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devildom-moss · 1 year

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"Why don't you hate me...?"

(Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (slight sub!Mephisto) (lots of plot) (slight angst) (NSFW tags: open relationship, caught/semi-public, oral on Mephisto, mentions of enemies to lovers, the tiniest hint of foot fetish Mephisto for one second?, one single "babygirl" for Mephisto)

Word count: +2,500

“Lord Diavolo,” Mephisto entered the council room where you and Diavolo were chatting – well it was less like a conversation and more like Diavolo chatting you up while his butler was briefly attending to something else outside of the room. Mephisto arrived just in time to catch Diavolo pulling you onto his lap. This wasn’t the first time he had accidentally walked in on Diavolo’s shameless flirting: once with you last week, another time with you a few months back, and well over a dozen times with Lucifer periodically in the last few centuries. He used to be envious of anyone who attracted special attention from Diavolo, but something else had been stirring in him recently.

Mephisto cleared his throat and set the initial copy of next week’s newspaper on the desk. You frantically scrambled up from Diavolo’s lap and stood next to him. Mephisto averted his gaze from you. “I’m sorry to intrude, but I thought you might wish to see the first print. Your full interview is published on page three, and your photo made the front page – of course it would. You look exquisite in that outfit, My Lord. I’m certain just having your radiant image will cause this issue to be in high demand.”

“You’re done already? That’s impressive, Mephi,” you smiled at him through your embarrassment.

“Thank you, Mephisto.” Diavolo grabbed the paper and smoothed the cover. “MC and Asmo picked that outfit for me – with Barbatos’s approval, that is. He doesn’t trust any of us after that one time you almost printed that picture of me in a miniskirt.”

“A what?” you asked.

“It was a very flattering outfit then, too, My Lord.”

“Someone is showing me that picture later,” you insisted. Correctly making the assumption that one or both of them maintained a copy of that photo. It was both.

“Certainly. I looked quite adorable in that picture,” Diavolo mused. “I’ll find it when I get back to the castle.”

“Oh. MC,” Mephisto piped up, “I reserved a copy for you as well. Would you like to come with me to the newspaper room to retrieve it? If you don’t mind, My Lord.”

“Of course not – if that’s what you want, MC.” Diavolo waved you both off – the embarrassment of being walked in on finally hitting him. “We can continue our discussion at a later date.”

Mephisto waited until you had exited the room to grab your hand and lead the way. He didn’t need to lead you. You had been there many times – often at Mephisto’s request. Still, you let him take your hand, even though he could scarcely look at you after what he had just seen.

“I’m sorry you saw that,” you apologized. Mephisto didn’t respond. Silence engulfed the air, and you both felt as if the tension of that silence had suffocated you – stifling your breath and anything worth saying.

When you were safely behind the doors of RAD’s newspaper room, Mephisto lost his composure. His lips found yours before you could register his desire to kiss you. He placed his hands on your face – a shy, insecure gesture that was filled with desperation and need. Even as you kissed him back, he wouldn’t dare explore your body with his hands. It was so easy for Diavolo to touch you, but Mephisto faltered in his confidence – especially after seeing how easy it was for another demon to put his hands on you. There was a tinge of frantic affection, his tongue briefly teasing you. He wanted more, and he didn’t know if he could take it. Mephisto pulled back, panting, and pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.” Mephisto turned his gaze to the floor. “I can’t stand to watch you with him.”

Ashamed by his own confession, Mephisto attempted to distract you from his brief admission of jealousy by pressing his lips against yours again. He was terrified to let you speak; more accurately, he was afraid that whatever you would say would solidify his insecurity – give it some foundation to stand on and build upon. If he could just kiss you until you were breathless or make you want him, he could at least delay what felt like the inevitable breaking of his heart. But you couldn’t read that clustered mess of anxiety. Tasting only the smallest hint of it on his lips, you pushed him away gently.

“I wish you hadn’t seen that. I know how you feel about me, and I know how you feel about Diavolo. I’m sorry,” you repeated the apology. You all seemed to have an understanding about how things worked – a semblance of freedom and ease that covered the intricate entanglement you had with your loved ones in the Devildom. That openness you had earned entailed these difficult-to-navigate moments. It was especially difficult to unravel and understand Mephisto’s entranced feelings towards Diavolo and his affections for you. When the two clashed, it was hard to know who he was jealous of, and all you wanted to do was comfort him.

He looked at you, his eyes wavering briefly before he resolved himself. “It’s fine. This isn’t the first time. Besides, I used to see Diavolo and Lucifer all the time.”

There was that name on his lips again. Mephisto’s grudge against Lucifer resurfaced: a fixation he had held onto for centuries. If you were honest, you and Lucifer weren’t that different when it came to the potential to vex Mephisto: you both had stolen Diavolo’s attention and affection. Yet, you had been spared his constant irritation and annoyance. Somehow, you had been elevated to a recipient of Mephisto’s affection. What made you so special?

“About that,” you started nervously. You had never had the courage to ask him, but his insecurity gave you an in. “I’ve been thinking about it. I get why you hold a grudge against Lucifer. But, I’m a lot like him, you know? I take so much of Diavolo’s time and attention. Maybe things were different after Lucifer, but I wouldn’t blame you if you resented me like you do him. And I think you did for a long time after we met. What changed? Why don’t you hate me like you hate Lucifer?”

Mephisto reverted back to his shame, refusing to look in your direction, and yet he replied as if it were the most natural and obvious answer in all three realms: “you were nice.”

The realization flooded over Mephisto. All he had ever craved was affection – for his own affection to be reciprocated. When he first met you, you were a lot like Lucifer in his eyes: some shiny, new creature for Diavolo to fawn over who consumed his thoughts with time. But then, there you were, being nice to him even when he didn’t really deserve it. At times, he knew his treatment of you was crude – to say the least. He wasn’t sure how you managed to show him consistent kindness in the face of his bitterness. Even your teasing was not malicious, and he knew that. Mephisto’s eyes began to water.

“I tried so hard to be a good companion to Lord Diavolo. I adore him, but I think I’ve always bored him. I felt bad about that for a long time,” he admitted, “I still do – if I’m honest. He’s a good ruler, and he’ll be a great king. I don’t know how to say this.”

“Just try,” you encouraged him with a gentle touch. Your hand settled on his shoulder, gently rubbing with your thumb.

“I get why he likes you. If you’ve given me just a fraction of the love you give him, I understand. I can’t turn away from you, even if it burns my eyes.” A few stray tears dripped down his cheeks and onto the floor. “You’re so nice to me. I still love Diavolo – I was practically made to love him, but I don’t want to share you with him. I know I can’t compare, but I still want you. Lucifer took him from me and left me tossed aside – like some crumpled up paper that no one would care to read. You extended your grace to me, and I don’t know what I would do if you took it away.”

With tearstains down his cheeks and uncertainty in his eyes, Mephisto looked so exposed and embarrassed. There was no way to fill the vacuum with words in a way that might uplift the hollowed-out demon in front of you. All you could hope for was to offer him some shallow physical comfort as proof of your stable affection. You weren’t just being nice. You wanted him, too.

“Let me be nicer to you.” You gently pushed him up against the nearest table and dropped to your knees for him. “Please?”

“H-here?” The smallest tinge of his haughty attitude slipped through the embarrassment unintentionally. A frantic shock settled on his face.

Softly, as if plucking a fragile flower which threatened to fall apart with any force, you grabbed his calf and raised his foot. You slid your hand down his leg to his stiletto heel and placed a quick kiss on the top of his boots. “Let me take care of you.”

Mephisto’s face burned, his need set aflame in the pit of his stomach, ignited with a sharp gasp. He nodded and placed his hands back on the table behind him. There was a subtle crinkling under his left hand. When he looked down, he realized that he had placed his hands on a copy of next week’s newspapers – the one intended for you. He repositioned his hand to cover Diavolo’s face before returning his gaze to you, expectant and lustful.

You unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his knees. Running your hands up his soft thighs, you came to the hem of his boxers before you had to stifle a smile. “Suck my dick” was written on the band of his boxers. You smirked at him. “Were you expecting this the whole time?”

“What? N-no, of course not!” He looked away indignantly. Even his ears had a faint blush to them.

“You’re so cute.” You pushed his shirt up just enough to place a kiss on his stomach – just over the hem of his boxers. The result was a shaky exhale from Mephisto’s lips.

You pulled his boxers down before moving your hands back up to his ass and dragging your nails down his skin gently. Mephisto couldn’t take his eyes off you as you stared at his dick like that: hungry for him. He was already hard for you. When you ran your fingers over his shaft, he gulped his desire down.

A soft lick and a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock were all the preparation you gave him before you had him half-way into your hot mouth. The muscles in Mephisto’s stomach tightened, and he let out a breathy moan. “F-fuck.”

Your tongue caressed the underside of his shaft and swirled around his head when you pulled back, occasionally earning a whimper from Mephisto. When you took him deeper, his right hand shot up over his mouth to muffle his moaning. His eyes were shut tight, and his head was tilted back. You could tell he was resisting the urge to buck his hips and thrust into your mouth. He would do anything to meet your touch somehow, but you told him you would take care of him, so he leaned back and only took what you gave.

His breathing was increasingly shallow and shaky. Through gentle panting, he said, “your mouth feels so good. I’m close. Please don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of denying him right now. His sweet, stifled moaning filled the room – still louder than the wet noises you made as you sucked him off. He twitched in your mouth as you pushed him closer and closer to climax. Despite his efforts to quiet himself, if anyone walked by, they would know (vaguely) what was happening in that room and who it was happening to; Mephisto would be mortified, but he couldn’t stop himself. He moved his right hand from his mouth to your head. His tender caress was an attempt to signal that you were bringing him over the edge. That adorable gesture was minimized by his loss of restraint over his moaning. He sounded so desperate.

Mephisto came in your mouth, still caressing you with his right hand. When you pulled back, his cum still in your mouth, you stared up at him lovingly. He whimpered and trembled. His knees buckled slightly, so he placed his right hand back on the desk to steady himself. He was still panting when you stood up and kissed him. Mephisto could taste himself on your lips, and, in a daze, he opened his mouth so you could push your tongue and any residual cum into his mouth. A sweet moan left him.

You pulled away to see Mephisto’s blissed-out face. He smiled slightly when he opened his eyes to find you staring at him. That precious look was short-lived. The realization of what he had just done – what you both had just done – hit him.

He bent down, pulled his pants back up, and rose quickly. A wave of vertigo overcame him, and he caught himself on your sleeve. You held him against you.

“Woah. Are you okay, Mephi?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled sheepishly. “I’m just a little unsteady on my feet.”

Mephisto straightened himself, and you noticed his belt was still undone. You pulled him in slightly with both ends of the belt and buckled it for him. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Mephisto leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder – in part because he was spent and in part because he was embarrassed. The embarrassment wasn’t so much about what had just happened; it was more about how you made him feel. For a few moments, he felt like the center of your attention. He wanted to savor that feeling a bit longer. “Could you walk me home? After all, it’s your fault my legs are still shaky.”

You laughed at his pompous act. “Of course, babygirl.”

“Shut up.” Mephisto rolled his eyes. “Ah, wait. I almost forgot. Your paper.”

Mehisto grabbed the slightly crumpled newspaper off the table behind him. He smoothed it out in his hands.

“Do you mind if it’s, you know?”

“Not at all.” You took the paper from his hands and offered him your arm. “Now let’s get you home.”

Mephisto leaned against you slightly, relishing your touch. A selfish part of him hoped that you would escort him home and stay the night so he could keep you to himself.

Half-way through the walk he let out a sudden laugh. “See, you’re nothing like Lucifer. He would never suck my dick and walk me back home.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him. “If you bring up his name one more time tonight, I’m going to just assume you want to fuck him.”

Mephisto put his free hand – the one that wasn’t holding onto you – up in resignation. A smile lingered on his face and his hope swelled. Something about the way you said “tonight” made him eager.

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inhuman-obey-me · 1 year

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Hello,

I know in obey me the brothers are refered to the 7 demon lords and the 7 princes.

But do you think there are other princes like Belial, Astaroth. Like we know there are other dukes, lords, and queens in obey me.

Ive reread the ars goetia and reread the book of Abramelin.

Sort of, yes!

While yes, the brothers are referred to as the "Seven Rulers of the Hell" alongside Diavolo as the Crown Prince of the Devildom, Obey Me has generally gone with a more directly monarchical structure than exists in actual demonology.

In normal demon hierarchy, there are tons of not only dukes and princes, but also kings, emperors, presidents, etc. The Ars Goetia describes Solomon as having no less than nine kings, as well as fourteen presidents and seven princes. What's more, some demons are listed as both president and king or prince. But this isn't the case in Obey Me.

In the OM universe, they have been quite clear -- in this universe, Diavolo is the Prince of the Devildom, destined to lead the entire realm. He is an only child, and single acting ruler of the Devildom. Though they have mentioned Queen Rose, whose title would suggest that she is some kind of royalty, it seems she is not royalty of the realm. Potentially, since she also visits from some faraway place, this may mean she has regional power, much like the difference between a governor versus a president. However, Diavolo is the one and only Prince of the Devildom overall, and he has ultimate power. The brothers are more like a Royal Council that supports Diavolo in governing the realm.

At a guess, this is likely meant to be a parallel to the Celestial Realm, so that Obey Me could have a single "Demon King" figure as a parallel to God on the opposite end, with Michael and Diavolo having the roles of acting rulers of their respective realms.

As for other nobility, such as dukes and lords, yes, it has been confirmed that there are other nobles for sure. Diavolo has lamented the stuffy, conservative traditional nature of the nobles a few times. In Nightbringer, there is also a mention of the House of Lords specifically, which seems to be a more formal structure of some nobles that Diavolo needs to maintain at least a certain degree of approval from. Plus, Mephisto's bio on the Nightbringer website also mentions that he is born of nobles. And Astaroth, who you mentioned, actually shows up as a name in the popularity contest chat -- the same one where Mephistopheles was first mentioned! So Astaroth is around RAD somewhere, and presumably, most of Solomon's other pact-mates are somewhere in the Devildom too, just not shown or mentioned by name. Their ranks may simply be different in the game, just as Barbatos is technically supposed to be a Duke and Earl but has been turned into Diavolo's butler instead. But yes, other nobles definitely exist!

(NIGHTBRINGER SPOILER BELOW)

On a final note, the brothers' titles as Rulers of the Underworld is actually quite special as well, and very separate from any normal title of nobility! While they were also given positions of respect and nobility as the Avatars of their respective sins by the Demon King, NB Lesson 3 actually showed that the brothers earned the title by taming Cerberus, and that was also about when they started actually receiving any minimal kind of respect from the rest of the Devildom.

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mellowmagnolia · 1 year

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Hello! This is my second time writing this smut fic as the first one was deleted by thine lovely tumblr. Everyone say thanks tumblr!

Anyway yes I got high and horny again so this self indulgent fic is going to contain the following: Lucifer + AFAB anatomy & feminine reader + voyeurism and jealous sex! Also mentions of drug and alcohol use ♡

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So Diavolo just invited you and the brothers to another one of his extravagant parties. Only this time, the guest list was much shorter. Just the HOL and Purgatory Hall residents, except for Luke, who had a bedtime and to whom Simeon graciously explained how certain gatherings are for grown ups only, while trying to ignore the young angel's foot stomping and protests that "he's enough of a grown up".

You were naturally excited. This was the perfect time to wind down and let loose. You were just about to get smashed on human world alcohol thanks to Barbatos and perhaps even smoke some weed if Solomon managed to keep his word. Mammon and Asmo were happy for similar reasons to you. They were known as Team Party for a reason. Beel's heart was full of joy at the thought of eating to his hearts' content all those special dishes made by the Royal Butler.

Others, however, weren't so happy about this little gathering. Lucifer was already rubbing his temples in anticipation to the headache his brothers would give him. Levi was begging to stay home to watch his anime marathon. And Belphie was determined to find the best napping spot within the first minute of arriving, just so he could get some more rest. In the end, you all managed to leave HOL and get to one of the Demon Prince's less grandiose houses in the Devildom. He mentioned he wanted to keep it low-key, so you supposed this is the most low-key he could go considering his wealth.

When you got there, the atmosphere seemed pretty stiff. All the elements were there to make for a great party, it's just that the spirit was missing. So Mammon got to work with the remote of the giant smart TV in the living room and Asmo already popped the bottle of Demonus open. Everyone seemed to follow their lead and sat down on the couch circling the huge coffee table covered in interactive games, snacks and alcoholic drinks. Lucifer sighed and let Barbatos pour him a glass of vintage Demonus and you yourself reached for the rosé wine from the human world.

Finally, the residents of Purgatory Hall arrived, Simeon with an enormous bag of sweets prepared by Luke and Solomon casually motioning you from the doorway. You understood what he meant and got off the couch to come face to face with him.

"Shit, MC. I forgot to buy those sweets you asked me to." He said, matter-of-factly. You replied that you could go to the shop together, as the corner store nearby had those sweets you craved. He extended his arm, took your hand in his and off you went.

Now that it was just the two of you, Solomon pulled you into a corner alley and lit up the blunt. He took several puffs and handed it to you, which you happily took. This was gonna do wonders for your nerves, you thought.

After finishing up your smoke sesh, you made sure not to forget to bring a random sweet thing from the corner store nearby and then made your way back to Diavolo's house. Upon your return, you were pleasantly surprised to notice that the party started to take shape. Well, as much as it could with the demon brothers around. Now Asmo and Mammon seemed to be arguing about the best modeling poses and Lucifer trying to interject by telling them to stop being so loud.

"Oh, Lucifer, calm your tits. We're at a party, for crying out loud! It's time to drink up and let your hair down." He raised his colorful cocktail glass before downing it as if to emphasize his point. Satan and Belphie laughed and exchanged meaningful glances as Lucifer huffed and sunk down in his armchair.

"Asmodeus is right, you know? It's time to relax and unwind. You're at a party!" Diavolo punctuated his words with a heavy slap between Lucifer's shoulder blades, which made him involuntarily sputter into his glass, making the Anti Lucifer League laugh even harder, to the eldest's annoyance.

"Alright, let's play!" You announced as both you and Solomon plopped down on the couch, taking the cards and shuffling them. Tonight you were going to play Cards Against Humanity. This was going to be interesting. Belphie already seemed more awake at the prospect of playing a game with dark humor as its main focus and the others exchanged glances ranging from excited to wary.

After a few rounds, everyone was several glasses in and on the floor in various stages of laughter. Beel was surprisingly at the top, followed by Belphegor, you and Solomon. Simeon, as expected, was still struggling to understand the concept of the game and come up with funny pairs. You took it as a personal win each time the angel laughed at one of your cards. Satan was in a silent competition with Lucifer, neither of them seeming to realize that no matter who came on top, neither would actually win the game. Asmo, on the other hand, was delighted that this game allowed him to make horny jokes all the time, which you loved to expand on, just so you could see Lucifer's blood boil as he could do nothing aside from sit there and allow it to happen.

After the game died down, and the talking and the dancing started, while the drinking continued, so did Lucifer's embarassment at you and Asmo's antics. You made it seem like you were taunting him. Laughing out loud and fooling around with Mammon, making dirty jokes with Asmo and Solomon. He didn't know how much more he could take before jumping on you to personally shut you up and remove you from his pesky brothers. And perhaps you were intending to taunt him. Just a little.

Hours later, the party died down and the collective energy started to mellow out, signaling to everyone that it's time to go to sleep. After everyone said goodnight, while returning to his chambers, Lucifer couldn't help but notice that you and Asmo went to the same room and shut the door after you. Gritting his teeth, he pondered for a moment on what he should do. Finally, he let his curiosity win and after making sure that the path is clear, he quietly made his way to the door of your bedroom. He pressed his ear closer to it, and he covered his mouth at the sounds coming from inside. He could hear laboured breaths and wet, sloppy kisses. Not one, but two male voices accompanying yours. The other one belonging to Solomon. You moaned and he felt his trousers tent up.

"Don't worry your pretty head, darling. We're gonna take care of you." It was Asmo's voice he heard this time. You whined in response and Asmo giggled. "Aren't they the cutest?"

"Oh yes. My apprentice sure knows how to arouse their master" Came Solomon's husky reply.

Lucifer felt disgusted listening to them in the throes of pleasure, but his cock seemed to disagree with his surface feelings about the present situation. It started throbbing painfully and his hands slowly crept to his zipper so he could allow his member some freedom. Starting to focus on your sounds alone, the demon finally freed his cock completely and started stroking it languidly. Were these two fucking you this good? Or were you just that sensitive and generous with your sounds? He decided it was the latter and wondered if you would scream given the chance to get fucked by him. And oh, Lucifer was willing to give you that chance. He was about to show you pleasure beyond your comprehension, a sensation so great your little human mind would break. As your moans reached a crescendo, so did Lucifer's ministrations to his own cock. Until, finally, with a choked out whine, you came. The demon imagined your tight walls clamping around his length and shot his load in his own palm.

Now that the post nut clarity was starting to hit him, he once again felt like dying from embarassment. He couldn't believe he jerked off to you getting fucked by another. But he couldn't linger too long on his feelings of disbelief, since he felt your tiny footsteps rapidly approaching the door. He had to think fast, so he ducked into the bathroom nearby. His breathing was ragged in the darkness of the bathroom, but just when he was about to sigh and close his eyes, the light turned on and there you were, entering the door, and Lucifer felt like everything was going in slow motion. So to take some control back, he quickly pulled you in and pinned you to the wall, covering your mouth as his elbow was digging into your shoulder. You gave him a frightened look and he decided to take advantage of that.

"Are you aware of what you're doing to me?" He asked in a menacing tone. You shook your head vehemently. Could it be...? But before you could form a coherent thought about what he could possibly mean by that, he shoved two fingers in your mouth and pressed them to your tongue. You felt a thick, bitter substance land on your taste buds.

"This", he shoved the fingers further down your throat "is what you're doing to me. Suck!" And you followed his order. Your tongue swirled around his fingers, gathering all the cum and making sure you swallow it before he even gave the command. You couldn't help a shudder that ran down your spine at how filthy his actions were. Of course, the demon noticed, and in the span of a second, you were grabbed by your hair, flipped around and guided your body forward, as your hands grabbed the edge of the sink. Still having a fistful of your hair, Lucifer, in a show of power, ripped your panties off, not bothering to help you out of the shreds left between your legs. Almost in an instant, his cock was already rubbing impatiently at your entrance, and you couldn't help but wiggle your butt into him, hoping he gets the hint. Instead, his palm landed on your right cheek, which made you gasp.

"Patience, little one. Daddy's gonna take proper care of you." He started rubbing soothing circles on your cheek, and as your heartbeat was starting to come down, you felt his cock get shoved all the way inside your hole. He was rewarded with a surprised moan from you and that's all he needed to start ramming inside you like an animal in heat. You were hardly holding back your sounds, which made Lucifer pull you closer by the hair. Your spine was bent so pornographically, your neck fully exposed and vulnerable, tears streaming down your cheeks, mouth hanging open. Lucifer felt like cumming on the spot, yet he held himself together, driving his cock into you like his life depended on it. His hand slipped from your hair to your throat, closing around it, making you feel lightheaded, while the other hand found your clit, rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. You gave a silent scream and clenched around him better than he dreamt of in front of your door earlier. His balls slapped against your pussy deliciously and you felt his rhythm falter, until his last thrust, where he released his load deep inside.

He let you go and you fell limp against the sink as he smoothed down his disheveled hair and closed his zipper. He grabbed your cheeks with a single hand and pressed a rough kiss to your lips.

"Find me next time you want to feel real pleasure again." Was all he said before disappearing through the door. And you were left there to recover from the most mind blowing orgasm you've had in a while.

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ikeromantic · 1 year

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Bedeviled Feelings

Lucifer has a hard time with loneliness and jealousy when Jenn leaves for a weekend of horseriding with Mephisto. This is a commission piece posted with the requestor's kind permission. Approx. 5K words, fluff and light spice.

Part 1: A Particular Encounter

Previous: A Devilish Proposal

Lucifer arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle with his usual sense of trepidation. Working closely with Diavolo was never easy. There were so many cases requiring deft handling, decisions with unpredictable consequences, and judgements with no clear right choice. It was a privilege to be trusted with such, and a burden.

Barbatos met him at the door, wearing his usual inscrutable smile. “Lucifer! What a surprise. Please come in.”

“Surprise?” Lucifer followed the butler in. “This is my weekly meeting with Diavolo to go over cases outside of RAD.” There was no question in his voice. He knew that was correct.

“Oh dear. I see what’s happened.” Barbatos gave a slight shake of his head. “The Young Master had special plans this weekend. I must have forgotten to send you a cancellation. This is entirely my fault.”

The notion of Barbatos forgetting something - anything - was preposterous. Which meant that Diavolo had unexpectedly made other plans. “Might I ask where the prince is going?”

The butler nodded. “Of course. But first, let me fetch some tea. You came all the way here so it's the least I can do.” He showed Lucifer to one of the sitting rooms, a monstrous space of scarlet and black, accented with golden bones from demons long extinct. It wasn’t the usual cozy study they worked in, but rather a space meant to impress. It spoke more to Diavolo’s father than to the prince himself.

Lucifer wandered around the room, admiring the paintings that hung amongst the bones. Images of torment and powerful demon princes. He scowled as one came into view. Mephistopheles. An annoying relic of older times, before Diavolo’s push to bring peace to the realms.

“I brought a white jasmine tea. The aroma is said to induce joy.” Barbatos arrived with the tea tray and set it on the table. He motioned for Lucifer to sit as he poured a cup.

“Thank you.” Lucifer inhaled the steam with a pleased sigh. “You have outdone yourself.” He settled back and waited for the butler to pour his own cup and sit down as well. When Barbatos was comfortable, he went back to his question. “So. Where is Diavolo going for the weekend?”

Barbatos nodded as if coming to some answer in his thoughts. “I will tell you. Though I am surprised you don’t already know. Diavolo has planned a weekend with Mephisto and Jenn. To teach the human how to ride a nightmare. And other mounts.” His eyes gave nothing away as he waited for Lucifer’s reaction.

The Avatar of Pride went very still for a moment. Had Jenn mentioned the trip? He remembered her saying she would be out for the weekend but the name Mephisto . . . no. That would have stuck out. “I see. She did mention it. I didn’t realize Diavolo was also attending.”

The butler heard what was left unsaid. He started to reply when the door opening interrupted them.

“Barbatos, I can’t find my boots. The human world ones? With the - oh! Lucifer!” Diavolo ran a hand through his already mussed hair. “I forgot! We had a meeting today!”

“It’s fine. Barbatos has already explained everything to me.” Lucifer gave a polite nod. “We were just having tea and then I’ll be on my way.”

The demon prince had the grace to look somewhat abashed.

“I’ll fetch your boots. We had to put them in secure holding to keep Cerberus away from them.” Barbatos stood and hurried out, leaving Diavolo and Lucifer alone.

Lucifer wasn’t sure what to say. He couldn’t voice his feelings over being either forgotten or intentionally left out of these plans. And even if he did, he knew it wouldn’t have been Dia’s idea - rather Mephisto, who always sought to undercut him. Such competition for influence was beneath him.

But there was one thing. “Diavolo?”

“Hm? Yes?” The demon prince cocked his head, the gold of his eyes glowing like coals.

He stood and closed the distance between them. “Watch over Jenn.” It was inappropriate, giving an order to Diavolo, but the Avatar of Pride could not bring himself to ask it as a favor.

Thankfully, Dia understood. He grinned in that disarmingly childlike way he had. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine.”

Lucifer nodded. “I’ll see you when you return.” He gave the slightest nod of respect. “Pass my thanks to Barbatos for the tea.”

“Of course.” Diavolo waved goodbye. Before the door closed, Lucifer caught his expression falling into one more serious and calculating. It worried him, but there was nothing to be done.

He sped home, hoping to catch Jenn before she left on her trip. He caught her finishing her makeup in her room. She didn’t notice him at first as he opened the door. Absorbed in applying her eyeliner, all her focus was on the mirror. Lucifer watched her with possessive appreciation. The ring on her hand brought a smile to his lips. She was his. Would always be his, no matter who she went riding with.

“Oh! Luci!” She finally noticed him and turned in her chair. “I was gonna find you before I left out. Looks like you found me first.” Her smile was wide and guileless.

“It seems I did.” He came in and shut the door behind him. “You look beautiful. I almost don’t want to let you go anywhere.”

Jenn laughed. “You would too, wouldn’t you.” She hugged him and lifted her chin for a kiss.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around her and luxuriated in the feel of her body against him, the sweet smell of her skin. He kissed her with all the yearning he knew he would feel in her absence. Because all threats aside, he could never deny her what she wanted. If she desired to go riding, then he would allow it.

“Mmmm what was that for? Already missing me?”

“Yes,” he replied simply. Then frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting lessons from Mephistopheles?”

She sighed. “I know the two of you aren’t exactly besties. But Dia said Mephisto is one of the most accomplished riders in the Devildom. So who best to learn from?”

It made sense, of course. She took lessons from all kinds of experts for her RAD classes. Jenn would always seek the best teachers . . . and sometimes that wasn’t him. Lucifer knew his weaknesses as well as his strengths and there were things he could not teach her. He sat down on her bed, and pulled her onto his lap.

“Hey, I don’t think I have that much time before we leave,” she giggled.

“Shame.” He smoothed back her hair. “When do you return?”

Jenn leaned into his touch. “I’ll be back in two days. Mephi says that’s plenty of time to learn the basics and practice them on a few hell-mounts.”

“Two days. Alright.” He allowed himself one last comforting hug, then set her on her feet. “I will be waiting for you.”

“You make a girl look forward to getting back from a trip before she even leaves.” There was a trace of almost-regret in her voice. Lucifer was glad to hear it. At least he knew she would miss him just as much.

“Be safe.” He lifted her left hand and looked at her engagement ring for a long moment. Then he brushed a kiss to her knuckles.

She smiled. “I will be. Diavolo will be there too and you know how he is about us mortals.”

“I do.” Lucifer helped her carry her bags to the front step and watched as she cast a transportation spell to take her to Mephisto’s country estate. It was a sprawling mansion in a custom bedeviled landscape made to imitate the locations of his various animals. Horses from the mortal realm, nightmares from the dreamscape, kelpies, basilisks, and other monsters.

With a slight audible pop and a drifting bit of smoke, she was gone.

“Hey, Jenn. I was wondering if you - hey! Where did she go? I saw her come out with you!” Beel looked left and right as if Jenn might be hiding in the bushes.

Lucifer gave him an annoyed look. “She left for the weekend. To go riding.”

“Oh. I was hoping she wanted to go to Madame Scream’s with me. They have a new harpy’s liver flavored ice cream.” He smiled hopefully at Lucifer. “Do you want to -”

“No.”

Beelzebub’s expression fell. “Ok. Maybe Belphie will want to go.” He ducked back inside, his enthusiasm already returning.

Lucifer wondered what it must be like to have so much energy and optimism.

***

Jenn found Mephisto and Diavolo in conversation beside a large, stone building that wavered and shifted in the twilight. They stopped as soon as she approached, looking up at her with matching smiles. It was easy to see they’d been longtime friends. “Hey,” she called out.

They met her halfway. “You made it,” Diavolo pulled her into a hug.

He was warm and firm, his wide chest and arms swallowed her up. As always, there was a slight feverish heat to him, and the faint smell of something burning. Jenn found it comforting.

When Dia let go, Mephisto hugged her too, which wasn’t usual for the aloof demon. But he seemed in very high spirits today. At least until his eyes fell to her engagement ring and his expression soured. “I’m surprised you made it. And all by yourself too.”

Jenn shrugged. “I wasn’t going to miss out on riding lessons. So . . . where do we start?”

Mephisto’s smile returned as he glanced back toward the barn. “I don’t expect you to be able to appreciate her, being a mortal and all, but I thought we’d start you off with Hesper.”

Diavolo’s eyes turned a darker shade of burnished gold. “I love Hesper. Remember that time we snuck out and rode her all the way to the Abyssal Gates?”

“Heh, yeah. We were gonna run away. But she turned us around right at feeding time and brought us home.” Mephisto slapped his shoulder. “We got in so much trouble . . . even Barb was mad.”

“He was right to be angry, of course.” Dia’s smile turned to a slight frown. “There are things you just can’t run from.”

Jenn nudged him with her hip. “I can’t imagine Barbatos being actually angry.”

“It’s pretty terrifying,” Mephisto replied before Diavolo could.

“Anyway,” Dia interrupted, “why don’t you get Caligo from her stall and we’ll get started.”

Mephistopheles nodded and went into the giant stone building. To Jenn’s eyes, the place looked more like some ancient temple than a barn. There were symbols of the moon in various stages engraved into the rock, and above the door, writing in ancient Abyssal.

“Enter the -” Jenn squinted, “the house in - no, of, mmm . . .”

“Suffering,” Diavolo said helpfully.

“Oh. Well that’s encouraging.” Jenn laughed.

“Good.” Dia grinned at her, missing the sarcasm entirely.

A few moments later, Mephisto came out of the building. He held a lead to something . . . horselike? A smudge of smokey darkness that stood out starkly against the Devildom twilight. The faint outlines of it reminded her of a horse, except that the legs dissolved into mist. It made a sound somewhere between a shriek and a whinny, and tossed its head. Tendrils of inky blackness shook, an abyssal mane of sorts.

“Well, are you going to come say hello to her?” Mephisto scratched the nightmare’s nose. “Who’s my darling Cali, hm?”

The beast stomped, her wisp of leg whipping into the ground with a crack. Apparently it was more solid than it looked.

Jenn took a breath. Since coming to the Devildom, she’d seen so many terrifying and beautiful things. This was just one more. Probably mostly safe, at least with Diavolo standing right there. She stepped forward, slow and careful. Better not to startle it.

Mephistopheles frowned. “What’s the matter? That angel rubbing off on you? Now you’re too good for demonic mounts?”

“No.” Jenn knew he was needling her. Purposefully ticking her off so she’d be angry instead of scared. And even though she knew it, the ruse still worked. “And I don’t know who you mean? Simeon?”

Diavolo laughed. “When you two argue, it’s like watching the brothers go after each other.”

Mephisto and Jenn both threw him a glare. It was at that moment that the nightmare decided Jenn was close enough to nose. A dry, velvet soft brush of something ethereal whispered over her skin. As it did, her mind filled with images and remembered emotion. Every bad dream, every night terror she’d had since birth, maybe before.

Jenn clenched her jaw and shut her eyes. She was not going to give in to fear, especially not when it was just a memory. Her breath came in slow, intentional draughts. In and out, something real and tangible to focus on. And then, just as quickly as they’d come on, the nightmares in her mind slipped back to the darker recesses and left her where she was, a little shaken but unbowed.

“Wow. She really likes you.” Mephisto looked surprised.

“If that’s her liking me, I’m glad I’m not on her bad side.” Jenn gave the beast a crooked half-smile. “Alright, Caligo. I’m Jenn. It’s . . . nice to meet you.” She reached a tentative hand toward the gloom and found that velvet soft nose, the dense hair of its head, and then the silky strands of hair so dark she couldn’t make them out against the shadowy form.

Diavolo watched with his hands clasped behind his back. If he was worried at all, it didn’t show.

“Now that she’s met you, let’s get to the fun part. Riding a nightmare is like riding a horse, except that she can move through worlds as well as space. You just have to hold on and you’ll be fine.” Mephisto grabbed her around the waist. “Up!”

He was already lifting her onto Caligo’s back by the time Jenn’s thoughts caught up with his actions. “No - wait -”

Mephisto leapt onto the nightmare behind her. He leaned close and spoke softly beside her ear like a lover. “You are going to enjoy this so much.” Then they were moving and it was like nothing Jenn had ever experienced. The sense of space warping and twisting with Caligo’s steps, the Devildom breeze blowing cool against her skin, the feel of Mephisto’s warmth tight against her back.

She felt a sliver of sudden guilt. Not that she should. They were just friends. But . . . she hadn’t realized how close they would be. Nor how nice it would feel. The pleasure of it ignited an anger in her belly, at herself for getting in this position, and at Mephisto who certainly engineered it. Jenn elbowed him. “Hey! I don’t need you on here. I can do it myself.”

Diavolo was grinning widely as Mephistopheles slowed the nightmare and hopped down. “Is it my turn?”

Jenn threw him a look that made the demon prince laugh. “No. I’m trying it by myself. Now. How do I make Caligo stop and go?”

Mephisto turned away, pouting. “You’ll figure it out.”

“Fine.” She would absolutely learn this. And anyway, Mephi would get over himself sooner or later.

Diavolo winked at her as if he knew what she was thinking, and then gestured to her feet.

Jenn moved them and was almost surprised by how quickly Caligo reacted, walking forward at that slight nudge. Ha! She grinned. This wasn’t so hard.

***

Lucifer went to visit Simeon. He needed a distraction from the part of him that kept looking for Jenn. He wasn’t about to moon around the house like a lovesick puppy. Leave that behavior to his melodramatic brethren. No, he would just keep busy and the weekend would pass in no time.

Purgatory Hall loomed out of the twilight, vast and gray, the windows and doors incongruous points in the stone facade. Luke opened the door at his knock, a smile on his angelic face. The expression fell away when he saw who it was. “Oh. I thought - well, anyway, I guess come in.”

Lucifer stepped inside, glad at least that Luke hadn’t gone off on one of his rants about evil. It seemed that no matter how long Luke stayed in the Devildom, he never quite absorbed the idea that demons - while evil - weren’t all evil. Every creature, even the beings in hell, were complex. And that was doubly so for those like himself, of more than one realm. “Is Simeon here?”

“Yeah. He’s in the study.” Luke glanced at the empty street. “Is Jenn coming?”

“No. She had other plans today.” Lucifer didn’t wait for a response, he just kept going down the hall. He didn’t need the chihuahua to remind him how much he missed her.

Simeon was exactly where Luke directed him, settled at a desk and writing in one of his voluminous journals. He didn’t glance up at Lucifer as the devil entered. Too focused on his work, absorbed in it.

The Avatar of Pride picked up a book from the shelf and sat down. He knew Simeon well enough that he could tell a break was coming. It would be easier to wait than to interrupt. He flipped the book open to a random page, but he wasn’t reading it.

The moment of quiet brought on all the thoughts he wanted to escape. What was Jenn up to right now, he wondered. Was she laughing and chatting with Mephisto? Smiling at him? Was he sitting snug against her, letting his leg rest against her thigh? Maybe putting an arm around her shoulders? Or maybe they were riding together, Jenn nestled against his chest . . .

“Could you not turn that book into confetti,” Luke asked as he stepped into the room. “I need it for my homework.”

Lucifer realized he’d started shredding the pages and a handful of paper strips no wider than his little finger now lay in his lap. He bespelled it, reversing time just for the item. Once the pages knit themselves back together, he closed it and set it down. “Did you bring tea? Thank you.”

Luke set down a tray, still giving him a wary look. “You aren’t going to smash the teacups are you? I know how violent demons are. Michael says -”

“Luke, did you make those raspberry cookies you were talking about yesterday?” Simeon glanced up, finally noticing he had company. And just in time to distract the younger angel from his tirade.

“Oh! Yeah, I did. They’re really good too. I’ll go get some.”

Simeon and Lucifer watched him go. The angel’s gaze tracked back to his former brother. “What an unexpected surprise. I didn’t even need to bribe you to visit.”

The smile on his face, joyful with just a hint of regret, nearly made Lucifer change his mind. But at least being annoyed by the angels was better than worrying over what Jenn was up to. “I thought I would drop in. Don’t read too much into it.”

“Of course not.” Simeon shrugged elegantly, and closed his notebook. “I’m surprised you’re here and not off with Jenn. Or chasing down your brothers.”

Lucifer sighed. “My brothers are chastened for the moment. And Jenn is . . . out.”

“Ah.” Simeon’s face said he now understood exactly why Lucifer was there. “I’m glad to see you. In fact, I was just thinking of you.” He raised an eyebrow. “Do you remember that time we convinced the Metatron to let us into the sacred scrolls? And you opened that one -”

“I don’t.” Lucifer cut him off mid-sentence. He hated remembering Heaven. The centuries spent in perfect harmony with Father. Even now, after so much time had passed, he could still recall the sense of being the Morning Star. The angelic blessing. It hurt to recall. Giving up who he was, what he was . . . and knowing he would do it again. He changed the subject. “Are you working on a new book?”

Simeon nodded. “Let’s say, my time at RAD has inspired me.” He didn’t bring up the heavens again. He could see the emotions beneath Luci’s cold expression, no matter how hard the Avatar of Pride worked to hide them.

“I’m glad you are getting something out of Diavolo’s exchange program.”

“Quite a bit, actually. You see, I -”

“Lucifer! I didn’t know we were having a guest over.” Solomon walked in, pushing a cart. “I saw Luke looking for his leftover cookies and thought you might be hungry. So, I brought up my newest recipe. I call it devil-ham al dente.”

“Al . . . dente? Like noodles?” Simeon’s face was pale.

“Yes! You see, I used a cooking technique that changes the consistency of the meat to a more jellied state. It’s quite -” Solomon noticed Lucifer getting up. “Oh, you don’t need to go. There’s certainly enough to share.”

Lucifer regarded the tray the way one would a hell-viper. “I have no wish to court death.” He gave Simeon a wave. “I’ll see you another time. Enjoy your . . . dinner.”

The aggrieved look his former brother gave him made him feel a little better. Not as good as having Jenn by his side. She’d be laughing and making jokes about soft meat. Dirty ones. Lucifer cracked a smile just thinking about it, but it made his chest ache. He would have to think up some truly horrific revenge for Mephisto. Something so devilish that the demon wouldn’t see it coming and couldn’t shrug it off.

Thoughts of vengeance and curse-working got him through dinner and to bed. They weren’t enough to stave off his dreams of her though. Jenn’s thighs straddling his hips, gripping him with her sex, heels digging into his back as he thrust into her. Jenn, tied and blindfolded, her mews of pleasure following every flick of his tongue over her most savory bits. Jenn, ass cheeks reddened from the riding crop, arching back into him with desperate need as he kept her at the edge of release.

He woke with an aching groin and the taste of blood on his tongue where he’d bitten his cheek. Lucifer took a long, hot shower in which those dreams featured heavily even as reality disappointed. It only made him want her more. When she got back, he was going to let her know how deeply he missed her. Yes. She’d know it to her bones.

His brothers spent breakfast exchanging silent, meaningful glances and nudging each other. Well, silent except for Asmodeus, who wasn’t there at all, and Mammon who could not be quiet if his life depended on it.

“So I heard Jenn went riding with Mephisto? Why’d you go and let that guy put hands on her? Aren’t you supposed to be her ‘fee-ons-ay’?” Mammon scowled at Lucifer across the table. “She woulda been better off with a real demon like me. Someone who -”

“Shut. Up.” Lucifer glared.

“-can protect her from devils like that pink-haired weirdo. I mean, nobody but you would be dumb enough to let their girlfriend just -”

Lucifer’s transformation broke the chair he was in and sent splinters flying. Levi bolted for safety while Belphie and Satan got just far enough back to see the show. Beel . . . ate the splinters along with his food.

Mammon became aware of his error. He swallowed and backed up, pushing his chair away from the table. “Hey. I was, uh, just, uh, saying what everyone was thinkin’. Right? Guys?”

No one else said a word.

“You can’t punish me for just sayin’ the truth.” He was up and backing away now, his head turning left and right as he mapped the exits.

“I can punish you when I like for whatever I like.” Lucifer grinned. It was the first sliver of joy he’d had since Jenn’s departure, and he savored it.

Mammon took off running. It took Lucifer less than a second to snare his brother in a curse and teleport him to the dungeon. Hung upside down with a gag in his mouth, the Avatar of Greed was much quieter. Not quiet, just less noisy. He was trying to talk around the little rubber ball.

Lucifer considered the release of a good beating, but he didn’t have the energy for it. He felt exhausted after that little display of dominance, and a bit ashamed. Letting Mammon push his buttons was a weakness. Letting him go would be another though. “You will hang here until you learn to be silent.” Lucifer paused. “Until you learn to be silent for a full hour.” Amended, it was now possible for Mammon to meet the requirements and go free. The other . . . well, miracles could happen but that was a big ask.

He didn’t go back to the breakfast table. He was hungry but not for food, and he was fairly sure seeing his brothers right now would end badly for them. Lucifer retreated to the music room. With Jenn gone, he could listen to the truly dangerous records.

Music that would drive mortals mad, songs that could melt flesh from bone, melodies written to blind and maim and kill. He tried to tell himself this was great. Doing things he would not do if Jenn were here. But he couldn’t lie to himself convincingly. He missed her more than he missed this music.

Lucifer put the records away and sat down in silence. There were things he could work on, if he could focus. But in his mind’s eye, all he could think of was Jenn. All he could worry about was Jenn getting cozy with Mephisto. He could imagine it all too clearly. The bright moon overhead, Jenn staring into Mephisto’s green eyes. That smirk he knew so well followed by a kiss . . .

The record player smashed into the wall.

“Eeeep!” Levi shot out from behind a chair. “Don’t hurt me! I was just grabbing my Ruri-Chan music. The vinyl is down here but - but I wasn’t trying to bother you.”

“That wasn’t aimed at you.” Lucifer regarded the third-born with a cold look. “Get your record.”

Leviathan nodded and scrambled toward his section of the collection. While he was busy, Lucifer cast a mending spell on the abused phonograph. He hadn’t meant to throw it. His brother didn’t say a word, just took a handful of his records and crept back toward the door.

“Wait.” Lucifer held up a finger.

“Umm, yes?” Levi froze like a rabbit before the hawk.

“How do you -” Lucifer paused, considering how to word this. “If one had a reason to be jealous, how would that demon distract himself?”

Leviathan considered. “Well . . . I mean . . . I like playing games. Anime helps too. There are so many episodes and spinoffs. You can just watch them for days. And manga, if you want to read. You just do that until you can’t think of whatever’s bothering you.” He frowned at his brother. “But then you’d become an otaku like me.”

That advice was exactly what he should have expected. Lucifer sighed heavily. What he wanted to do was find Mephisto and obliterate him. And then leave love bites on every visible bit of Jenn’s skin so that any who looked upon her would know she was his. Even if he wasn’t at her side. Jealousy was beneath the Avatar of Pride, but it seethed in him right beside the loneliness he felt.

“If . . . if you want . . . you could tell me. What you’re jealous of? If it’s that crap Mammon was saying -”

“No. I never take anything Mammon says seriously.”

Levi barked a laugh. “Yeah. I don’t even listen to him. But you know. Jenn’s not going to choose anyone over you. Even if they are more interesting. And more attractive. Smarter.”

Lucifer scowled hard enough that the records Levi held began to smoke.

“Oh! Hey! No, don’t - these are special editions!” Levi fled the room.

The afternoon melted into endless pacing, and the self-inflicted torture of imagination. Then he heard her unmistakable tread in the hall. Lucifer quickly sat and picked up a record, pretending to look at it.

Jenn poked her head in. “Hey! There you are.”

Lucifer glanced up. “Oh, back already? I didn’t realize it was time.”

She crossed the space between them and plopped down on the couch with a tired sigh. “Two days felt like forever. I think my thighs might never recover. And my butt is so sore!”

“Is it?” He didn’t remember standing, but here he was.

Jenn grinned up at him. “Hey, what are you doing?” Hey!” She shouted as he picked her up.

“I’m carrying you to my room. And then I am going to make your thighs sore. And everything else as well.” Lucifer put her over his shoulder, a possessive hand on her leg that helped hold her in place. “I am going to be merciless. And thorough. Every part of you is mine, and I am going to make sure you know it.”

She laughed and squirmed. “I’m sore from riding horses, Luci! Horses! Oh my god! Are you this jealous? Lucifer!”

His only reply was to give her a little squeeze. He’d missed her so much that having her back made him feel as if his chest was too tight for air and his smile hurt his cheeks. His thoughts bounced between laying her down and gently caring for whatever wounds she’d incurred over the weekend to tying her to his bed and taking her in every position he could imagine until exhaustion took them both.

“Lucifer! Are you going to say anything? My god, seriously? Luci!”

He bit her thigh gently, through her pants. “I already explained what I am going to do to you. Maybe after this punishment, you will reconsider leaving me to my own devices for such a long time.”

She shivered in anticipation, though she tried to hide it.

“First, I am going to tie you. Then, I am going to wash every inch of you until you taste just so.” He felt a surge of lust simply thinking about his mouth on her skin. “And after . . .” His fingertip slid up her inner thigh. “I will show you how fallen this angel is.” It would be hard to maintain his control once her clothes were off, but he prided himself on his composure. And if composure failed, there was always stamina to fall back on.

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Love and Consequences (Pt. 2)

Continuing from Part 1 an ask by @princesspinksakura12

This became so long what the hell-

Taglist: @my-perfect-machine @r-u-n-e @cakelqt @liminalimmortal @broslowkeysus @myphilosophertrash @theraccoonkween @yeahno28 @lucidreamsxx

TW: Harsh language, Mentions of death and trauma

It was moments after Solomon left with you, Mammon was screaming at Barabtos, holding him at the collar, demanding him to open the portal back up.

"THAT DAMNED SHADY BASTARD! Who the hell allowed him to take MC all on his own?! Why did you let them go, Barbatos?!"

"MC had collapsed. It was a matter of urgency." Barabtos ordered simply.

Mammon's arms fell limp by his sides as his eyes grew wide in shock. He was moments away from losing his sanity.

"COLLAPSED?! OH NO ARE THEY HURT?!" Asmo grew hysterical.

Satan groaned and sighed. "Of course they did... All that running around on an empty stomach in that panicked state. DAMNIT!"

"I didn't authorise this, Barabtos. Solomon could have simply healed MC here." Diavolo looked agitated.

"Apologies Young Master, I had to take the liberty of making the choice here. I shall not repeat such insubordinance again. I will accept any punishment you put forward." Barbatos bowed deeply.

The prince's eyes softened. It was rare to for Barbatos to do anything without Diavolo's permision. He shook his head, pardoning his butler.

Like a flash, Luke ran towards Lucifer and landed a punch on Lucifer's chest. Eyes red with tears and gritted teeth, "I KNEW DEMONS WERE NO GOOD! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MC?! HOW BADLY DID YOU HURT THEM?!"

Lucifer didn't stop him. He had it coming for a while now. "I apologize Luke...It seems I gravely misunderstood them..."

Simeon tried to hold the little angel, as he kicked and screamed. "MC loved you! All of you! No matter how many times I told them, you were evil, THEY DEFENDED YOU. EACH. TIME! Said you were amazing in your own special ways and hoped to stay with you ALWAYS! ...AND LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO THEM!"

Satan shut his eyes and hissed in pain like someone had burned him. He couldn't fathom the betrayal you must have felt. "Please let me see you again, MC...even if it's just to apologise and never disturb your peace again..."

Levi slumped onto the ground, hiding his face in his knees and sobbing. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry...MC, please be okay..."

Asmo sat next to his older brother. "It's okay Levi. I know Solomon will take good care of MC."

"I hope MC eats something...they must be so tired...so hungry..." Beel leaned against a tree, eyes watering.

"DAMNIT! DAMN EVERYTHING! DAMN ME AND ALL OF YOU LOSERS!" Mammon hit his fist against a tree trunk with a loud thud, and sank to the ground.

"You went too far, Diavolo. Your cause might be noble but what were you thinking getting MC deliberately killed and brought to life like that? I'm sorry but we'll be taking our leave from Devildom." Simeon announced, finally coaxing Luke away from Lucifer.

Mere minutes had passed since you left Devildom and things were already falling apart.

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It took you more than a few days to get back up on your feet again. Solomon tended to you diligently and for that you were grateful.

Simeon and Luke came to visit and decided to stay instead. You were more cared for here than you ever were back in the House of Lamentation. There wasn't incessant screaming and threatening, nor people pulling you into opposite directions. Atleast for now, everything was calm. Everything was good.

And that's where your panic set in. The calm before the storm. You were sure something was coming. Something bad.

"Simeon...you and Lucifer are still close aren't you?" You asked him in the middle of preparing dinner.

Simeon was taken aback, but only for a moment. "I haven't correspondended with him since I left the program, MC. I know you're still afraid but..."

He took your hands in his and squeezed for comfort. "Please trust me when I tell you, I'm on your side. I could never hurt someone as kind as you." He calmed your heart for now.

Another day, you leaned toward Solomon as he was working with potions in his in-house lab. "Do you not want Lucifer's pact anymore?"

Solomon paused what he's doing and stared at you. He smiled knowing what you really meant to ask. "No, MC I'm not inclined to expose our location just to win Lucifer's favour. I'd rather have your company than his powers anyway."

You smiled, leaning on his shoulder, feeling calmer.

Sometimes even Barabtos came to visit you, carrying all your favourite refreshments from Devildom. And you allowed it. He'd helped you escape after all.

"Was Diavolo angry?" You said, during tea-time with him. "I hope he didn't punish you too severely. All because you helped me-"

Barbatos shook his head, smiling sadly. "I'm afraid he's been punishing himself far more than me. He stays locked up in his room working, refuses to meet the brothers. He said he's rethinking the whole program. I don't think he's smiled even once since you left."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't expect the future King of Devildom to be this affected by your absence.

"I hope you will forgive him, MC. I know you might not believe me, but you are very dear to Young Master." Barbatos pleads as he pushes another box of your favourite tarts towards you.

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"MC, hide, quick!" Luke called out to you one evening. You were getting the table ready for your usual supper with them when the little angel burst into the room.

The demons are coming.

You understood without another word. Solomon held open the door and you hurried inside. "Don't come out unless you want to. I'll keep them out. Simeon will keep you safe inside so noone can sneak in."

"Thank you. From the bottom of my heart." You touched his face and dashed inside. Right into Simeon's open arms.

"WHERE IS MC?!"

"WHERE DID YOU HIDE THEM!!?"

"MC?! MC you're in there aren't you?!"

You whimpered at their voices. Memories of the chaos, the pain, the noise - it all came back all at once. You covered your ears and curled into yourself.

"Shh shh, it's okay I got you. You're not alone this time." Simeon's arms were tight and warm. You sunk right into them.

"MC isn't ready to see anyone yet."

"And who the hell are ya to decide that for them?!"

"Out of the way, Solomon!"

"No."

"Move or we'll make you move."

"Seriously Solomon, it's been long enough we only want to apologise-"

"No fuck that, I'm sure he's keeping MC hostage here for his own reasons!"

Your heart sank as the confrontation grew more heated. All seven of them at once? No, you couldn't put anyone through what they did to you. Sure Solomon was strong, but you weren't going to risk it.

"I want to go help..." You beckoned to Simeon. He nodded. He'd join you.

You heard crashing and groaning and ran to the door. Screw this, you're not going to hide anymore.

"Stay. The. Fuck. Down."

You ordered through gritted teeth as you pulled the door open. Everyone except Lucifer and Belphie kneeled to the floor. To your relief, Solomon was unharmed.

"MC, are you really okay to-?" He asked, worried.

"I'll be okay. Just stay next to me, please." You smiled bravely.

Simeon stood on your other side, seething with anger at Belphie who was now trying to call out to you.

"MC, I... I'm..." He started.

"What more could you possibly want?" You said, bitterly. "Watching me die once wasn't enough? You need to see me trembling in fear again, do you?!

"No, no it's not-"

"We want to make pacts with you too." Lucifer answered. "Him and me. With all of us under your control, you need not be scared of us anymore."

Your eye twitched in disbelief. They can't be serious. But lo and behold there were two new pact marks on your skin.

"What?"

"Yes they did it right away, darling! So you can come back and everything will go back to the way it was!" Asmo piped in.

"It was Belphie's idea, MC. He will try his best to make amends, you have my word for it." Beel bowed.

"So none of you see a problem with this?" You tightened your fist. "You think a pact will solve everything?"

They all exchanged confused glances. How infuriating.

"Let me put it in a better context for you. You are handing me a leash and asking me to use it on you when you try to hurt me."

They nodded in unison.

"So you ARE going to hurt me again?"

The foolish smiles on their faces changed to frowns real quick.

You laughed. So much for being the big seven. "I shouldn't even need pacts to feel safe around you. That's the whole point. I shouldn't have to fucking be on guard and protect myself from you. I am supposed to be able to TRUST you."

It almost looked like they have a joint relevation. Honestly what goes on inside their heads, you can no longer tell. Mammon was the first to recover.

"Then I'll keep ya safe this time." He stood up and walked toward you. "Can I...can I hold you? It's been too long..."

He looked so broken and dishevelled, your heart took pity.

"Just this much." You held his hand, intertwining fingers. That much was enough for him.

"Is there any way...any way at all, that you'll come back to us?" Satan stood up next. "Please, we'll do anything. We'll fix anything you don't like!"

"Don't come back here again. Keep waiting down in Devildom." You said sternly, "I need time away...maybe I'll never come back anyway. But for now, I don't want to see any of you."

They all hung their heads in acceptance. All but Belphie.

"I'll go back to the attic, if that makes you feel safer at the house."

"And you think Beel would be okay with that arrangement? You think the rest of them won't feel guilty?" You shook your head. "It's like you people don't even know each other."

"We don't. We haven't known each other for a while." Belphie answered. "The only reason things got a little better is because you came along. And tied all of us back together."

"Ah yes, as a substitute Lilith. Of course." You rolled your eyes.

"No not anymore we just-"

"Just leave. Please. And the next time you threaten Solomon like that, I'll command you to bite your tongues off."

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After months of begging and reassurance, you finally relented to come back. You'd not be staying with them, of course.

You'd be in the Purgatory Hall, where you should have always been. But nothing stops the brothers.

Lucifer keeps trying to meet you alone in his room, with excuses of needing help with work. Helping others is the one thing you never turned down.

"Thank you for all your help, MC. I'm truly grateful." Lucifer said, as you nodded and wordlessly arranged the reviewed documents.

Lucifer stretched his hands to relax his shoulders. And to his horror, he saw you flinch and move far away from the desk.

"MC what's wrong? Why are you-" He stopped when he noticed the way you stared at his raised arm and his face in turns.

"Oh no... no, MC, it's not what you think. It's not." Lucifer hurried to put his arms down and desperately tried to clear the air. "I would never..."

He is careful to maintain a distance where you feel safe. No matter how much he wants to hold you close again he knows he has to wait a long time for you to feel safe around him again.

Mammon accompanies you wherever you go. He even stands out your door hours before you actually have to go out. And he's especially protective when Belphie is in the room.

"I left my book in the attic." You would tell him and he knew exactly what you needed. He'd go in and get it for you, because you could never bear to step foot in the place again.

"This one?" He learnt to understand you through subtle changes in your expressions. Because you hardly spoke as much as you used to before.

"Thank you, Mammon." This was the best part of his days. Just three little words is all he longed for. Knowing he was being helpful was akin to forgiveness.

"Always, MC." He meant it. Mammon was determined to be a better protector this time around.

He doesn't just drape his arms around you willy nilly anymore. But as you walk through town with him, he always dangled his hand by his side, in case you ever wanted to take it.

Leviathan is overjoyed by simple text replies to his. And if you end up sitting in the same room as him and say nothing, he's more than happy to fill the silence with his ramblings. He's just happy to get to see you again.

"Is this anime okay? Or are you in the mood for something else?" Levi asks nervously as you walk into his room after what feels like years.

"This one is fine." You reply curtly. He misses your enthusiasm but he's happy to even have you in the same space. He smiles and looks ahead at the screen.

But in the blue of his room, he glances at your face between scenes to see if you're really enjoying it. And if he's really really lucky, he occasionally discovers a smile.

After you leave, he curls into his bathtub and reminisces old memories and wishes so badly to be the way you both used to be. More nights than less, he cries out your name in apology.

Satan reads extensively on human psychology and human trauma therapy. Anything and everything that helps you, he is willing to learn, he's willing to do. Also wary of your surroundings.

"They're fighting about me again." You say as Satan finds you curled up in your room with hands covering your ears. Satan puts a defeaning spell on the door.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." He says even as you thank him. He has a long way to go, but atleast this is a start. "Can I sit next to you?"

You nod after a pause. He sits beside you, grateful to be close to you again. "Don't worry. They'll tire themselves out soon enough. What were you doing before?"

"Trying to read." You pointed at a stack books, Satan had lent you before the incident. Another sign of forgiveness. He almost broke down, suddenly overwhelmed by emotion. "Well its quieter now. Lets read together, shall we?"

Asmodeus constantly bombarded Solomon with texts, asking about you. He was putting his fame to use, asking his followers to secretly look over you and tell him immediately if you were ever in trouble.

"Asmo, you need to stop sending me gifts." You appeared outside his room one night, "I have no place to keep them."

Asmo squealed in suprise seeing that it's you. Excited he threw his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he spun you around. "MC! It's really you! It's been so long!"

"Put me down, Asmo!" You pushed yourself down and shook your head. "I told you I'm not ready for ...all this." You motioned to him. Oh.

"I'm sorry, darling. You were so cute I couldn't control myself. I'll do better next! Please don't go.." Asmo begged, desperate. "Won't you come see more often then? Simeon and Luke don't make me feel welcome there at all." You sighed and relented. He almost cried.

Beel and Belphie would always appear together. One to make you feel safer in the presence of the other. Belphie knew he had to make it up to both you and his twin, who's bond he'd ruined. So he did.

Belphie spoke only when spoken too. He was careful to never get too close, not unless you did. He'd even tried to use dream magic to rid you of any nightmares he caused you.

Beel was hyper worried about your eating habits. After the stunt you pulled last time, he would always offer you food if you came home. He would ask Solomon every day if you'd eaten three square meals.

There was no talking between you and them. They communicated by passing food to you during dinner, or by fluffing up your pillows and sheets before you went to sleep.

When you saw Beel in the kitchen at 3 a.m., you put a finger to your lips - you won't tell Lucifer, its a promise. Beel smiles and offers you whatever he's snacking on. His food tastes better with you around again.

And if you pass by Belphie in hallways, he greets you in whispers you can barely hear - 'Hope you're sleeping well. Are you tired? Do you need help in assignments?' You merely nod or shake your head. But in Belphie's mind, he's happy you're not running away on sight.

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me Headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me belphie #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me imagine #obey me levi #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me luke #obey me Diavolo #obey me dark #obey me fic #obey me hurt comfort

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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Mc gets slut shamed pt.1

So basically a scenario where Mc gets slut shamed by her close ones. The Mc here is female and I am once again writing late at night so apologies for the dogcrap quality. So not proofread.

This will only be for Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan. I probably will do the rest some other time.

Link to part 2 with the other four brothers:

Content warnings: slut shaming, strong language, crying, verbal abuse, trauma

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Mc already started dreading the moment she’d leave as soon as Diavolo told her she’d get to spend a week up in the human world with her family, as the ones who are supposed to love her the most do not treat her right at all. Her mother, her father, her siblings were all the same. Conservative. Judgmental. Entitled. Straight up venomous. Mc tried to reason with Diavolo, tried to convince him to not let her go. But alas, her efforts were in vain. What did she expect? She didn’t even mention she feels unsafe in her family’s presence, she just told him she prefers the Devildom. The hardest part would not even be the fact she’d be cooped up with a bunch of asses again, no. Mc knows she will miss her demon boyfriend dearly.

It is currently day 5 of Mc’s stay in the human world. So far, she managed to avoid erupting a big overreaction from a family member by keeping her quiet most of the time. But this time would be way harder. ‘Let’s have a beach trip today!’ Mc’s mother suggested, to which everybody but Mc agreed to. Oh no, she could feel the hurtful words coming for her, she’d been burned too many times in the past.

There were many incidents when Mc’s family told her... things over the way she dresses, her choices, anything. That is why a beach trip is the worst. Beach trip means bathing suit. Beach trip means getting insulted. Even though she didn’t want to go, it wasn’t like she had a voice. She had just accepted her fate and went along with the plans. Mc decided to wear a light blue two piece swimsuit. Just a regular one, nothing special. She threw a long maxi-dress over it and headed to the beach.

What did Mc expect? Taking off her dress at the beach, as one in a bikini surrounded by assholes in full-coverage swimwear. She thought this time would be different, she is an adult after all and they are in public. Dead wrong. ‘Mc, I did not raise a slut. Go cover up, I’m embarrassed even looking at you.’ Stop. ‘Dang Mc, how many men did you open your loose legs for in the last hour? Gotta be at least five right?’ Please shut up. ‘I suggest we cut our trip short and take this bitch to the fucking ER to get an STD test.’ Can’t take anymore. ‘You whore! Quit ignoring me and listen!’ That was it. Mc grabbed her bag and ran back to the house they were staying in, crying. She hid in the bathroom and grabbed her D.D.D., not wasting a single second after having changed into the dress again. As fast as her trembling hands allowed her, she dialed Barbatos’ number and waited for him to pick up.

The butler’s voice sounded from the other line. ‘Mc, hello. How may I-’ Barbatos stopped speaking the second he heard sniffling coming from the phone. ‘Barbatos... please come pick me up early I can’t do this anymore please I beg of you.’ Mc stopped for a while to catch her breath. ‘Please, Barbatos, I’ll do anything. Even if you ask me to-’ a gentle hushing noise made Mc stop speaking. ‘Mc, it’s alright. I’ll come right now, okay?’ His voice was gentle as can be. That was when he hung up.

Not long afterwards, a portal opened up in the middle of the bathroom and Barbatos emerged from the opening. His serious expression quickly softened upon spotting the human crying on the floor. He crouched down reached his hand out and gently rubbed her shoulder. ‘Mc, dear, what happened? If you do not mind my asking.’ Mc tensed up a little upon the sudden contact, but quickly let her guard down. ‘I- I can’t, Barbatos. They’re coming, we have to leave.’ Her normally melodic voice was now being corrupted by cracks and sobs. Barbatos decided to obey Mc’s wish and leaped through the portal with her.

To the demon butler, Mc seems o have calmed down a bit upon having left the human world. But that didn’t mean her crying had ceased to carry on. ‘If I go back to the House of Lamentation right now, there will be a ruckus, right? I can’t right now.’ the human female expressed her concerns, voice still trembling. Barbatos flashed her a sympathetic smile. ‘I understand, allow me to accompany you the demon lord’s castle then. I shall call your significant other afterwards, does that help you?’ Mc nodded weakly while playing with the skirt of her dress.

Turns out, Barbatos had already sorted out the possibility of Mc returning early with Diavolo, and therefore there was a guest room available and therefore he could come pick Mc up at any time. The butler noticed the anxiety in Mc’s eyes after having asked Diavolo to cancel the trip and spoke about his concerns to his master in advance. ‘Good afternoon. Something has happened in the human world, Mc is at the demon lord’s castle right now and appears to be upset. Would you come over to comfort her?’ Barbatos spoke on the phone but Mc barely paid any attention to his words. In her mind, she was reliving the memories of the abuse she had faced.

Not long after Barbatos finished the phone call, the one who came to the castle was:

Lucifer

The eldest brother dropped every single unsigned piece of paperwork on his desk the second he got the call from Barbatos. He arrived at the castle in 10 minutes after the call. ‘Where is Mc?’ He asked and Barbatos gave him the directions. Lucifer could already hear her crying from outside the door. He knocked a couple of times before gently opening the door. Mc looked up to him with bloodshot eyes and it broke Lucifer’s heart. He sat down on the sofa in the room and gestured for the human to come sit next to him. The first born expected Mc to get up and nestle herself in his arms quickly, but instead, she didn’t seem to be able to move from het position on the floor. This was the moment Lucifer knew that whatever had happened, deeply affected his lover. ‘Mc, come here. You can do it.’ The black-haired demon still attempted to get her to move and this time he succeeded. After a good ten seconds, Mc, who was still in tears, got up and allowed herself to be embraced by Lucifer on the couch. ‘Shh, good girl.’ Lucifer praised her after he placed a tender kiss on the top of her head. In response, Mc squeezed her smaller frame closer against Lucifer’s. He didn’t like to admit it, but some sadistic part of himself enjoyed seeing Mc like this. Completely helpless, completely depending on him. It stroked his pride in a way. ‘Do you want to tell me what happened, dear?’ he asked, with his deep voice hushed. Mc felt comfortable enough around him to tell the eldest brother her whole story. The shaming she faced and what had happened today. Besides, she had calmed down a bit from earlier. As Mc was explaining everything, Lucifer had to fight against going into his demon form with every cell of his being. He was mad at those disgusting people for upsetting his precious human, but he didn’t want to scare Mc either. When she finished telling him everything, Lucifer decided it was his cue to speak. ‘Listen, besides the point that those shameful creatures’ arguments are completely invalid to begin with, I need you to know you are much stronger than the mere insults those vermin that call themselves family throw at you.’ He stopped for a while to gaze into Mc’s eyes lovingly while smoothing a thumb over her eyebrow. ‘I am so proud of you for having stayed strong for so long and for not having lost yourself in the process.’ He grabbed one of Mc’s hands and placed a kiss on top of it, as if they were of royal blood. ‘I love you deeply.’

The next day Lucifer arrives at your family’s doorstep in his demon form with his trusty whip in his hand. The news channel is going to have a blast tonight.

Mammon

‘Barbatos! Where’s my human?!’ Mammon yelled as he barged through the doors of the demon lord’s castle. Mammon was already ready to bear some ass up the second he finished the call with the butler and won’t hesitate to make whoever made Mc cry pay. Barbatos led him the way to Mc’s residence and Mammon didn’t waste a single second and barged into the room to tackle Mc into a hug. ‘Don’t go being sad now. The great Mammon is finally here!’ Mc actually stopped crying for a bit at the sudden surprise. Once the shock faded away, she carefully hugged the demon back, which Mammon saw as a green light to continue talking. ‘So, who is it I gotta go beat up?’ He asked. Mc laughed a little bit at his adamancy to fight somebody for her sake, but in a good way. It made her feel loved. Her gleeful expression was short lived though. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she explained what had happened. Mammon stared at her in shock the whole time and actually felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as well. When Mc finished talking, Mammon pulled out a small box from his pocket. ‘Here... I got this for you when you left. You better be grateful, you know?’ he explained. Mc opened the box to reveal a beautiful, golden necklace inside. It warmed her heart to know Mammon, the embodiment of greed, saved up to buy her a nice gift. ‘Mammon, thank you. I love it.’ She said. ‘Yea, well look, would what those bastards call you wear something as pure as this. No! So, they lie, you see. I am always right about this sorta stuff.’ Mammon explained. ‘You you better not waste your tears on them, understood? Cause they’re not worth it at all.’ Mc hugged Mammon tighter in response. He was right.

The next day Mammon goes up to the human world and steals all Mc’s family’s money to pay for a nice dinner date and maybe matching rings. Who knows?

Leviathan

Levi gathered some snacks and that one anime merch pillow Mc really likes and made his was to the castle. Barbatos was waiting for him at the entrance and quickly led him to Mc. Levi was nervous, as he was not good at comforting people at all, but he decided to give it his best shot. ‘M-Mc, I’m coming in.’ The third born’s heart broke upon the sight of the only one who accepted him for him broken and crying on the floor. He panicked, but didn’t let it show for the human’s sake. ‘I- I brought Azuki-tan. Here, cuddle with her.’ He said was he gently placed the pillow in Mc’s arms. Honestly, Levi eventually became jealous of the pillow because Mc cuddled it so much and looked adorable looking so. He wished he was the pillow, but didn't have the guts to express his desire. Eventually, when Mc seemed calm enough, Levi tried asking what happened. ‘I’d like to know who hurt the Henry to my Lord of Shadows.’ So Mc explained everything, and Levi felt pain piece his heart. He didn’t care anymore. He took the Azuki-tan pillow from Mc’s arms and placed himself between her arms instead. ‘Why would they tell you that?’ He asked himself out loud, to which Mc replied saying she didn't know. It’s been like that her whole life. ‘That’s not fair!’ Levi raised his voice. ‘They only lie to you because they’re insecure and know you’re better than them! Like in the anime about the demon girl and her landlord who is also her fast food delivery guy.’ Mc smiled at het boyfriend. ‘So, don’t be sad. You are enough.’ Levi said, blushing the whole time. He wanted to show Mc he can be as dependable as anyone else. ‘Thank you, Levi.’ Mc said. Then the two enjoyed the snacks in each other’s company.

The next day Mc’s family’s house floods. Nobody knows why up in the human world.

#om #obeyme #obey me shall we date #obey me #shall we date #lucifer #belphegor #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #angst #diavolo #barbatos #f!mc #tw verbal abuse #tw abuse

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obeymycok · 2 years

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MC’s Demon Form

I mentioned making something like this in my Pact Headcanons Pt.2 where the brothers react to finding out there’s a little more to the pact than they realize👀. It happens when they come to the human world with Diavolo and Barbatos to check on MC’s progress as a sorcerer under Solomon. Completed parts will be linked under the brother’s name.

Completed: Lucifer Mammon Leviathan Satan Asmodeus Beelzebub Belphegor

Taglist: @trashlord-007 @waldeinsamkeit600

365 days

52 weeks

12 months

A whole year

No way of saying it made the brothers less sad about MC’s departure from the devildom. It was difficult but everyone had agreed, MC included, that they weren’t living up to their magic potential in such a different environment than they were used to. Also, they didn’t really need to use their pacts if they were always surrounded by the brothers, the demon king, his all-powerful butler, 2 angels, and the most powerful sorcerer in history. So, MC and Solomon had decided to return to the human world for a year to improve MC’s magic and experiment with their new power.

Simeon and Luke had gone with them to ensure a hidden and safe training arena sealed with holy magic to prevent sustaining injuries. Diavolo and Barbatos would make weekly visits to check on MC’s progress. But the brothers were NOT under any circumstances, allowed in the human realm unless MC fully summoned them. The biggest reason MC left was because the brothers were too clingy the close proximity they constantly had with all their pacts could’ve very well been what prevented their powers from striving to develop.

Obviously, this didn’t go over well with most of the brothers; but they did eventually see that it would be only beneficial to MC. The goodbye was full of tears from everyone; even Lucifer let a single tear slip when he thought no one was watching (you were :))) And so began the depression in the House of Lamentation

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“Rise and shine everyone! Today’s THE DAAAY!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted through the hallways, banging on all his brothers’ doors.

Normally, everyone would be fuming; but today was special. Beel was already awake in the kitchen making breakfast, accompanied by Lucifer who made sure he didn’t snack too much. Everyone else was quickly out of their rooms and helping in the kitchen to finish up breakfast. Yes, even Belphie was awake. Arguments were kept to a minimal and everyone was actually out the door on time. Only one thing could make the seven lords of hell get along like best friends and to work towards a common goal; you.

“My, what a surprise! You’re all half an hour early!” Diavolo exclaimed in his usual, joyful tone.

“Indeed, this is a surprise, Lucifer.” Barbatos agreed as he finished pouring Diavolo and the others some tea. Lucifer let out a small laugh in agreement as he took a sip, trying to hide his jittery fingers. Luckily, Mammon and Asmo were quick to draw attention.

“Why’d we have to meet at the castle first? And what’s with not updating us about MC’s training!? As their first man, I should’ve been the one to supervise.”

“As much as I hate to, I have to agree with Mammon. I miss our darling MC just so much I can’t stand it another second!”

“Asmo, Mammon, please...” Lucifer sighed again, this time in exhaustion.

“Actually, we figured it’d be best for you to see for yourself.” Diavolo stated with a proud smile.

“MC’s power has far surpassed what we even thought was possible. Maybe it’s because they’re the only one to form a pact with all seven of you, because they’re a descendant of Lilith, or both, we don’t know for sure...” Barbatos spoke, basking in the expectant and pleading expressions. “...but they’ve truly become a force to be reckoned with.”

The air in the room changed, but not necessarily to something bad. Confusion is mainly what overtook the brothers. Some were also excited, some were nervous, some concerned; but most of all, they just HAD to see what their fragile MC had achieved in such a short time.

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“I’m nervous, Solomon.” you stated quietly as you both walked through the battlefield. The arena had changed to look like a forest while you and Solomon were to make your way to the finish line. Of course, the place was littered with devildom creatures; but that wasn’t your main concern. “I don’t know, what if they freak out? What if they get upset we didn’t tell them sooner?”

“You seem to keep forgetting that you had no say in that; not even Barbatos expected this to happen. Plus, Diavolo and I were the ones that agreed it would be best to keep this from them until we figured out the full effects of your power.” Solomon replied in his usual matter-of-fact tone.

Still, you felt a bit unsure of their reactions. It wasn’t until Solomon had yanked you behind a tree, just barely missing a beam of magic, that you snapped back into your own head. The beast was about 10 feet tall and stood on two legs. Its jagged teeth protruded past its lips as it snarled, blood and drool dripping down.

“Well, no sense worrying about them now when we have one of these to deal with.” Solomon whispered with a hint of a chuckle as he smiled at you. You returned the gesture with a smirk and a single nod.

“Let’s fuck him up.”

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"Hey, Diavolo? Are you sure this is safe? Some of these look like the monsters we summon for the elite fighters." Poor Beel was very worried. These were the types of monsters his coach would summon when the team wasn't doing their drills fast enough and he knew how strong they were.

"That's LORD Diavolo, Beelzebub." Lucifer retorted in his usual tone, but everyone could tell he was also worried. "Lord Diavolo wouldn't put the human exchange student in harm's way, especially if Simeon's healing couldn't protect them if something dire were to happen. Isn't that right, Simeon." It was said more like a statement than a question, but Simeon could see the desperation in Lucifer's eyes; begging that you were never in danger.

"That's correct, Lucifer." Simeon answered with a knowing smile.

Before any of the others had a chance to speak, a Baatezu smashed through the iron gates at the finish line. The brothers all got ready to fight before realizing it was dead.

“MC!!!” Mammon shouted as he sprinted to the fallen beast followed closely by the rest of the brothers. Apparently, too close. Mammon stopped dead in his tracks, feet still sliding over the dirt as his brothers crashed into him at full force. They all got up ready to curse him out, but the sight in front of them quickly shut them up.

There you were, but you looked like..?

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Aaahh I’m actually so happy with this!! I am actively making the bro’s reactions as this is posted. I finally have a day off work so I’ll try to get everyone done today. Basically it’ll be HC format of how each bro reacts to seeing MC as themselves or another brother. (Bros react to MC in Lucifer’s Form, Mammon’s Form, etc) If you interact with this post and tell me which bro you’d wish to see first, I’ll do that. If not, I’ll just go in order. I’m also starting a taglist so I don’t feel bad about cliff hangers so comment on a post and I’ll add you. Stay tuned, everyone! :)))

Edit: lol motivation said brr so I'll be posting a new brother daily

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yan-lorkai · 2 years

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General headcanons for Diavolo

Warnings: Kidnapping, mention of punishment, imprisonment. Yandere behavior. Minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked. I also think it's important to mention that I don't condone this kind of behavior, it's merely fiction. You have been notified of the content of this headcanon!

I see Diavolo as someone who desperately wants to please you and make you stay by his side every moment of the day or at least have you stay in his Castle all day. He doesn’t want to be seen as a smothering or needy partner, but he does need to know that you’re there for him when he needs it and that you’re safe and happy and that nothing can threaten you inside, that nothing can take you away from him.

With that being said, Diavolo approaches you sneakily and quietly. He just wants you two to be friends, after all the brothers and angels love you, so he’s just curious about how you get along with everyone else. He understands that to be honest, there’s a light about you that’s so beautiful and warm, so ethereal he could swear it was like tasting the soul of an innocent. He just couldn’t help it, he needed to swim in your presence, he needed to hear your voice, your laughter, to see your smile, to feel his hand against yours.

He needs you.

During the first months of your friendship with Diavolo, everything is perfect and he is simply the best friend anyone could have, he listens to you, he tries to understand what you are going through and he helps you with everything he can, study dates happen often and he always takes you out to eat afterwards, sometimes at Hell’s Kitchen, sometimes at Ristorante Six and most of the time at the Castle. Barbatos food is simply amazing, isn’t it? Besides, he gives you many gifts both handmade and bought, it’s always a happiness for him to see you using each of the gifts he gave you.

If you are the type of person who doesn’t like to receive a lot of gifts or doesn’t want him to spend a lot of money/time with you, don’t worry he can write you several letters and spend time playing games or talking to you. It’s like an endless sleepover, the castle has never been louder and happier than when you go to sleep there. The long hallways look more vivid, the red of the curtains sway happily, and the paintings seem to smile whenever they see you and Diavolo running around and screaming like two kids.

Barbatos has to tell you to sleep, otherwise you two will prank call other people, tell each other secrets, compare the culture of your country and Devildom or watch some sad movie and end up crying out loud. You are like children to the butler too, but the smile on his face is one that isn’t hard to notice, he adores your interactions with Diavolo, being like a shadow of the prince he can’t stop the feeling of relief that washes over him.

Now Diavolo has someone special by his side.

But something happened. Something terrible has happened to make Diavolo notice that you’re not safe yet; a demon that opposed the Diavolo government attacked you, he almost killed you and Diavolo doesn’t want to see the life drain from your eyes. He couldn’t bear to be alone again, he can’t have you abandoning him like his father and mother did. You have to forgive him for that.

He kidnaps you, though he prefers to think of it as a permanent transfer to the castle, to the safest place in all of Devildom. Your room is next to his, decorated in whatever colors and furniture you prefer and like best. He wants you to feel comfortable there, to feel like you’re at home. And honestly it’s not that bad, if you don’t disobey him or try to go outside it’s as if things haven’t changed.

You can certainly stay at the Castle with him, Barbatos and the Little Ds, right?

As a Yandere he starts to be smothering, controlling and clingy. As said before he needs you around, even more after what happened, he’s afraid of losing you, he’s afraid of sleeping and you disappearing, so scream, fight him, Diavolo doesn’t care, he has a clear conscience, he did everything right, all this resistance of yours just means you’re alive so he’s happy, you can tell by the wide smile on his face every time you fight him, every time you try to run away. Even if you don’t love him now or later, he couldn’t care less.

And speaking of escape attempts, he won’t punish you, but he will be incredibly disappointed and will isolate you in your own room indefinitely. Your only contact is with Barbatos who leaves you food, yet he is not allowed to talk to you. And when your incarceration is over, he treats you like a deity to be worshiped and loved.

Another fact is no matter how hard you try, he can always stop time with his powers or order Barbatos to look through time, figuring out when and how you are going to try to escape. But if your attempt is somehow almost successful, he’ll let his butler choose a better way to discipline you. And Diavolo will be there to dry your tears and soothe you, stroke your scalp and take you to the bathroom for a hot shower to help you relax.

You’ve got his heart it’s only fair that you give him your heart too, but you have to forgive him, he’s a little greedier than that. He wants your heart, your soul, your mind and body, everything you are.

#obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me #obey me swd #swd obey me #diavolo #yandere diavolo #yandere obey me #dark diavolo #dark obey me #yandere diavolo x mc #yandere diavolo x reader #lorkai headcanon #tw yandere #yandere

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mc’s departure | obey me

summary: how the brothers would react to MC returning to the human world after a year in the devildom

contains: fluff , angst , ?!!!!&;@;&:idk

♯ LUCIFER

he’s the one to see you off, reminding you of the many things he had taught you so that you’d never forget.

his pride is much too large to admit that he will miss you to death and that he loves you dearly.

after you’re gone, he’s gone for hours at a time, holed up in his room with as much as work as he can take on.

he overworks himself with the intention of getting rid of the heavy emotion on his heart.

everything reminds you of him, even the paper clip on his desk that you had once found under his bed.

he gets easily irritable, feeling rather empty now that you’ve gone and left him alone in this now quiet house.

barely leaves his room, only works.

never cries but gets quite emotional when he finds a belonging you left behind.

♯ MAMMON

he cried every single night up until your departure but never showed you that side of him once

after you left, he cried non-stop, not caring if he looked like a cry baby in front of his brother’s who watched him with pitiful eyes.

once his eyes dried up, he soon never returned home as he partied all day and night.

he forced himself to attend parties after parties in order to forget about you.

it never works because everything reminds him of you.

sometimes he sits in his car and just stares into space, wondering what you’re doing now that you’re back on earth.

literally cannot stand the mention of you or your name or he may break down.

pretends to be okay but can’t go a day without getting upset about your absence.

money soon becomes pointless when he realizes no amount of cash will bring you back to the house of lamentation.

♯ LEVIATHAN

curled up in his bath tub and cried himself to sleep.

stopped leaving his room in general, continuously playing games all day and night.

couldn’t look at his ruri-chan figures because they somehow reminded him of you and how much you used to admire them with him.

every inch of his room has your touch on it and it makes his heart ache painfully.

struggles to attend online school but manages to make it through the day by zoning out in class.

claims he doesn’t care about a normie like you but genuinely misses you

sends you messages, forgetting you can no longer contact him without your D.D.D

writes about how much he misses you on his blog fully aware you’ll never see it.

♯ SATAN

reading. that’s all he does.

he hides in his room and reads every single book he has stacked up along his room, even rereading them if he finished everything.

uses books to get his mind off of you—or more so the lack of you.

will sometimes get excited about a stray cat he sees but stops himself when he realizes he can’t tell you because you aren’t here.

gets angry. a lot.

the smallest things set him off and he can longer feign a smile when he hears your name or anything related to you.

he misses you so much that he wants to tear out his hair and rip apart all these book page by page.

his room is in shambles and he can’t seem to think straight anymore.

♯ ASMODEUS

loses his interest in everything.

forgets his skin care routine and lets himself go without caring about it.

forces himself to go to parties and tries to sleep with someone to feel better but when it fails, he stops sleeping around in general.

like mammon, he doesn’t come home often to avoid seeing the house he had lived in with you happily.

cannot forget about you no matter what he does, and that frustrates him the most.

wishes he had done something to stop you or at least slept beside you one last time.

neglects himself for a while.

♯ BEELZEBUB

poor bby isn’t hungry for once.

can’t seem to eat now that you’re not sitting beside him, giggling about something he had said.

spends a lot of his time doing weight training and exercising to get his mind off of you.

misses all the meals you used to make on the nights you were in charge of cooking.

sometimes forgets you’re not around whenever he’s about to go downstairs to eat dinner.

clings to belphie in hopes to fill the gap in his heart.

accidentally broke down your room door in an angry fit when your absence finally set in.

♯ BELPHEGOR

either he sleeps even more or somehow gets less sleep.

no matter what, he feels sluggish and blank.

locks himself in the attic, almost as if he was never released in the first place.

even though he hated humans, your absence affected him the most after he had grown to love you as a human.

nearly went demon mode on diavolo when he found out that you were being sent back to the human world.

partially wishes he never met you but cherishes his memories with you too much to ever wish for that wholeheartedly.

sleeps in your bed often to hold onto your lingering scent that was fading quickly.

complains to beel that you were nothing but a stupid human who turns their backs on demons like them, but he never means anything he says.

“Why is it so quiet in here?” Diavolo asks as he opens the front door of the House of Lamentation with Barbatos at his side. The man’s golden eyes scanned the entry hall, noticing how it was so eerily dark and quiet that it almost felt like something out of a horror movie. It felt like no one had lived here in over two thousand years. “Hello?”

Upon receiving message from Diavolo, everyone had exited their rooms for the first time in a while, looking like they were dragged through the mud. The state they were in made Diavolo jump with surprise, shocked to find that even Lucifer looked like he was ill. “What happened to you guys?!”

“What is it that you need, Lord Diavolo?” Lucifer asked as he ran a hand through his hair to compose himself a bit in front of the red haired man. “If is nothing important, may I kindly ask you to leave and return another time?”

Diavolo sighed, shaking his head lightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t know what’s up with you guys, but I brought everyone’s favorite person along with me so sing your praises now!”

Mammon huffed, “If ya’ talking about that butler of yours, ain’t nobody care right now! We got bigger things to worry about!”

Barbatos simply smiled, taking no offense to the sly insult thrown his way.

Diavolo cocked a brow in confusion. “What? Of course not! It’s-“

The person stepped out from behind Diavolo, catching the attention of every single male in the room. The seven brother’s choked, staring at the one person they had longed for these past few days.

“[y/n]!” They shouted in unison, practically flying down the stairs to get to you. Mammon was the first to reach you, wrapping his arms around your entire body as he tackled you to the floor. The other brother’s climbed on top of you two, hugging you so tightly that you feared this would be where you’d die. “You’re back!”

Diavolo chuckled boisterously. “This is amusing! You lot are acting like you didn’t know they’d return today!” His laugh came to an abrupt stop when he saw the flat expressions coming from each and every brother. “Oh- Did I not inform you?”

“Obviously you didn’t.” Belphegor scoffed with a roll of the eyes, burying his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. “[y/n]...”

“Ya can’t ever leave again! I’ll seriously get angry at ya if this happens again! Ya either go to the human world with me or ya don’t go at all!” Mammon snapped, cupping your cheeks while getting dangerously close to your face to yell at you.

“I’ll severely punish you if you ever leave this manor without giving me a heads up as to where you’re off to. You’re not just an exchange student anymore. You’re special.” Lucifer explained, a panicked glint in his tired eyes as he reached out to pat your head gently with his gloved hand.

Satan sighed, pressing his forehead against your back. “If you leave again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions, so don’t leave.”

The avatar of lust whined loudly, “my beautiful self can’t handle a life without you! Don’t ever go anywhere without me again!” He clutched onto her waist tightly.

“Don’t... Don’t go anywhere.” Leviathan said with a sad frown on his lips as he held your hand, bringing it up to rest against his cheek. “It’s so empty without you.”

“Let’s eat dinner together, [y/n].” Beel suggested, his voice full of emotions as he drooled at the thought of dinner with you.

A million emotions ran through your veins as you sat there, basking in the warmth of their touch. It was overwhelming to receive so much love all at once but it was amazing.

A smile slowly crept onto your lips as you leaned into their touch, enjoying the way they clung to you as if you’d disappear any moment now. “I missed you guys, too.”

“What a lovely reunion!” Diavolo exclaimed happily, snapping a view blurry photos on his D.D.D to send to the group chat later.

After the heartfelt moment, they quickly disappeared upstairs to fix up their appearance before rushing downstairs to the kitchen where you stood. They clung to you like bugs to a light, hounding you about your sudden departure, only to find out that you had gone up there with Diavolo and Barbatos to help the man experience human world activities he had never gotten to try before. Diavolo was sure he had told them that but seeing as they were genuinely distressed, he assumed the message never reached.

Even though they were beyond pissed with Diavolo and his carelessness, they were just glad you were back. Them being here with you really was their idea of a perfect life.

a/n: UH YEA K GOODNIGHT

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POWER RANGERS VILLAIN!MC

Ft. MC who is a villain in Power Rangers and 7 Demon bros + Barbatos

WARNING: REFERENCES TO POWER RANGER LIGHTSPEED RESCUE (PRLR) ESPECIALLY

INTRO:

You were human with a dark heart and sadistic nature. Your also had ambition: to conquer Earth and make human evolve into something advanced. But you had nothing to help you accomplish your ambition and desire. That was the case until you found Jinxer, who survived the events in the final battle of PRLR. However, he was heavily wounded and only a pact with a person with powerful magic potential could save him. Time was against the demon, so you were his only choice. You made a pact with Jinxer, saving his life, proving that you had huge magic potential. In exchange, Jinxer became your butler and helped you realize your evil schemes. He also taught you magic. Thanks to his teaching, you were able to create new monster cards.

But the Power Rangers were there to stop you, ruining many of your evil plans. While you were feeling chagrin after a failure, you were suddenly teleported to Devildom to participate in the exchange program. You lost contact with Jinxer for a while, but he managed to contact you again. Jinxer dared not to fight the strongest demons (especially Barb) to rescue you. But he had a plan: you commanded Jinxer from HoL during the exchange program.

Like that plan was gonna work. The brothers found you chided Jinxer for failure one normal evening.

LUCIFER

“THE FILES NEVER MENTIONED ANYTHING ABOUT THIS! EXPLAIN YOURSELF, MC!”

The eldest was completely shocked. You were totally not the person who he thought you were. But he found you being a villain so endearing. The Avatar of Pride is a villain himself, duh. He may even help you fight the Power Rangers sometimes, for enjoyment more than being serious.

Lucifer was glad that you only commanded the monsters from behind the scene, instead of going to the battlefield yourself.

But be careful, if your grades at RAD goes down, say goodbye to all your monster cards.

MAMMON

“Wait, does that mean that I’m not your first!?”

Mammon was super super upset that he was not the first demon you made pact with. You had to comfort him later and told him that he had a special place in your heart, while Jinxer was only a servant to you.

Mammon later found Jinxer, hung him on the ceiling of your lair, and robbed all the monster cards and magic cards to sell on Akuzon. He had to buy them back when you found out and demanded their return.

LEVIATHAN

“No way! Henry, you were supposed to be the ally of justice!”

You being the big bad was also cool to him tbh. For you, Levi watched many Power Rangers and Super Sentai episodes to help you counter the Rangers.

“It’s the power of justice, courage, love, hope, family, etc.” Levi said every time the counter he made for you failed, because the Rangers countered it back with a new weapon or Megazord.

Levi had a nightmare where the Rangers destroying you in the last episode. You had to comfort him, promising him that you would never go to the battlefield. And at HoL, you trusted that he and his brothers would keep you safe.

SATAN

“Let me help you, MC!”

Satan joined your faction as your tactician and right hand man. His schemes and plan made the Rangers miserable many times. However, he became extremely mad when the Rangers foiled his plans. Only you could stop him then.

Satan used his knowledge to help you research for a way to make human evolve (more like turning human into your monsters).

ASMODEUS

“Honey, you’re so cool and hot! I can’t help but want you to dominate me, MC!”

“Don’t be angry, hon! It’s bad for your skin!” Asmo said every time you got mad after a failure. The Avatar of Lust made sure you rested well after a day full of failures and stress.

He helped you charm the Rangers once and he set them against each other. But the strong bond between Rangers helped them escape his charm, foiling his plan.

BEELZEBUB

“Did you fight them (the Rangers) directly? Were you hurt?”

Beel was worried sick about you. He’s afraid of losing you, even more than the loss of Lilith, his sister.

Beel would offer himself to be your shield, should you decide to meet the Rangers face-to-face. No Rangers’ power could break the Avatar of Gluttony. If he couldn’t handle them, he would just devour the attack.

BELPHEGOR

“*laugh* Let’s destroy human realm together, MC!...Wait, you want to dominate it, not destroying it. And you actually want human to evolve and become stronger!?”

At first, Belphie was skeptical about you being a Power Rangers villain. But he soon realized that “playing” with the Power Rangers was very fun.

The Avatar of Sloth became your left-hand-man.

“*sigh* … another failure...” Belphie closed his eyes and slept after seeing the monster exploded.

BARBATOS

“Oiya! If it isn’t Jinxer, my old friend and colleague.”

Barbatos met Jinxer by chance when the latter came to HoL to get new monster cards from you. The fly demon shrieked the moment he met Barb. He’s extremely scared of the mighty time-lord butler of Diavolo.

Once, Dia invited both you and your butler to the Demon Lord’s Castle. Jinxer was so scared that he messed up many times while trying to serve you and Dia. Barbatos just smiled. “It’s fine, I’ll take care of it!” he told you.

After a week, Jinxer finally told you about the history between Queen Bansheera and The Demon King, Diavolo’s father.

(Part 2 will feature Diavolo and the history between Queen Bansheera and the Demon King).

MY MASTERLIST

ALL POWER RANGERS MAIN VILLAINS

#obey me #om! shall we date #obey me shall we date #obey me main character #om! mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #house of lamentation #power rangers #power rangers villain

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haloshornsinkstains · 4 years

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Kisses Under the Mistletoe: (Formerly) Undateables Edition

I’m enjoying these mistletoe kisses headcanons too much, I should have started earlier. I’m trying to get a few more festive pieces written before Christmas, and hopefully some for New Years (intermittent inernet problems permitting). And make this place a bit prettier.

Diavolo

When Diavolo called for you to visit his office you thought you were prepared for just about anything, after all you’d had plenty of experience of his eccentricities and whims at this point.

So when he started grilling you on festive traditions in the human world while you sat beside him at his desk you weren’t exactly surprised, although the breadth of the information he’d gathered to grill you on was a little overwhelming.

You almost felt bad admitting you weren’t particularly familiar with the festival of Saturnalia, partly because of the way Diavolo’s face fell and partly because it sounded wild.

As you progressed through various traditions you grew more and more comfortable, shedding the usual layer of formality that being in Diavolo’s presence seemed to make you grow, adding your own anecdotes about traditions you followed personally.

He’s writing things down, and you assume, making plans for some kind of festive celebration in the Devildom. It’s all so normal you let your guards down, and as such, get blindsided by his next question.

“What about mistletoe? What is the importance of mistletoe?”

You blink a few times, trying to get the cogs in your brain to function properly. “Oh, um, it’s become tradition to kiss under mistletoe. I think it’s supposed to bring luck…”

Diavolo frowns, retrieving something from his drawer and holding it out to you to inspect. “Then perhaps I should ask Asmodeus why he gifted me this?”

You’re staring at the mistletoe like it’s going to jump out and bite you. (Stranger things have happened in the Devildom, even if this particular plant looks pretty harmless).

“Oh!” Diavolo beams in a way that worries you. “I suppose we should kiss now!”

y/n.exe has stopped working

“I… I can’t! Lucifer would kill me! I mean, you’re the Future King and I’m just… me?”

Diavolo frowns and for a moment you see your life flash before your eyes. If for no other reason than Lucifer is probably going to murder you for upsetting his Lord.

“But, y/n, I would like to kiss you if you would let me.” He’s still grinning mischievously but his eyes are soft with affection. “You’re special y/n. And if Lucifer shouts we can just tell him it was my idea, he rarely shouts at me.”

Your cheeks are on fire but you nod, letting Diavolo cup your face between two large hands and press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm and gentle, almost chaste. He kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll break you, and to be fair he probably could, but it leaves you heart racing and lips tingling when he pulls away.

Barbatos

It’s only been two days and Barbatos would very much like to find out who exactly told his Lord all about human festive traditions, in particular who gave him a record of ‘festive’ music. He just wants to talk. (Not that he would ever say this to Diavolo, he is an impeccable butler after all).

You had been roped in to coming to the castle to help with the decorations, but as you wandered past the kitchen with a box of tinsel and baubles you heard a tired sigh that sounded awfully familiar.

Popping your head through the door you spot Barbatos frowning at a mixing bowl.

“Everything alright in here?”

Barbatos never jumps at anything, but his eyes do look a fraction wider than usual when he turns to look at you.

“Perhaps you could assist me? Lord Diavolo asked me to make a ‘Christmas Cake’, if you’re familiar I could use your expertise. I’m not as experienced with baking human world delicacies.”

You grin, stepping inside and settling your box down on an unused counter and heading to his side to help. “There are some things even you don’t know?” You laugh softly, looking down at the mixing bowl. “It’s been a while since I made one, but I can try to help? The secret to my grandma’s recipe was usually a lot of alcohol though, she’d bake it months in advance and keep topping it up...”

The two of you bake together, and if Barbatos notices the pink flush on your cheeks whenever your body bruises against his, or when he wipes flour from your cheek, he is polite enough not to mention it.

You’ve just put the cake in the oven when Barbatos moves over to the forgotten box of decorations, rifling through curiously before pulling something out.

“Y/N, are there supposed to be plants in here?”

You walk over to see what he’s talking about just as Lord Diavolo walks in with a beaming smile.

“Y/N! Here you are! Oh, I know what that is!” He’s gesturing to what you now realise is mistletoe dangling between Barbatos’ gloved fingers. “That’s mistletoe, Asmodoeus and Solomon were telling me all about it. You’re supposed to kiss under it for luck!”

You’re making up a plan to murder your friends for teaching Diavolo about this while Barbatos studies you thoughtfully.

“If you’ll allow me?”

His voice startles you and you look back up at him for a moment before the words register. You just managed to squeak out a yes before he kisses you and you almost feel your soul ascend out of your body. Barbatos’ kiss is precise and practiced in a way that reminds you just how many more centuries of experience he has on you.

There’s nothing obscene or improper about the kiss, but when you pull away you’re feeling lightheaded and a little weak in the knees. Barbatos smiles just a little before turning back to Diavolo.

“Now, about the cake my lord.”

Simeon

Simeon, unlike the demons, seems to be at least somewhat aware of human world festive celebrations. Some of his knowledge is a bit out of date, but he’s better at this than you expected.

By the time you get to Purgatory hall the place is already pretty well decorated, the decorations lean more towards the religious but you still find tinsel and even a few paper snowflakes dotted here and there.

Simeon greets you as you enter their main common area with a beatific smile and an excited wave. “Oh Y/N, Solomon said there was something I should show you.”

You follow him, only a little wary, Solomon might cause trouble on occasion but Simeon is usually not involved. Usually.

He stops in one of the doorways that you’re pretty sure you’ve never been near before. In fact the corridor behind it looks pretty much unused. It doesn’t bode well for this being entirely innocent, though at least with Simeon involved it’s probably safe.

Coming to a halt he gestures up and you look up towards a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway. Which would explain why it was so far from the frequently used areas of the halls. You smile softly, shifting your gaze from the mistletoe to Simeon.

“Solomon told you to show me this hmm?” You grin, noting the way Simeon’s eyes flick away from yours. “Did he tell you why?”

“Maybe he mentioned it, maybe he didn’t.”

You laugh, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that leaves you both breathless and flustered. For all he is an angel, Simeone seems to know an awful lot about kissing and how to do it so you’re weak in the knees.

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me you only had to ask.”

“But this seemed seasonally appropriate.” He hums, gently stroking your hair.

“Very seasonally appropriate. And I guess we don’t need to worry about Luke wandering up here and scolding us.” You laugh, kissing his cheek softly.

“Ah yes, that too.”

Solomon

Any mistletoe shenanigans are entirely Solomon’s own doing and he knows exactly what he’s up to.

He’s been helping you with your magical studies recently, much to Satan’s chagrin, and this evening you decided to study in the House of Lamentation in front of the warmth of the fire.

The night starts wearing on and after a few hours of study you’re getting restless. Solomon pauses to glance over at you and sighs. He knows as well as you do that you’re no longer taking this in.

“Shall we take a break?”

You sigh in relief. “Please? I can make us some tea.”

He nods and follows you to the kitchen where Asmo, Mammon and Belphie were sat in the middle of a discussion. You greeted them happily, laughing as Asmo flirted happily with Solomon. You keep up idle conversation while you make tea, missing the small gesture Solomon makes with a free hand and the ripple of magic in the air.

“Hmm, Y/N, what’s that above your head?”

You pause, glancing up as Solomon sidles over with a smile. You were sure you hadn’t noticed the mistletoe hanging there before, and it was a strange place to put mistletoe, but then again you were busy chatting so maybe it had just slipped your mind.

“You’re familiar with the tradition right?”

Solomon holds your chin between two fingers, suddenly very close, his eyes studying your face questioningly. Somewhere in the background you can hear Mammon exploding and Asmo talking about romance but it’s all lost on you with Solomon’s lips hovering so close to your own.

You don’t trust your voice to answer him, but you do just about manage to nod. You catch the expression of triumph for a brief second before he kisses you. You expected something quick and chaste, but those expectations were swiftly dashed when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip. Any other day you know you’d have given in, but the clamour of voices behind you are a stark reminder of where you are and who your audience is so you press gently against his chest.

“Oi! Whaddya think you’re doin’ kissing my human like that?!”

“Oh hush Mammon, I think it’s very sweet.”

Embarrassed, you grab the tea and Solomon’s arm, practically dragging him out of the kitchen with Belphie’s eyes burning holes in your back.

“You did that on purpose!”

Solomon shrugged. “Perhaps I just saw an excuse to kiss that gorgeous face of yours and took it?”

“No one hangs mistletoe above a teapot! You did that to annoy them… wait, did you just call me gorgeous?”

“Perhaps. Now, shall we get back to studying?”

You were going to murder him one day. Maybe after another kiss though.

#my writing #headcanons #obey me #undateables #Diavolo #Barbatos #Simeon #Solomon #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #GN!reader #GN!MC #mistletoe kisses #halo.writes #halo.headcanons

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emmys-grimoire · 3 years

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Lesson 56 analysis + 57 predictions

I was right and wrong! Nothing unusual.

The Belphie-Diavolo arc continues and we go to meet up with Diavolo, only to discover it wasn't him who paged us, but his captor. We go to confront the captor who threatens us with a gun and Diavolo seems pretty carefree and oblivious about the man's true intent until he freaks out and attempts to shoot Belphie. MC can use their magic to protect him, but he informs us that bullet don't harm him anyway. A lightbulb seems to finally go off in Diavolo's head and he realizes what is happening, and he transforms and seems adamant about punishing the assailant. Belphie learns how much Diavolo cares about him and goes all tsundere-y throughout the rest of the lesson.

The big thing that happens is the Diavolo background bits and his confession + kiss. I anticipate there was much squeeing, but it was pretty standard confession fare. I have a harder time getting into it because we didn't really have any big bonding moment with him prior to him apparently falling for us.

But whatever. There are some interesting bits to comb through!

Raphael: Misunderstood?

We find out in the beginning of this lesson that Belphegor has a much higher opinion of Raphael than the rest of the brothers, that seems to have stemmed from Raphael once saving him when he got lost in the forest back in the Celestial Realm.

Up until this point, all associations with Raphael have been negative. This gives us some background on why he might be irritable and snide all the time, because Michael is also noted to be a sadist by Simeon, who enjoys making harsh demands of his underlings. He might be a hint resentful and taking it out on the brothers? That might be multiplied if Michael clearly goes easier on them due to favoritism in spite of all their troublemaking. I think that'd kind of make sense.

They like to put emphasis on how secretly malevolent the Seraphim are -- that they're duplicitously evil. Not sure how much they're actually trying to hide it, though? It sounds like Raphael was pretty upfront about how he felt about everything.

Diavolo's Flaws

We find out that Diavolo is actually aware of his penchant for using his royal status to get those around him to do what he wants. We also find out that his mother died giving birth to him, and his father was very strict in raising him. He was sheltered, and not allowed to speak with anyone outside of the castle.

Getting Tywin Lannister vibes. Diavolo isn't sure whether or not his father hates him for being responsible for his beloved wife's death.

In spite of being sheltered from the outside world, Diavolo still manages to meet Barbatos, which I think confirms that Barbatos was not always in their service. I was wrong that Barbatos's employment was connected to his father's machinations, though: it was Diavolo who twisted his arm into it, because Diavolo desperately wanted a friend and became enamored with the stories of the outside world that Barbatos told him.

Diavolo threatened to abdicate his throne if Barbatos didn't stay. Which is actually... kind of an asshole move? I imagine he refused for a reason, and Diavolo taking the throne was apparently very important to his father (and probably the Devildom as a whole if the succession would be muddled).

I don't think at this point Barbatos minds, but I wouldn't blame him if he initially did resent Diavolo.

Diavolo has demonstrated he has the ability to sense lies and he's a good judge of character, so him being unable to ascertain whether or not his father or Barbatos really likes him seems noteworthy. I think Barbatos is the best fake smiler among them, but he's been at Diavolo's side the longest.

He has a surprising amount of insecurities when it comes to his closest relationships, but I'm afraid a lot of it is his own fault: if he hadn't extorted Barbatos and instead Barbatos entered his service of his own free will, he probably wouldn't need to second guess the butler's intentions. Additionally, if he didn't demand Lucifer make a vow in exchange for his sister's life, there's a chance that maybe it'd be easier for Lucifer to open up and get closer to him like a friend naturally would.

And then maybe he wouldn't have spent most of season 2 worrying over how Lucifer may respond to bad news!

But he's growing out of it. Sort of. I'd be wary of him trying to strongarm MC into a decision they may not necessarily want to make, though, even now. Maybe especially now given his apparent attachment to them.

Barbatos scheming

Barbatos is being schemey!

I have a feeling this involves the information Luke relayed to him about a potential rift growing between Michael and Simeon. I would not be surprised if Barbatos has actually peered into the future and knows what Michael might be planning, and he's positioning himself to counter it.

I was hoping hard mode or the subnode would shed more light on what this conversation entailed, but nope, it was just more fluff. I doubt they were just discussing dinner, though.

Predictions

This lesson was more Diavolo-centric than I expected but that's hardly unwelcome. Like expected, it was a good fluffy lesson in spite of the, uh, grim background.

The brothers behaved for once and didn't intrude upon our bonding experience with Diavolo and Belphegor.

We didn't actually receive a star for this trial, which is... odd. Maybe we'll receive it in the beginning of the following lesson, or perhaps this romp wasn't a trial? It'd be the first one that wasn't. I'll be really surprised if they go for another twofer and don't give Lucifer his own special arc.

I was expecting to be rewarded our star and having the lesson end on a cliffhanger but it feels like the next lesson will be the beginning of the final arc. Outside of Barbatos's potential maneuvering, we weren't given any further information on what Michael may be planning.

If Season 2's format is any indicator, the next lesson is when everything suddenly hits the fan. I sense another sudden exposition dump on the horizon.

They did mention going to yet another space-themed park but that sounds like it'd be too... samey. Also not a place that sounds like it'd be Lucifer's cup of tea.

I'd be willing to bet Barbatos will play a part in the finale and by extension so will time travel (again), but other than that I got nothing. If Michael is aware of Barbatos's powers -- and he may very well be -- maybe he'll be the one who manages one hell of a Xanatos Gambit and try to turn it to his advantage. I'd be surprised if he wasn't similarly prepared, particularly if he's plotted and meddled with Devildom affairs in the past.

But I'm not even entirely sure what he really wants yet, and that drives everything.

The most straightforward motivation would be getting the brothers back, but he must know they would never willingly go back presently and we're not even entirely sure daddy would want them back. I theorized that he might be trying to get MC to turn the demon brothers back to their angel selves but there really hasn't been much progress shown in that regard.

I do expect our meddling in the flashbacks will have some unforeseen consequences which Michael alluded to, but I still don't know exactly what and I'm not entirely convinced that they will actually be to his benefit.

He might want to change the past, prevent whatever triggered Lucifer to start hating their father and/or stop him from meeting Diavolo and growing more and more doubtful about the Celestial Realm's intent... but he already had that opportunity when MC went back in time, and he would have to find a way to manipulate Barbatos into getting him to that specific point in time. If he's in league with Solomon, he could feasibly do that via the pact but...

Are we really betting on a villainous Michael-Solomon tag team? idk man

And Barbatos can just eliminate that timeline fork with a snap of his fingers, like he did before.

I guess I'm finding out along with you guys. Again!

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🌹100 Followers Special!✨

Oh my gosh! YAYAYAYAYAYAYAY! Thank you guys so much for my first 100( 133 at this time now) it means a lot and I’m glad you enjoy what I write! Originally I had a different prompt list planned but as I thought about it, it didn’t really fit into the ship that won very well! So we got the fluff alphabet instead!

I present to you~

Solomon x MC x Barbatos

Fluff alphabet edition!

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Mischief. You and Solomon will try new spells and potions or go out to town and prank random demons by adding something that will make them turn into a frog in their drink.

On Barb’s days off he’ll actually join you! He only let’s you two do simple things though, even if it’d be hilarious to see one of the great demon dukes turn into a worm and get eaten by a bird.

Barbs will take you two ice skating whenever he gets the chance to. He enjoys having an excuse to hold both your hands because Solomon can not skate to save his life-

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Solomon loves both you guys’ hands. He loves to hold them and see your faces when he kisses them. He also adores watching you use your hands to cook or cast spells, maybe help with potions. He finds it wonderful how your hands enact the intricate movements for spells.

Barbs loves your waist. No matter what size you are he adores being able to hold you by the waist and pull you close. He also loves to be able to run his hands along your sides, he enjoys feeling your shape in his hands. On Solomon though he loves the place where the pact mark ended up. He likes kissing around the mark whenever he gets the chance.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Separately, Barbs would have the most gentle touch and try to get you somewhere private to help calm you down, away from prying eyes. He’d do whatever he could, he’d offer to hold you if you’d want him to but if you prefer not to touched when you’re sad he will take you to the kitchen or garden, whichever you prefer but if you choose kitchen he is baking you something and letting you vent as he works.

Solomon alone would wrap you up in his cape thingy and keep you hidden from the world. He’d ask what’s wrong immediately and try to distract you if he felt that’s work better. He’d do a few tiny performance spells for you like maybe tiny fire works or zapping a demon in the butt.

Together though they are the best team. They’re taking you to somewhere more private and engulfing you in a group hug if you let them. You can cry your eyes out for however long you wish. If you don’t want to be touched then Barbs will go get you a water bottle for when you’re done crying or panicking while Solomon goes through breathing excersizes with you.

If it’s something less serious though and you’re just having a bad day, barbs will bring you a treat and a kiss before he has to go back to working and Solomon will snuggle you both up for cuddles.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Barbs has accidentally seen many realities for the future with you two and his only hope and plan is to make sure the ones where you break up don’t happen in your realm.

Solomon wants to get a small house in the human realm with you. He knows Barbatos can’t exactly leave his job and he also knows there may be people in the human realm who you want to see. If you’re okay only making weekly-monthly trips to the human realm though then he wants to have a house for all three of you in the DevilDom. Not a very big one, just enough room for the three of you. Totally not because he wants to horde you two away so he can just love you.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Solomon imitated dates and affection more. He’ll let you and Barbs plan whatever you want but he’ll be the one to mention that it’s been a while since you’ve gone on a date. He’ll also be the person who starts kissing Barbs before pulling you in for your own affection.

Barbs is more passive. He’s up for anything you two want to do but knows Solomon isn’t good at making plans so he’ll pick a date and help you plan what you three are going to do. Sometimes he gets in an extra affectionate mod though and will kiss your cheeks while he is working. He tries to remain professional in sowwy! However he ain’t gonna stop you if you or Solomon start kissing him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Barbs doesnt like to hold grudges especially when it comes to you two. He adores you both and already saw everything would turn out okay. This of course can sometimes lead to him forgetting he still has to make things up in the present though. He doesn’t like to fight, he prefers debate and will only tell you two his truth of the situation, trying to diffuse anything else bubbling up.

Solomon would need to be alone and be mad for a bit though. He doesn’t forgive and forget immediately and tries to calmly talk things out first. If he is getting too mad though he will start raising his voice and trying to leave so he can cool off without hurting someone.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Barbs is so grateful. He feels so lucky to have you both and will always give you kisses when one of you brings him food for lunch (even if it’s Solomon’s cooking) and please give this man a self care day- can we just- this guy is always stressed with the Peince’s antics and on his feet all day, if you and Solomon make him a self care day and pamper him right back he will actually cry a bit. He is fickle aware of everything his partners do for him.

Solomon is similar. He never lets something either of you do go unnoticed and always makes sure to return the kindness. Barbs made him food? He’ll make Barbs dessert! You’re helping him with a potion? He’ll make you a charmed necklace!

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Look Barbs kinda can’t share all the futures he sees with you two. He’ll tell you about past futures you could have landed in if you ask. But other than that he tells you two everything he can. He doesn’t like keeping secrets from either of you however some royal business matters he can’t share yet.

Solomon will tell you everything, if you ask about it. He doesn’t intentionally keep secrets, especially not about his past, but sometimes he forgets that you and Barbs don’t know all the stories of how he got all the pacts he has and will just causally mention one as if it’s nothing. Newer secrets though he doesn’t keep. If someone needs to tell him a secret they have to specify if they don’t want you and barbs knowing. He tells you two everything and if he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to share someone’s secret, he knows you two will keep it safe for him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Barbs takes more time off because of you two. Not a lot but a little more. He’ll always make sure he has time to spend with you two on big dates like anniversaries and holidays. Because of you two he’s also tried a lot more stuff than he ever thought he would, like human world candy.

Solomon sees more beauty in life because of you two. He didn’t want to die to begin with but because of you two he’s found even more reason to live. He loves being able to count you as a reason to coming home the next day.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Barbs gets jealous he can’t spend as much time with both of you as he wants. When it comes to others flirting with you though he can’t help but get a little protective. If it’s at one of Dia’s parties and he has to work he’ll kiss you and Solomon’s cheeks. Something subtle saying you’re both taken by one hell of a butler. If the other goes too far though and neither of you have dealt with them yet then he’ll take care of them himself.

Solomon isn’t jealous at all actually. He knows you’re hot. He knows Barbs is hot. And he knows you’re both loyal. He trusts you two. If he sees someone flirting with you though and notices you’re getting uncomfortable he’ll come and see if you want him to step in and swoop you away.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Barbs... look I just-... just kiss him. Just do it and see how perfectly his lips feel against your’s. Your first kiss with Barbs is gentle and full of care, he treats you and Solomon with all the love he treats his plants so of course that kiss is going to be sweet as a rose.

Solomon is a little more forward with his kisses. He’s a good kisser, kiss him and find out for yourself hehe, but your first kiss with him is more passionate, his hands pulling you closer to him and not letting go unless it’s to hold your hand.

Their first kiss with each other was months before they met you. They had been going on dates and Barbatos asked if he could kiss Solomon. It was honestly adorable. Barbs wasn’t shy he just didn’t want to make a Solomon uncomfortable. But when Solomon just kissed him instead of giving an answer, well hey Barbs wasn’t complaining!

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

They confess to you together. Of course. They invited you to their lunch date, Barbatos cooked and made everything look super cute, heart shaped cake! Solomon didn’t stop flirting with you and Barbatos COULDNT help but join him. They did directly tell you their feelings as well of course.

Barbatos confessed first. Solomon was visiting him, as a friend not a date, and tried to help Barbs cook. Barbs decided to best distract Solomon he’d have to confess his feelings. It worked. Solomon immediately asked Barbatos on a date and started planning it in his head, claiming he had to leave so he could make it perfect.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Barbatos is okay with anything. Marriage isn’t important to him, he could happily live his life as whatever you and Solomon want to be, even if it means eternally being fiancés. A Barbatos proposal would be in the garden. He’s have everything planned out perfectly for you two, flowers would be in bloom, no distractions, and romantic music playing while the scene happens under the closest thing they have to moonlight. It was amazing. Barbs as a husband is the literal best. He’ll take care of you and Solomon better than Dia. He makes sure you bothe eat, take your meds, drink water, get enough sunlight from the human world, he’s so caring.

Solomon would like to get married but it’s not required for him if you don’t want to. He’d propose with magic. He set up a light show for you and Barbs and finished with the proposal, also had note cards with how much he loved you two on them but got so embarrassed at the cheesy stuff on them that he left them out. You found them a week later and he tried to change the subject but when Barbs saw them he knew he was done for. Solomon as your hubby is fun! He always makes sure you’re mental health is doing good and takes you on adventures to get potion stuff with him. He’ll make you and Barbs little gifts, has been banned from the kitchen though.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Barbs calls you dear. “My dear you look stunning as always.” He calls Solomon sugar. No I will not take arguments. Solomon gets confused to be salty at first glance and too much of him can be a problem but we love him so it’s okay. Sugar.

Solomon calls you dove. You’re gorgeous and such a symbol of love to him. You also bring him peace of mind when you’re next to him so, dove! “Dove I’m going on an expidetion, come with me?” He calls Barbs darling. It started as a lady and the tramp joke, Jim dear and Darling, but it kind of just stuck. Barbs surprisingly likes it a lot.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Barbs realizes he is in love he is so discreet about it. The only person who immediately notices, is Diavolo. He smiles a genuine smile more and his stride is just more float like. He genuinely looks like he is enjoying the day. He expresses his love through words. He’ll say it and compliment you whenever he sees you. He’ll always ask Solomon about his spells and stuff. He just talks and pays attention as makes sure you know he adores both of you.

Solomon is descreat about his feelings to someone just passing by. If you’re someone he knows, he is openly telling them about how much he adores his boyfriend and partner. He likes to flirt with you two, especially when you’re doing tasks and Barbs is at work. He’s also big on physical touch, hands will always be held!

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Barbatos won’t initiate affection while he is on the clock. The most he’ll do is blow you two a kiss as he leaves or smile at you. Sometimes he’ll make a heart with his hands if he’s feeling extra sappy. When he isn’t on the clock though, he mostly just holds your hands. Cheek kisses whenever he wants though. He’ll be kind of shy to directly kiss you for too long in public but hey if you or Solomon want real kisses and not just pecks, he’ll never push you off. He’ll just happily reciprocate!

Solomon doesn’t care where he is, if he wants kisses then he wants kisses. He’s respectable about it when Barbs is working or a serious meeting is going on but that won’t stop him from holding your hand or linking your arms together. He enjoys holding you two close when he can.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

Barbatos is one hell of a butler. And he knows how to make you and Solomon feel special in all kinds of situations.

Solomon is entertaining. If you’re sad or need a distraction, he has the perfect flirty comment or small spell to take your mind off things.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Barbatos is the cliche one here. Flowers, chocolates or sweets if you like them, candles, love letters, mood lighting, the whole shibang. He also most definetly has a playlist of romantic songs he hears. He’ll do anything to make you smile. If he sees you over working yourself or Solomon hasn’t taken a break in foreve he gets you water and makes you stop for a minute or two to just enjoy a moment or relaxing. Will also happily give either of you a massage.

Solomon tries! He gets creative with light show spells and he has a list of you and Barbs’ favorite things! He’ll remember little things you mention but he also likes to make sure you two know it’s not from anyone else. He’ll always sign cards more over dramatically than required. Any “grand gesture” he makes is either way over the top or super quiet but DETAILED- THIS MAN PAYS ATTENTION TO DETAIL. And it’s- worth it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Barbatos will always support you two. He adores you and will help you achieve any goal you set. Solomon needs a spotter in case a spell goes awry? Got it. You just need a cheerleader to bring you food? He’s already making your favorite! He believes in both of you 100% but isn’t afraid to give you two a reality check when he deems it necessary. (When you two may be getting overwhelmed or there is a time crunch) if you’re stubborn about it though and not backing down then he’ll help get whatever it is done.

Solomon helps make schedules for when you or Barbs have a project of some sort due, he attempts cooking, he brings the energy drinks and wake up spells, if you’re going through something rough then he’s going with you. Barbs is having a tough time at work? Time to prepare the snuggle fort. You’ve been studying too much? He’ll quiz you then make you take a nap. Best cheerleader.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Barbatos requires some form of routine because of his work. He, unfortunately, can’t just wake up and say he is going to go to a movie that day. The rare times he does have a day off he makes sure there is a plan for the day. If you and Solomon planned a surprise, that’s fine he won’t ask you just need to tell him to keep the day free of plans. Within the relationship he doesn’t need to try new things but he always is up for whatever you want.

Spontaneous. He’ll plan when he needs to actually get work done but when he doesn’t, it could be a day of just doing nothing for hours before he decides he wants to surprise Barbs at work or you at HoL. He likes to try new things in the relationship, he is up to try almost anything but there are a few things he won’t do.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Barbatos knows you both like the back of his hand if you let him. He’s very observant and knows how to tell when you two aren’t happy and when you two are having the best days of your lives. He knows how to read you well but he isn’t very empathetic. He knows what to do when he sees a certain look on your face and he know exactly how to make both you and Solomon fee better. He’ll listen and tell you what he thinks you need to hear.

Solomon is the empathetic one. He doesn’t recognize when you or Barbs are sad by looking at you, he knows by talking to you. He’s able to hear it in your tone or how you two are speaking. When you vent to him he knows exactly what to say to make you feel better and cries with you. But he knows exactly how to make you and Barbs feel better in every situation.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You and Solomon mean everything to Barbatos. He doesn’t have to be anyone special or any kind of butler for you two, he can just be himself and not be afraid to ask for something he wants. He has to admit that sometimes he needs to put work first and he feels incredibly bad about it. However if it’s an emergency he doesn’t hesitate to tell Diavolo he has to leave and rushes to you two as fast as he can.

Solomon adores your two. He puts his relationship with you two first more often than he puts most other things. He doesn’t let it distract from his goals and dreams but you two become a part of that dream that he isn’t willing to compromise.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Barbatos secretly loves being in the middle of you and Solomon. He love being held by you to Solomon behind him and then having one of you in his arms or be snuggled in your chest. He’s warm and relaxed and safe.

Solomon takes you two ice skating on a date once. If you don’t know how he will very happily teach you because he was also the one to teach Barbatos how much fun ice skating is.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He isn’t big on PDA. If you come up and kiss him he will happily kiss back and if you initiate affection then he isn’t going to push you away, unless he is in the middle of cooking at work and Solomon is trying to steal him away. In private he will always reciprocate affection but at first has a hard time initiating it in fear you don’t want him to be affectionate. He does love to snuggle though.

Solomon just wants to constantly hold hands or have an arm around you both. He loves getting kisses from you and Barbs and loves holding the two of you in his arms even more. Sometimes if you’re busy and Barbs is cooking he will help one of you with whatever task you’re trying to complete just so he can have your attention faster.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

When Barbs is missing you he is slightly extra affectionate towards Solomon. When he is missing Solomon he is slightly more affectionate towards you. When he misses both of you? He’s too busy trying to distract his mind with his work and the task at hand. He will also remind himself that it won’t be long until he sees the two of you so it’s going to be okay. If he isn’t able to see you two for a few days then he just tries to focus on his work even more.

Solomon doesn’t like to miss you. When he misses either of you he just goes to see you. If he is busy or trying to focus on something that needs to get done he’ll get as much of it done as he can before he needs to at least call you. He’ll call you if you’re not in class and just start up a conversation about anything, listening to your voice as he finishes what he was working on before. If Barbatos is at work he will send him something flirty or funny, something he knows will get a reaction out of Barbs even if he doesn’t text back.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Barbatos aims to please. If you or Solomon want to do something or see something or try something or just want something, he does his best to make it happen. If there is a problem or a fight he is usually the one to diffuse the situation and make things better. There have been rare times where he has gotten overwhelmed and just didn’t know what to do and then he just tries to get everyone apart to cool off and collect themselves. However sometimes Solomon wants to take the mischief a little too far and Barbs has to real you two back in.

Solomon adores both you and Barbs so he does what he can. If an argument breaks out he does his best to remain calm and try to just talk instead of yelling. He tries to make you both feel special and makes sure you both know how much he cares but he stays firm on his boundaries. He knows how far he is and isn’t willing to go on certain things and you’re going to need to be persuasive if you want to change his mind. While his boundaries aren’t loose, they are open so if you suggest something he’s probably going to be fine with it.

Oh my goodness, thank you guys so much and I’m thrilled you enjoy what I write! I hope you liked this, sorry if Solomon sees a little too high energy it was a challenge writing him but I think I’m gettin gn better at it! Have an amazing unbirthday everyone and I hope you sleep well!

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