you felt as though he could hear your every thought, and was offering some sort of hope. 

        "Sleep, rest, revel. But be ready. For thou mayest yet be needed. Until we meet again, I wish thee every possible fortune. Health, wealth, love, but above all, problems worth solving." 

        He looked to you, and you could tell he expected you to say something. You looked out over all of your friends, and the ones you had lost, and raised your wine. 

        "To the greatest friends I could dream of."

        The simple words were met with cheers and agreement, and you felt a smile cross your face. Here you were, in the presence of friends, loved ones, the promise of lifelong comrades. 

        You could drink to that. 

        You awoke from your sleep/trance, every part of your body tense. Had you dreamed of noises outside your tent, or were you just hearing things? 

        Astarion shifted beside you. You could tell that he hadn't been asleep, but on most nights he enjoyed holding you close to him anyway, with the exception of those moments that he needed some space. He looked up at you as you sat up, and tilted his head slightly.        

        "Are you alright, my dear?" he asked, sitting up as well. "What is it?" 

        "I... heard something." 

        He opened his mouth to respond, to say he hadn't heard anything, when the sound came again. An unholy shrieking sound that you'd recognize anywhere. Feminine laughter, cold and cruel, and the roaring of flames no mortal could ignite in this plane. Mizora.

        Both you and Astarion grabbed for your weapons, and when you looked at him you saw that your spawn lover's face was split into a wide smile, and he grinned at you before he rushed outside. You could hear the others waking up and the clamor as they retrieved they also instinctively readied themselves for danger. 

        Astarion laughed and clutched his knives in his hands. "I guess we always do seem to attract trouble, don't we dear? Ah, I suppose peace was too much to hope for." 

        You shook your head ruefully in agreement and hurried outside, him following close behind then shimmering out of view as the invisibility spell took hold. 

        He was right, you thought, smiling as the familiar feel of adrenaline and instinct pumped through you, and you readied yourself once more to battle beside your friends. Some things don't ever change.