#anyway. lucifer stares at them because they look so different and even panicking and just dragged out of bed they are so pretty and he’s

[quietwingsinthesky]

human!au raphael getting an intervention from lucifer and gabriel except it’s not an intervention, it’s a kidnapping to take them on a roadtrip vacation, and they manage to get raphael out of their bed and down the hall before they break gabriel’s nose, and lucifer (<- this was entirely his idea and he thought it was a great one) starts trying to explain what’s happening before they kick him down to the floor too, because who the fuck is that guy, they don’t know him, they don’t recognize his face or his voice since lucifer transitioned after their dad kicked him out of the house and cut contact.

and then that’s when michael shows up at the other end of the hall holding A Fucking Sword that he grabbed off the wall because their house is filled with weirdass shit, flips on the light switch to find gabriel bleeding all over his hands and the floor, lucifer flat on his back still trying to tell raphael who he is, and raphael having a panic attack because THEY WERE BEING KIDNAPPED. by their brothers. BUT STILL.

family reunion <3 (<- adam is also there. he was not supposed to be. michael snuck him in through the window because raphael doesn’t like him.)

[fangirls-fanfiction]

The Next Chapter is finally here! Sorry it’s taken so long, I literally could not think of a title and I procrastinated with posting it on here because I have to edit it all over again when I write it on tumblr 😅

Anyways, enjoy!

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Chapter 13

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♦️𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙰 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝?♠️

The Devil blinked awake after one of the best sleeps she had had in a long time. Though in slightly different positions, both her and Queen Dice were still cuddling and hugging as they were the night before.

She never expected Dice to stay. She thought for sure that she'd leave halfway through the night. Even so, she was glad she stayed. Dice proved once again that she knew just what to do in a situation. She always knew what to do. That's what Lucifer loved about her. That and her smile. And those shimmering green eyes. She could stare into those eyes for hours and never get tired of them.

Shifting to a slightly more comfortable position, the Devil sat up so she could get a better look at Dice. Even sleeping, the woman looked perfect. Even with her face free of any makeup and her hair messy as all Hell, she was flawless. The Devil wanted to kiss every spot on that beautiful face of hers.

But not until she woke up, she needed Dice's permission.

Still sound asleep, Queen Dice snored softly, Old scratch still admiring the beautiful woman. It was still difficult for her to grasp how she managed to score such a gorgeous girlfriend like Queen Dice. One with a lot of wit and certainly one of the main reasons why her Casino was still up and running. It was the woman's idea after all.

Lying down once again, she tucked her head gently in the crook of Dice's neck, listening to her even breathing and slow heart beat. The serine sounds could have put her to sleep once more, had there not been a knock at the door.

The Devil sat up quickly, Queen Dice groggily sitting up as well. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, yawning, as she doesn't usually wake up so early.

"Boss? Are you awake? I brought you breakfast." Henchwoman called through the door, knocking again.

The purple imp knew the Devil's schedule all too well. Even when the demon woke up, to when she went to bed that night. It was almost impressive, definitely appreciated, and a little annoying.

"Boss?" Henchwoman asked again.

Panicking, the Devil looked to Dice, the woman still trying to wake up and function properly.

"Sorry, dear." The Devil whispered, throwing the covers over Dice.

The action surprised Dice, throwing her down. She said a few things, muffled by her groggy and hoarse voice from just waking up, and the covers.

"Shhh!" The Devil hissed before turning to the door. "Yes, come in, Henchwoman."

After the door creaked open, Henchwoman brought the Devil's breakfast to her along with her morning coffee. Henchwoman smiled thoughtfully upon seeing her Boss so excited for her breakfast. For Hellfire's sake, the demon was already digging into her pancakes before Henchwoman had sat the plate down on the bed. Setting her morning coffee on the nightstand, Henchwoman kept her warm smile as she waited further instructions.

Though the Devil seemed to be... Distracted. She ate her breakfast so fast, Henchwoman wasn't sure if the demon had even tasted it. She must've been very hungry, Henchwoman thought.

"Thank you, Henchwoman." Old Scratch finished off her breakfast, shooing Henchwoman away.

"Uhm... Boss? You don't want any updates on the souls in the underworld?"

"You can tell me later."

"Nothing about the Casino's success?"

"That too."

"You ain't even gonna ask me how I am...?" The volume of Henchwoman's voice went low, just enough for the Devil's sharp ears to catch it.

"How are you, Henchwoman?" The Devil smiled warmly, though the tone of her voice only seemed to be pacifying the purple imp.

"Fine..." Henchwoman mumbled, her gaze falling to the floor as her spirits dampened.

"Good! Great!" The Devil shooed her away again. "Why don't you go see if Stickler needs help with anything."

"Sure thing, Boss." Henchwoman forced the smallest smile in a lifetime and walked off, shutting the door behind her.

Once she was gone, Queen Dice sat up from under the covers and smacked the Devil on the back of her head.

"YOUCH!! What did I do?!" Lucifer rubbed the back of her head.

"That was for being rude and uncaring to Henchwoman." Queen Dice snapped before giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek. "And that's for keeping your secret." She smacked the Devil's face. "And that's for not saving any of your breakfast for me."

"Will you stop hitting me?" The Devil massaged her cheek where Dice smacked her.

"Sorry, Dee, but I had to teach you a lesson. Why're you so afraid of Henchwoman finding out anyway?" Dice crossed her arms.

"Because..." Devil sighed. "I... Appreciate... And... I care for Henchwoman... But the dear girl don't know how to keep her mouth shut. Especially around Stickler- And you and I both know that Stickler will tell everyone."

"You don't trust her?"

Those words stung. Of course Devil trusted Henchwoman. Hell, she'd been the only one there for the Devil most of her miserable existence. She'd done nothing but support her and try to keep the Devil happy, even at her worst. Sure, Devil may have been too hard on her at times when she'd screw up. Maybe she should give her another chance.

"Fine, I'll talk to her."

Queen Dice placed a hand at the side of the Devil's face, turning her head towards her. Without warning, she kissed the demon on the lips.

"And that's for agreeing with me."

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Henchwoman sadly made her way back to the kitchen, but not before she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Turning around, she was surprised to see her Boss trying to catch up with her. She found it peculiar that Old Scratch didn't just use her trident. Though she didn't bring it up, as that would just make the Boss angry with her.

"Henchwoman," The Devil came to a stop, brushing her clothes off and fixing her hair. "First of all, I'm..." Her voice drifted off as she fumbled with her words.

"You're...?" Henchwoman creased her eyebrows.

"It's hard for me to say..." Something seemed to be stopping her from what she wanted to say. "I'm sorry."

"Ok..." Henchwoman decided it'd be best not to frustrate her Boss even more, even if a part of her wanted a wholehearted apology.

"And second of all... Can we go to my office? I'd like to speak in private, if you don't mind."

"D'uh... Sure."

After dropping off the food cart and heading upstairs to her office, Henchwoman was a little less than excited. Whenever the Boss wanted to talk to her in private, it was never a good sign. It usually meant either she or someone else was doing something wrong and the Devil wanted it fixed right away. The problem was, Henchwoman never knew what it was until her Boss noticed it and approached her about it. Getting scolded by the Devil was never an easy task. Though judging by her calm demeanor, this might not be as bad as Henchwoman would think. But she'd learn from years of experience to always be on your toes when dealing with the Devil and her rage.

Once getting to the Casino floor, the Devil lead the way to her office, not uttering a word until the door was clicked shut and locked.

"Now, Henchwoman, what I'm about to tell you does not leave this room. Understand?" Old Scratch said sternly.

"Ok."

"Swear to me that you won't tell anyone."

"I won't."

"SWEAR IT."

"Ok! Ok! I swear I won't tell nobody!"

"Good."

The Devil heaved in a long sigh, closing her eyes as she prepared for what she was about to say. All the while Henchwoman was dreading to hear what her Boss had to say, but was also curious and a bit concerned. Usually when the Devil wanted to speak with her alone, it was a complaint. And she was a lot more brash and short with Henchwoman. Now, she just seemed... Nervous about something.

"Henchwoman... This has been going on for a few days now... And I... I need to address it..."

Oh dear.

"I haven't told you because... Well, multiple reasons, but we'll get into that..."

Here it comes.

"But... Queen Dice and I... We... We're dating..."

Oh.

OH-

"You're... You're what?"

"Dating. Queen Dice and I are dating."

"O— Oh..." Henchwoman's gaze fell to the floor slowly as she seemed to wrap her head around the situation. "Ok... That’s… That’s great!…”

"Henchie? Are you ok?"

Henchwoman's purple eyes shot back up as she smiled widely nodding. It was a pained smile. One forced and agonizing. Though she said nothing more, only keeping the smile on for her Boss.

The Devil knew something was wrong, but she didn't quite know how to describe it. She hadn't the slightest clue why Henchwoman would need to force her smile. Perhaps ahead was angry; the Devil had promised that she would never fall for a mortal again. And once again she broke that promise.

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't just ask what was wrong with her companion. It didn't feel right, and even if she did, Henchwoman was so quick to please her that she'd lie on a whim. So she decided to pretend that she hadn't noticed;

"I'm sorry I hadn't told you before... We're trying to keep it a secret... Not that... That I don't trust you it's just..." Lucifer cleared her throat, averting her gaze.

"It's fine Boss, I understand." The imp answered.

"So... You won't mind keeping the secret?"

"Not at all."

"Fantastic! Thank you, Henchwoman!" The Devil sighed. "I'm so glad to get that off my chest... You may return to your duties now, Henchwoman." She waved her off soon enough.

"Right..." Henchwoman turned to go out the door, stopping short before she opened the door. "Hey... Boss?" She turned to face her.

"Henchwoman? Is something wrong?"

"No... No... I was just... Nevermind."

Henchwoman opened the door and quickly exited her Boss' office, clicking the door shut.

Sighing, the Devil turned to her unfinished and barely worked on pile of unsigned contracts. The pile only grew taller and taller every day, she really should get to working on them soon. Soon...

Very soon.

But not right now.

Standing from her seat, Lucifer headed out the door, off to the kitchen to get a morning coffee and see her girlfriend.

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"Do you think they'll care if we sneak out to make some breakfast?" Cuphead asked, opening the door ajar and looking around to see if the coast was clear.

"I'm sure they won't, the Devil didn't seem to mind yesterday." Mugma'am stuck her head out above her sister's.

After checking to see if they were safe to go, the two of them went off to the kitchen down in Hell to get a quick bite to eat. After that, who knows what. There wasn't much to do in Hell; the deck of cards Dice had given them got boring really fast. Other than that, they didn't know what else to do with their time.

Almost arriving to the kitchen, they heard an extra set of footsteps, making them freeze in place. Though, they soon found it was just Henchwoman.

"Good morning, Henchwoman." Mugma'am offered a smile to the friwnung demon.

"Hey." Henchwoman only seemed to be able to muster so much as a little smile before her frown returned.

"Why're you so down?" Cuphead asked.

"It's... Nothin... Really it's nothin..." Nothing seemed to lift her spirits, she only continued on her way.

"It don't seem like nothin." Cuphead muttered to her sister, Mugma'am shrugging.

Upon coming to the kitchen, the two of them found the Devil and Queen Dice making coffee. Well, Dice was, the Devil was just talking. No doubt she didn't know how to work the coffee maker.

"I know it's a lot, but that's the price to pay for being a business woman." Dice continued their conversation. "But hey, at least you've got an awesome girlfriend to kiss afterwards."

"You're right, you are pretty cool." The Devil winked.

"I know." Queen Dice sat the Devil's '#1 Boss' mug next to her on the table as she walked off with her own. "I'm off to prepare the Casino for the day, I'll see you later." She winked to her Boss. "G'mornin girls." She walked past the sisters in the doorway.

"Morning." The Devil spoke to them as well, a little less enthusiastic than Queen Dice.

"Good Morning Mrs. Devil." Mugma'am sat at an adjacent chair to the demon.

"Hey Devil, is there anything fun to do here in the Underworld?" Cuphead asked.

"What do you mean? Is that deck of cards Dice gave you not good enough for you?"

"There's only so many things to do with a deck of cards before they get boring."

"Fair enough." The Devil sighed. "But unfortunately, unless you want to work, torture souls or go to business meetings; not really." She rolled her ember eyes. "I for one, however, have many hobbies; painting, singing, gambling, torturing, sleeping, collecting assortments of shiny objects— You know."

"Uggggh! Why is it so boring down here?!" Cuphead groaned, stitching down in a third chair.

"Hey! I'm not boring! I'll have you know painting is relaxing, but not boring!" The demon's eye caught the clock on the wall above the door. "Looks like that time again. Well, I need to get to my meeting and then do my duties in the underworld." She stood up with her coffee. "I'm summoning a Hellhound today." She winked.

"Woah, a Hellhound?! Can we come?!" Cuphead asked excitedly.

The Devil stared for a moment, actually seeming to give it some thought. Pursing her lips, she stared between the two girls, giving her their very best puppy eyes.

"No. I don't think so."

Cuphead groaned loudly again as the Devil went off to leave the room, her ear twitching as she heard Cuphead's protest.

"You can either find something to do, or I can assign you a job in my Casino." The Devil spoke sternly.

"Woah, really?! What kind of jobs?! Would we be scamming off rich people like Dice does?" Cuphead jumped in her seat.

"Well, you're both seventeen; not old enough to work behind the bar or work a card table. So...; Cleaning duty." The demon smirked.

Both of the girls grimaced and looked at one another as the Devil laughed loudly.

"That's what I thought." She walked back through the door. "Why don't you two go outside or something? It's not like you're prisoners or anything." She mumbled, shaking her head as she continued.

"Hey, she's right, y'know. Sure, we're staying in Hell, but we're not prisoners." Mugma'am said. "Why don't we just go out and do what we usually do?"

"I guess I just never thought of that... But yeah! We totally could!"

"Just stay clear of anyone who looks like they might be from the orphanage. Especially that lady that owns the orphanage."

"Right."

"Right."

[astaroth1357]

Brothers React to the MC Looking at Them Lovingly

This is a personal experiment. This is the very first time I've written one of these with a goal in mind, "Make them fall in love all over again." It's a tall order. I hope I succeeded. 🙏 Special thanks to @a-chaotic-dumbass for picking the mood for this one!

Intro:

We all know that look. The one where one person stares at another like they just realized they're the only thing in the universe and they're in fucking awe of it. The kind of look that tells you they're utterly enthralled by that other person and just can't get enough of their presence. That look. Yeah, the brothers just got that look out of the MC.

Let's warm some cold hearts, everybody.

Lucifer

Lucifer was always beautiful. Always has been, as an angel or a demon.

A morning star is one that outshines all the rest. It stands out when the other stars have dimmed, holding onto its luster in defiance of the sun. 

There couldn't be a truer title for Lucifer to have. Not the horrors of war nor the fires of Hell could tarnish his radiance in any way…

But there were moments, like right then, where the MC caught a glimpse of a different sort of Lucifer.

His brothers would often only see the uptight Lucifer, the practiced visage of perfection that he tried so hard to keep up… 

But after a long day, when he thinks he's alone, he retires to his room to listen to his music and the difference is astonishing.

There's something so entrancingly calm about him… How the light of the fireplace flickers and dances across his alabaster skin to the subtle slouch of his posture. His face no longer marred by creases of stress and frustration… 

And his expression is so pure… So tranquil and at peace… Beauty without effort. A shine that can't be ignored. A morning star, in the truest sense of the word…

It took awhile for Lucifer to see the MC leaning against his doorframe.

They were staring at him with the oddest look… Smiling like they were enraptured by something, but he didn't have a clue why. He was just sitting there…

So, naturally, he turned to suspicion.

"Am I really that amusing…?"

Frankly, he wasn’t prepared for the little laugh they let out in response.

"Mm? No, no... I'm just always so amazed by you, is all. I'll leave you to your music..."

Having thoroughly ruined the mood, the MC then turned to leave. But Lucifer was already upon them before they could step away, wrapping his arms around their waist and letting contented hum escape his chest.

"Going so soon…?"

Apparently he appreciated the compliment.

Mammon

He didn't have to do it.

When Belphie bumped into one of the House's vases, shattering it against the tile, he didn’t have to take the fall for it.

It wasn’t connected to him at all. He could have stayed quiet and no one would have pointed a finger at him for once.

But he did.

When Mammon set his phone down on the table, MC knew instantly that he had lied in the chat.

He was with them the entire day, he didn't have the time to accidentally break a vase. He hadn't even gone down that hallway all day...

But he said something anyway.

And he didn't even look fazed. He didn't turn towards them seeking approval nor did he look irritated that Belphie didn't speak up. He didn't curse at himself for doing something so self-sacrificing either...

When Mammon leaned back into the cushion of his couch, the MC saw something truly remarkable on his face… A smile. A small one, sure, but relaxed… 

Assured in his own actions. Confident in his choice and accepting the consequences… undeserved, and likely thankless, they may be.

A genuine, serene smile…

Mammon wasn't sure what he expected to see when he turned to the MC. Probably confusion or disbelief that he, the Great Mammon, could be so selfless.

Definitely not the awed, lovestruck look he got...

"G-gah!" He panicked slightly and pressed himself back against the armrest of the couch in shock. "Wh-... What'cha lookin at me like that for??"

When the MC didn't answer after a few seconds and just kept staring, he honestly didn't know what to do. Were they broken or something??

"Oi, MC! I asked ya wh-Hey wait a minute!!"

He made a noise between a yelp and a shout when the MC leapt forward and latched their arms onto him. What had gotten into them??

"U-uh… MC? MC?? Damnit MC, answer me already!! Or at least stop squeezin so tight!!... MC!!!"

Leviathan 

To anyone else, it was just Levi being Levi.

He had finished a new episode of his latest animated obsession and he had to share it with someone. Anyone would do, but the MC was always willing to lend an ear.

Something about Levi really changes when he talks about his passions… It's like he comes alive in a whole new way.

He speaks at a mile-a-minute, but that's because he's so excited the words fly from his mouth. 

Some part of him is always bouncing, be it his leg or body. Sometimes even his tail will swish and curl behind him like an ecstatic puppy. And his eyes… 

Citrine pools that glimmer and dilate from the exhilaration of it all. It's his little world and anyone can see he's thrilled to be sharing it. 

You'd never know he was shy. You'd never think he'd look down himself. You'd never guess that he hid himself away… Why would someone so full of passion and life ever want to? Some things are just too beautiful to keep hidden...

Levi had only gotten six minutes into his latest rant before he finally registered how the MC was staring at him…

This man has seen enough shoujo to know what that look means and it shut him up sooo quick. If anyone else were in the room they would have seen a beet-red Levi desperately trying to hide his face.

"M-MC…! S-top staring at me like that…!!"

"Like what~?" 

He didn't have to look at them to hear the teasing lilt in their voice.

"MC…" He peeked out from behind his fingers to see them still staring and covered himself up more vigorously. "Stoooop…!!!"

But secretly? He wished they'd never stop. His cheeks may have been red from embarrassment, but his heart was trying to hammer its way out of his chest to hug them itself. Hell, he'd have happily given it over to them if they'd asked…

Please just let those loving eyes be for him and him alone...

Satan

Soft isn't exactly a word anybody would use to describe Satan, least of all himself.

His anger was quick to spark, his strength was nothing to scoff at, and even his smiles were nothing but plastic for nearly all of his existence…

Nearly.

The MC learned surprisingly quick that there was one thing that could bypass all of the hidden ferocity to Satan's personality. Something that could make him melt like butter in the summer sun…

Satan had always looked a little cute when he was reading. He was easily at his most expressive when engrossed in a thrilling story or deeply intrigued by something he found between the pages of a book…

But watching Satan read about cats, as he was right then, was really something else entirely.

Maybe it was the way his emerald eyes would sparkle or the lopsided grin he just couldn't hide as he would scan the pages about the playful habits of Bengals or the relaxed nature of Ragdolls…

Maybe it was the sheer impassioned dedication he took the subject, pouring countless hours into collecting and memorizing every fact he could from their diets to coat maintenance.

Or maybe it was the sheer fact that anytime he saw a picture of kitty in-print he looked like a besotted schoolgirl drawing hearts around her crush in a teen magazine.

Really, who's to say? But to the MC, it was proof that under all that anger, there was a tender, loving center even for the smallest, softest creatures…

Satan automatically snapped his book closed when he saw MC watching him from behind a bookshelves. Caught red-handed…

He knows exactly how he looks when he's doing his research internally squealing over cat pictures so he tries to do so in private...

He was about to sputter out a defensive explanation but then he registered their face…

He'd seen that look described in stories, romance novels mostly, but he'd rarely seen it in action… and never once leveled at him with such intensity…

Not to be cliche, but frankly his heart skipped a beat.

Satan forgot about his book briefly and got up to close the distance between them, tilting their chin up to keep their eyes on him.

"Like something that you see, Kitten?"

"You could say that…"

He laughed at their attempt to play coy, but let it slide just this once… Easy to do with them looking at him so amorously.

Asmodeus 

Asmo is a very popular demon. Someone so free ought to know quite a lot of people, after all.

And, of course, he had plenty of fans. He made DevilTube videos, hosted radio shows, fashion designed, and even modeled.

So it wasn't very surprising when a young demoness stopped him while he and the MC were out shopping. It wasn’t the first time he had been asked to sign autographs, but this meeting… it was different.

It was clear to them both that this girl was shy. Though she held out the paper, her eyes stayed firmly on the ground and she stumbled on her question… She likely a fan from afar, but everything about her seemed meek… unassuming.

Most people would have just gave the autograph then went on with their day. The interaction could have taken five seconds at most… but not Asmo.

He asked her name… where she was from, how she was feeling, her favorite foods, outfits, makeup, you name it. All with investment.

It was amazing to watch the shy young woman slowly open up, getting more bright and cheerful with each passing question until it evolved into a healthy conversation.

When their little meeting finally wrapped up, he gave her back the paper (now signed) but also fished out a bottle of perfume from among the mountains of bags he was carrying. He gave it to her and wouldn't hear anything to the contrary, he could always buy another.

None of his brothers ever gave Asmo enough credit for his giving nature… even if he had his own way of going about it. Though he cared so much about image and his ability to shine, he never hesitated to make sure that the people around him shined too...

Asmo waved to the fan as she scampered away and was about to  apologize to the MC when he saw their face…

The man knows this look well. He's seen it a billion times, though it was particularly cute coming from them.

"Awww MC! Taken by my beauty are you~?"

He was about ready to kiss their cheek when they responded.

"No, not your looks, Asmo… with you."

… Oh.

It was very rare to see Asmo speechless, but for a few seconds his mind seemed to take in their words… letting them fully sink in before his heart utterly melting.

Oh MC… His sweet MC!!

Asmo ended up dropping the rest of his bags just so he could properly litter his human in nuzzles and kisses, the both of them humming and giggling in delight despite their shameless PDA.

Of course it would be his MC to see that part in himself… Who else would take the time?

Beelzebub 

Food is a precious resource to Beel. For him, it's a lifeline. A good meal could save him from the brink of starvation…

But that still doesn't make him incapable of sharing from time to time.

He and the MC were walking back to the House after getting takeout from Hell's Kitchen. Beel hadn't even waited until they left the restaurant to start eating his share, spilling the smell of fresh food into the air around them…

Things were going fine on their route back until they heard whimpering behind them…

A hellhound puppy, not quite old enough to bear its fangs, seemingly followed them as they were walking… It looked like it had been out for some time and eyed their food with hungry eyes, but weak posture. Who knows when it last had a meal?

The MC was about to tug at Beel's sleeve and say something, but their demon was ahead of them this time.

A casual observer might have gawked at the sight of Gluttony kneeling down to offer such a lowly creature a sandwich. But the MC knew better. When you spend your whole life hungry, nobody more than you understands that kind of pain in someone else. 

This reaction wasn't out of character for Beel, it was elementary.

And when the puppy finished its meal and covered Beel's cheeks with appreciative licks, he just laughed and scratched behind its ears. Amethyst eyes looking more relieved at its health than disappointed he lost some of his lunch...

Food was Beel's lifeline, but kindness is what made him who he was…

When the pup finally scampered off, Beel looked over at the MC to tell them it'd be alright and saw their face…

He wasn't really sure what they were staring at… Did he have something between his teeth again?

"MC? Are you okay...?"

They laughed at him for some reason but pulled him in for a hug so they must have meant well.

"You're so sweet, Beel…"

Beel's never one to refuse a compliment so he just hugged them back, beaming.

"Thank you, MC…"

Belphegor 

To say that Belphegor tended to be on the melancholic side would be an understatement… It wasn’t that he was incapable of expressing joy, it was just harder for him to do than most. Not helped, of course, by his tendency to keep his true feelings vague and hard to pinpoint.

But on those rare occasions where he was overjoyed… Belphie could really be something special…

The MC and Belphie were attending one of Beel's games and it was a tight one… Both teams had spent most of it tied and Beel's team was running out of time to overtake that slim margin.

Belphie had always been a supporter of his twin's athletics, but this time it was tense even for him. He kept on the edge of his seat and didn't even nod off during the breaks like he normally would… The MC could just tell how nervous he was for Beel…

But right as the time was about to run out, Beel made a last minute score and sure, the whole field erupted, but Belphie? Belphie hollered.

The normally sleepy and mellow demon was on his feet in an instant and practically shredding his vocal chords in excitement. If his tail had been out, it would have been beating against the bleachers like a war-drum. And his expression?

Belphie's smile is said to stop hearts for a reason. When he puts his all into a grin it's almost like he ascends to Heaven once more, as pure as an angel's choir and as warm as a summer's breeze… Nothing in his eyes but pride and adoration for his beloved twin brother.

Truly, a heartwarming sight to behold…

Belphie didn't calm down until the rest of the crowd settled and was about to point out Beel's skill to the MC when he noticed their face.

… oh no… Why do they look so sappy…?

"You really love your brother, don't you?"

Belphie quickly hid his thoughts behind an irritated frown and plopped back down in his seat… but that didn't shield them from seeing his pink cheeks.

"Of course I do. What kind of question is that?"

He debated just joining Beel on the field to hide his embarrassment when he heard them snicker back.

"Yeah, you're right… Don't mind me."

Oh he minded. He minded a lot that he let his carefully veiled image slip like that. But thinking back to that smile on their face…?

Maybe being a little open wasn't so bad after all...

[arcadejohn127-9]

Can we get the brothers and undatables being at one of Diavolos parties and a nobles starts telling MC that The brothers and undatables don’t really care about them. They start telling them that they are just Diavolos pawn and Lilliths replacement. BTW I love your writing it’s honestly some of my favorite pieces in the fandom.

Some of-of your f-favourite pieces in the fandom??!! Um Chile anyways- OMG!! Y'all are too sweet to me!!! Thank you so much!

I'm not going to lie, I got shocked when I saw another requested this as I just finished writing section for this ask but my brain is dumb and really focused on one sentence and read it utterly wrong

Part 2 - ending

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"ah, so you're the human I've been hearing so much about."

You turned around to see a Noble, you bowed at him with a smile.

"oh- hello, who are you? If the human you've been hearing about is (Y/N) then Yep! That's me!"

"splendid! I'm so glad I finally get to meet you, I've heard so much from Diavolo and news sources, you wouldn't mind humouring me for a dance and talk?"

"it'll be my honour." You took his arm, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

You could feel the brothers eyes on you, watching closely to how you rested your hands on the demons shoulder. All of them slowly stalking as you two danced.

"what is it like being a human in the Devildom?"

"scary...at first but now I feel like it's my home! I really can't imagine being anywhere else."

"free housings, connections to the most powerful beings in this realm and outside, pacts with the the 7 brothers and having them do anything you desire."

"I mean- I guess? It's nothing like that or that I'm using them, it's a long story - I love them all very much."

"you may not be using them but they're definitely using you, we're demons after all and there is nothing more precious to us than a soul likes yours."

You were suddenly pulled through the crowd, his dancing becoming quicker and sharp as if sensing the brothers watching him.

"don't you realize you're just the princes pawn? A small piece of a puzzle of his 'plans' - do you really think a demon of his importance would really care about bringing peace?! It's all but a ruse and you're just helping him fulfil it."

"that's not true! Diavolo is a kind and thoughtful man, he wants peace and I will be a stepping stone for that to happen - after all I am a link to all three realms."

"human with demon pacts and ancestral connections to both the brothers and angels - how is it being the ancestor to Lilith? I heard she was a real doll but such a shame she risked it all for some moral, have they ever compared you two?"

"how do you know about my ancestor? They've- never properly made a comparison and I'm sure they mean it in an affectionate way-!"

"don't you ever feel like a replacement? I heard since the discovery they've treated you even better, that can't be a coincidence."

Your blood went cold as your heart collapsed into your stomach. Your eyes glancing to the brothers In the distance. You knew he wasn't right but apart of you was scared. After all, he knew so much that you didn't think anyone outside of your social circle would know. How did he know all this?

"we went through something really traumatic together, it was bound to make us closer-"

"just admit it, you know you're being use but you just won't accept it because you're scared of facing and truth and being left - is there something unpleasant waiting for you in the human world? Is that why you're so willing to be preyed upon?"

"it's not like that..."

He suddenly dipped you, you clutched to his shoulder as tears glazed your eyes.

"isn't it? Can you confidently say it isn't?"

"yes.." your voice came out shaky and distant, you wanted to be confident but you couldn't.

"they don't care about you, all they want is to use you, make it easier on yourself and leave, run as fast as you can and never come back to the devildom."

Lucifer:

He was the first to reach you after your dance with the Noble

He twirled you so you would face him

"what did he say to you? You're crying."

"it's nothing..."

He opened his mouth to press on but he saw you grit your teeth

Glaring at the dance floor as you two stepped to the music

"If he threatened you then I'll handle him, it's no issue for me to do so."

You just shook your head

"stop being so overprotective, I know you don't actually like having to look after me, just stop forcing yourself."

"That's not true, I look after you because I care about you, it's become more than a duty."

You just clicked your tongue, pushing yourself away from him, disappearing into the crowd

Mammon:

Mammon held your hand, hugging you from behind as you two swayed

"You don't look too happy, are you overwhelmed?"

"I am now that you're here."

Which wasn't a lie, you felt so conflicted and betrayed, having him around just made you want to cry

He frowned, spinning you around

"oi, what's that all about? If I did something you gotta be honest with me,I swear I didn't steal nothing."

"I'd prefer it if you did, then being mad at you wouldn't feel so horrible."

He raised a brow

He was completely confused on why you were acting like this

"Was it that noble guy? Did he say something to you? I swear when I find him-"

You shook your head, moving away from him

"You're not going to do anything, you're a coward - just stop pestering me."

You felt awful but you didn't do anything to fix it, just running away from the shocked demon

Levithan:

"You here to take a break? Join you, I will."

He pointed to the empty spot smiling at himself for his Yoda voice

You wanted to feel bad but right now you were extremely upset

"Yeah, I do, I don't want to be around anyone right now."

"I get that but Lucifer said someone's has to be with you but I don't blame you for not wanting me to do it-"

You snarled

"can you not make this about you?! I just don't wanna deal with anymore demons!"

You shuffled closer into yourself, eyes subconsciously finding the noble you talked to

Levi followed your gaze, his Insecure angst turning into annoyance

"That noble did something....it's okay to speak up, we can go to prince-"

"go away! I don't want to keep hearing you pretend to care about me!"

He was stunned

You suddenly stood up and trudged away from Levi, seeking out the bathroom

Satan:

You ducked away from the crowd of demons

Sticking close to the wall as you clutched your arms

The nobles clawing at your mind as you stared to the side

"Did you enjoy the dancing? You look tired, I know a good hiding spot."

"Where is it?"

"I'll take you there-"

He went to grab your shoulder but you just shrugged him away

Not daring to look at him

"just tell me where it is, I'll get there on my own just fine."

Satan turned his head, trying to get a better look at your expression

But you just stepped away from him

"if you're not going to tell me I'm going to go find it myself-"

He grabbed your wrist, cutting you off

"Was it that noble? What did he say to you?"

His anger flared as he glared at the noble

You Yanked your wrist away, frowning

"wouldn't you like to know?! Just let me- just let me breathe-!"

He paused, inhaling a deep breath

You took that moment to run off, wanting to escape the situation

Asmodeus:

"oh (Y/N)~!! I'm so glad you're finally free, when I saw that guy dancing with you I got so jealous, I thought you were going to give me all your dances?"

He playfully pouted whilst holding your hands

When he saw you weren't smiling his chipper mood immediately dropped

You moved away from him, Unable to pull your thoughts together

"what's wrong..? Did he say something?"

You shook your head

Should you tell him? But what if they treat you different?

What if it really is all a fake?

"I just need to get some air."

"oh! I'll come with you!"

He springed up, grabbing your hand once again

You threw yourself back in panick

"NO-! I mean- no thank you."

You quickly dashed to the nearest balcony ignoring the murmurs in the ballroom

Beezlebub:

You bumped into one of the many buffet tables

Avoiding an active ballroom wasn't easy

"you're not dancing anymore? Want to sit with me?"

You jumped, somehow surprised Beel was at a buffet table

"no....I'm good, I'm going to the dorm."

"Already? Do you need me to walk you home? It's pretty late."

You shook your head

You wanted to chew him out for being so kind of you

Your overwhelming emotions rising as you tried to stay dismissive

"Just tell the Brothers I'm leaving, I think I'm going to head back home."

Beel raised a brow

You looked away from his confused expression

"my real home, I need to leave the Devildom."

"you're upset from your dance with the noble, we can talk about instead of you leaving-"

"I need a break."

You repeated, your voice becoming irritated and cold

You held back your frustration and left the party

Belphegor:

"Are you leaving?"

You yelped, knocking your hand on the main door

You just wanted to slip out of the party but it seems you'd have to confront one of the brothers

Belphegor yawned, rubbing his eye

He was sleeping in the coat closet until you woke him up by your footsteps

"yes- I'm tired of this party."

"I'm tired aswell, let's go together, I'm ready to sleep."

He shuffled out of the closet but you put your hands out Infront of you

"go sleep in the palace, I don't want to be around you or-or any of you-!"

"Was it that noble? I felt jealous when I saw you two dancing together but now it seems I shouldn't of, he said something to you, didn't he? What did he say?"

You didn't even realize he saw you or was awake when that happened

You backed up until you bumped into the door

Belphegor cornered you

Wanting his questions answered but you just shoved him back

"leave me alone-! I know you're just see me as an replacement!"

You slammed the door after you and sprinted back to the dorms

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Diavolo:

"I see you're expanding your circle, I'm glad- why do you look so upset?"

"it's nothing, my Lord-"

You both stopped

You haven't referred to him like that since the beginning of the exchange program

He leaned down to get a better look at you, eyes darting over the conflicted and slightly Horrified expression

Both of your gazes landed on the noble

"What did he say to you? If he made you uncomfortable or threatened you, I'll deal with this-"

He tried to give you a comforting pat on the shoulder but you pushed your body away

"Quit it! Stop trying to act like you care."

You were sure if people saw your interaction they'd be glaring at you

Thinking of your audacity

But Diavolo was worried about you

He knew that Nobel has hurt you

"I do care for you, we all do - please tell me what happened."

You covered your ears, tears pricking your eyes

You shook your head and ran away

Needing space to figure out your thoughts and your emotions

Barbatos:

You trudged past Everyone, growing irritated with yourself

Were you really going to believe that guy? But it seemed to make sense

If it wasn't right then why did you feel this way?

"here, you look as if you need it."

He hands you a handkerchief

You took it slowly, looking at him with distrust

You frowned as he just smiled at you patiently

"why do you even care? Is it because of the prince?"

"I'm simply helping because I desire to, it seems Someone is causing an issue with you."

"Don't you know everything? You should know exactly what's wrong....you don't have to keep acting all vague in hopes it'll throw me off, I know you all are-"

He tilted his head, eyes squinting with an almost annoyed expression

"nevermind....Just leave me alone."

"I will but it is best to remind you that the Noble you're trusting Is not the type of man you want to be around, he is using you not the other way round."

Your froze

Unsure how to respond, you clutched the handkerchief as you gritted your teeth

You quickly ran off not wanting to confront your emotions

Solomon:

Isn't this Fun? I've even made a few pacts whilst here-"

"why are we even here? Do you ever feel like we're not actually wanted? Just being used?"

Your eyes flickered between Diavolo and the noble

Rubbing your arm as you tried to soothe yourself

Solomon followed your eyes

Clicking his tongue

"I see, that nobles gotten to your head, don't fear my apprentice, I'll fix this."

He rolled up his sleeves but you just grabbed his arm

You felt stupid for thinking you two could be on the same thought process

Was it really just the Nobel Getting to you???

But what you're feeling feels so real and so genuine - this feeling of just being a pawn or a replacement to them

"No...it's silly to think we'd be on the same page, they have much more history with you meanwhile all I have is being their sister's ancestor."

You walked off leaving the wizard to mewl over your words

You didn't stay to find out what would happen now that Solomon knew the gist of what the Nobel said to you

Simeon:

As you charged away from the party you suddenly bumped into Someone

Simeon grabbed your arms as he steadied you

But that's when he noticed your teary eyes

"Oh, what's wrong? You look upset."

"I want to leave this party."

You frowned, holding his arms whilst he held you

You glanced at the demons on the dance floor

"Are you sure? The brothers will be upset with your sudden disappearance-"

You huffed

Pushing yourself away from Simeon as. got ready to just leave by yourself

"if you don't take me back then I'll just go myself."

He was caught off by your sudden change in mood

Realizing something really harsh must of happened he grabbed your hands and wiped under your eye

"Wipe your tears, I'm sure Luke will be thrilled to see you in purgatory hall."

And just like that he walked you out of ball

A few shouts from the brothers rang in your eyes but you just sped up your pace

[absolutepokemontrash]

MC’s Half Demon and They Look Awfully Familiar Lesson 17

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So, the aftermath’s here! This took significantly longer than I thought it would, but oh well. Enjoy everyone!

So, to recap where everyone’s favourite dysfunctional demon family are at right now: Belphie’s still guilt spiralling but he wants to make amends, MC is having a self worth crisis because of what happened, Lucifer was homicidal less than a day ago, and the rest of the brothers are very mad at Belphie.

So, a good little while passes, MC moves back into their room and doesn’t really come out or try to talk to anyone, Lucifer practically lives in his study, and Belphie holes himself up in whichever room that no one else is in.

Keep in mind, no one knows the truth about Lilith’s death yet because it never came up because MC isn’t a descendent of the human version of Lilith.

The brothers (sans Belphie) went and visited MC, who was very happy to see all of them, but everything felt kind of off, everyone was slightly on edge. But nobody brought it up because no one wanted to be the catalyst for the next big family fight, especially so soon after MC got hurt.

It had been almost a week and MC could barely cobble together the desire to leave their room. They had made themselves a prisoner in their own house right after freeing Belphie from his house arrest, how ironic is that?

Stupid…

How naive could they get? To think that just because they were family that everyone would welcome them with open arms? And how stupid would they have to be to believe that they were a proper demon like the rest of them? Demons were manipulative tricksters at their nicest, if MC didn’t understand that than they were a shit excuse for a demon.

Spending time lying in bed staring up at the ceiling wasn’t the best way to pass the time, but MC had grown tired of flicking through the same five apps on their DDD and had contemplated chucking it at the wall. With nothing to distract them, MC was alone with their thoughts.

Of course they couldn’t fend off Belphegor, of course they lost… they barely had any better a hold on their magic than they did when the year started. They weren’t a full demon, but they weren’t some weak little human either, but maybe things would have been better if they were human. If they were human, they wouldn’t have had magic, they wouldn’t have had a fighting chance at all. There would have been no shame in losing. But MC wasn’t a full human, they had their fighting chance and lost anyway.

“MC?”

Their head snapped towards the source of the voice. Through a bright gold glow, they saw an unfamiliar woman, her eyebrows were knit with concern. Not being able to muster up the energy to really be openly panicked, MC sat up and rested their head on their chin, then raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Oh! Um…” the ghostly woman puffed out her cheek and twiddled her fingers as her eyes darted around the room. “I didn’t exactly think this introduction through, my bad…”

It was MC’s turn to be confused, standing in front of her was a woman who didn’t look like an angel or a demon, yet somehow was able to cobble together the magical strength necessary to actually make herself visible to MC. And now, she was stressing about an awkward introduction.

“I’m Lilith!” The woman finally blurted out, she clamped her eyes shut and quickly stuck her hand out.

MC blinked at the outstretched hand like it was a completely foreign gesture. “…what?”

“Yeah! Um… I uh…” Lilith withdrew her hand and facepalmed. “I’m really sorry…”

“I-uh… Lilith? Like… Lilith, my father’s sister Lilith?”

“…yes?”

“…please explain.”

And Lilith did explain, she explained the ghost bit, how she can’t technically go up to the Celestial Realm nor does she want to, and how she’s kind of been playing guardian Fallen Angel to the entire family.

MC finally got to learn the reason the Grimoire was in the tomb, and why their father was so damn loyal to Diavolo.

Lilith also explains that she’s kind of the reason MC is down in the Devildom in the first place. Lucifer picked an entirely different totally normal human, but Lilith switched the files and MC was brought down instead.

MC still obviously had questions.

“So…” MC mumbled. “That’s why he tried to kill me.”

Lilith pursed her lips and looked away. “Yeah…”

MC let out an explosive sigh as their hand unconsciously creeped to their neck. MC’s fingers brushed over raised skin from barely healed over scratches.

“He wants to apologize.”

“What?”

“Belphie, he wants to apologize to you.”

MC snorted and rolled their eyes, they shifted over so Lilith couldn’t see their face. “Hmph… maybe if he grovels enough I won’t sic Cerberus on him…”

“You’re under no obligation to forgive him-”

“I know!” MC snapped, grinding the base of their palm against their eye to stop the tears that threatened to burst. “And I won’t!”

The problem was, Lilith’s story actually ended up making MC feel bad for him, which made them feel angry at themselves, which made them feel more upset than before.

On one hand, Belphie was motivated by the loss of someone incredibly close to him and never received closure because Lucifer kept Lilith’s “survival” a secret.

On the other hand, Belphie tricked, manipulated, and then tried to kill MC. That couldn’t just be waved off with an “oh he was just grieving”

After some deliberation, MC decided they were going to do one more thing to help Belphie.

“Father.” MC hit their knuckles against the door to their father’s room. The door opened almost immediately and Lucifer stood in the doorway.

“Yes MC? Do you need anything, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just need to talk to you.”

“Come in then,” Lucifer stepped aside and MC walked into the room, he closed the door behind them. “What is it?”

“I know about what happened with Lilith.”

Lucifer froze, MC did their best to hold his gaze and not waver.

“You need to tell everyone.”

“…how did you find out?”

“She um… told me. Lilith, I mean… she’s still around.” MC awkwardly twirled their finger in the air as they explained. “You’ve kept this hidden for too long, the secret has to be told so this can end.”

Lucifer wasn’t on board immediately, but eventually, he was convinced.

Everyone was gathered, including Belphie, and Lucifer explained what had really happened the day Lilith had died.

Of course there were shouts of shock and outrage that slowly melted into a melancholy silence. Lilith was still around, but her presence was so limited, but she was still there with them! Their sister was still there!

When everyone dispersed to go process the news, Belphie approached MC.

“H-hey.”

MC almost outwardly shuddered at the sound of the Avatar of Sloth’s voice, but they held firm and turned to face him.

Anything they wanted to say died in their throat as MC got a good look at Belphie for the first time in over a week. He looked like complete and utter garbage. His hair was a mess, bags lined the underside of his eyes, and his entire posture seemed to just droop like a wilting flower. Though, it wasn’t like MC had much of a platform to stand on when it came to critiquing appearance at that point in time, they looked just as awful.

“What do you want?” MC asked quietly, they had meant to put more force behind their words, but most if not all of their focus had gone towards not allowing their voice to break or waver.

“To apologize.”

So, Lilith was right, he was sorry. Rage bubbled in MC’s gut as they clenched their fist. How dare he think he could just, apologize and think everything could turn out okay?! MC opened their mouth to scream, cry, hurl every insult they had spent the previous week thinking about, but nothing came out. The anger subsided and MC deflated, they crossed their arms and gestured for Belphie to go ahead.

“Go on.” They mumbled.

Belphie’s gaze drifted to the wall, he clenched his pillow tighter to his chest, then looked back to MC. At least he had the decency to look them in the eye.

“I’m sorry for what I did, MC. I messed up and I hurt you. I blamed you for something you had nothing to do with, even though you were nothing but nice to me. No excuse would make what I did any better, so I’m… I’m sorry…”

MC gnawed on their lower lip and knitted their eyebrows. He sounded sincere enough, but MC wasn’t just going to roll over and forgive him just like that. They were still so angry and betrayed, but they didn’t want to be. Stupid feelings…

They took a deep breath and squared their shoulders, looking Belphie directly in the eyes.

“Okay.”

“…okay?”

“Okay.” MC repeated. “I’m not going to forgive you just to absolve your guilt, but I’m done with this. It’s over and I’m moving on. If you’re really sorry, don’t ever do something like that again.”

The tiniest glimmer of hope sparkled in Belphie’s eyes as he nodded. “I swear on my life I’ll never do anything like that again.”

MC stiffly nodded. “Good. Now, I’m going to my room. I have school tomorrow.”

When Belphie turned to go back to his room, Lucifer melted out of the shadows and stood next to MC.

“That was very big of you.”

“Thanks father.” MC mumbled.

“Are you sure you want to go to school tomorrow? I can ask Lord Diavolo to extend your time off.”

“No,” MC shook their head. “I’m ready. Besides,” They stifled a giggle. “I don’t want to miss everyone’s reactions to Human History.”

Wanting to watch demons freak out about weird parts of human history is a very valid reason to want to go to school.

Anyway, all eight residents of the HOL goes back to school, and MC’s cover story was that they had gotten the flu and was too sick to go to school, and Belphie had been brought back from the human world early. No one had the balls to question the seven rulers of hell, so no one asked any questions.

Luke was very excited to see his friend again, so excited that he got in trouble for talking in class. No big deal, lunchtime was still free for them to talk!

The day was perfectly normal, which was a blessing for everyone.

Diavolo officially deemed that Belphie was no longer a threat to the exchange program, so Belphie was allowed to return to his student council duties without issue.

Things between Diavolo and Barbatos and MC were quite… confusing.

For one thing, Diavolo was the crown prince and MC had really liked him before the stuff in the previous timeline and learning about exactly how he had secured their father’s loyalty.

And for Barbatos… he was just fucking terrifying.

“MC!”

The sound of Diavolo jovially calling their name jolted MC out of their thoughts. Thinking about the upcoming Demonology midterm would have to wait.

“Hello, Lord Diavolo.” MC knew better than to be openly pissed at the soon to be monarch, especially after everything that had transpired.

“Are you doing alright, MC? How has school been treating you?” Diavolo continued to pepper MC with questions with barely any gaps for MC to actually reply. Barbatos stood on the sidelines with a soft neutral smile on his face, which only served to unnerve MC more.

“I’m doing fine, Lord Diavolo. There’s no need for concern.”

Diavolo’s rampant questioning came to a stop, and MC swore they could see his expression fall ever so slightly.

“I’m glad to hear that, MC. If you need anything, just ask!”

He ended the interaction with a hesitant pat on MC’s head before walking off to his next class. Though, the presence of the butler still loomed behind MC.

“While I’m very glad you’re well, MC,” Barbatos said icily calm. “I must ask that you refrain from going into my room again.”

“Y-yes sir.” MC mumbled.

“Have a lovely day.”

Reason why everyone should be at least a little afraid of Barbatos #473

The relationship between MC and the Royals does end up getting repaired eventually, it’s just… really awkward for the time being.

Home was still awkward as all hell, the murder attempt definitely weakened the brotherly bonds MC had spent months repairing, and the hostility wasn’t doing MC’s emotional recovery much good.

“This is ridiculous.” Lilith’s voice popped into MC’s head while they sat at the dining table finishing up their homework. MC jumped slightly in their seat and frantically looked around for their aunt’s apparition.

“What’s got you spooked?” Satan asked from his place across the table.

“N-nothing. Just a chill.” MC quickly replied, trying to go back to their work.

“Nice recovery, MC. Very smooth.”

“Shut up!” MC thought. “What are you doing in my head?”

“If you want me to leave, just say so.” Lilith’s nasally childlike huff nearly caused MC to openly roll their eyes.

“No, what is it? What do you need?”

“I don’t really need anything, but look at this fractured house!” Lilith cried. “This is worse than the time Mammon stole everyone’s pocket watches!”

“Pocket…watches?”

“It was 1803, get with the program, MC.”

“Lilith, what are we talking about here?”

“Oh! Right! Well, this house is insanely divided and sucky right now, it’s terrible!” Lilith whined, as much as MC hated to submit to their ghostly aunt’s whining, she did have a point.

Just that morning Asmo just happened to neglect to paint Belphie’s nails when he went out of his way just minutes earlier to track down Lucifer to make sure his nails were painted. Later when Belphie walked into the library with Beel, Satan ended up picking up the cat and walking straight out. Satan walking out of a library was like a fish walking out of water.

That wasn’t the only thing either, Mammon had taken it upon himself to be a human (or demon to be more precise) barrier between Belphie and MC at almost all times. The only times when Mammon couldn’t do that was when the witches decided to summon him.

Levi continued to be a recluse, but on the rare occasion he did come out, there was no friendly hellos between him and Belphie.

Lucifer… well, he did a good job hiding his contempt. He had respected MC’s decision to let Belphie try and fix things and he himself seemed eager for everything to be fixed, but he wasn’t exactly aiding in the repairs. Every time he had to look at Belphie it was so expressionless that MC swore that Mammon could swipe someone’s wallet right in front of him and Lucifer wouldn’t even frown.

Even Beel, he bounced back the quickest in terms of being ready to be around Belphie again, but the even psychically linked twins couldn’t fully shake the feeling of distance between the two.

“Well, what do you want me to do? Last time I tried to fix this family’s problems I almost died.”

“H-hey, I don’t think you should joke about that just yet…”

“Bite me. I wasn’t joking.”

“Well… okay. But I can’t really manifest any power right now! Smacking some sense into Belphie really took a toll on my ability to do much.”

“Hmph…” MC thought long and hard, well, two minutes long. “We could hold a movie night.��

Lilith gasped and MC swore they could hear the sound of her clapping her hands together. “Yes! Everyone can hang out and eat popcorn! Oh it’ll be great! Build a Fort! Forts bring people closer together!”

The movie night was the first of many little get togethers that MC quietly orchestrated to get everyone back on speaking terms with each other. They weren’t a direct part of all of them, but they could see the good they were doing.

A small video game tournament, going out to eat together, just relaxing in the same room, all of it added up, and sooner rather than later everyone was back to… not hating each other.

The brothers are still brothers after all, there’s always that tiny instinct that tells siblings to try and ruin the other’s day

As for Belphie and MC’s relationship…

Things slowly but surely moved back to the way they were before. MC came out of their room to sit with everyone and hang out, everyone progressively let Belphie back into their lives, and the nightmares gradually lessened.

For the first time in a little over a month and a half, MC felt truly safe again, which was odd considering they were in their planetarium with someone who they declared they’d never forgive. They still hadn’t, but things had gotten better.

Belphie was doing his damndest to show that he was truly sorry about everything. It started off with small things; helping MC clean the house, giving them pencils when they didn’t have any, covering for them when they had dinner duty,

The little victories may not have seemed very noteworthy, but to Belphie and MC, they were everything.

“That’s Orion, that’s Orion’s Belt,” Belphie pointed up at the shifting ceiling of the planetarium, tracing each and every constellation that he saw and pointing them out to MC and Beel. The latter had seen these stars and heard Belphie’s explanations a thousand times over, but never tired of them. MC was staring up at the gorgeous sight of the human world night sky they had left behind with a small smile on their face.

“That’s Ursa Major,” Beel pointed up as he offered MC the bag of chips he was eating.

“Mhm,” Belphie quietly chirped, he then pointed to a nearby constellation. “And that’s Ursa Minor.”

“Huh, if you connect these stars, it looks like a pair of pants.” MC piped up, tracing the set of stars.

Belphie snickered and nodded. “Yeah, it kind of does.”

“Look, that one’s a spatula!” Beel pointed at a constellation, Belphie snorted and facepalmed.

“Beel, Buddy, that’s the Little Dipper.”

After a little while longer Belphie let out an explosive yawn and stretched out like a cat. MC and Beel yawned in response.

“I’m goin’ to sleep.”

“Belphie wait,” MC giggled. “You can’t sleep here!”

“Watch me.”

“You’ll get a sore back, Belphie.” Beel picked up Belphie and slung him over his shoulder as the Avatar of sloth began to snore, he then turned and sat MC on his other shoulder. “Bedtime for everyone.”

MC let out another yawn and rubbed their eyes. Maybe Belphie had the right idea, it was late as hell…

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Author’s Note: You ever know how you want something to turn out in your head, but the moment you go to write it down you kind of want to yeet yourself into oblivion? Yeah that’s what happened here.

The game itself didn’t give me much to work with in terms of how everyone would react if MC didn’t shrug off their near death, so… 🤷‍♀️ oh well! What’s done is done!

[yandere-sins]

Hey there^^ Haven't done a request for quite a while but I'm pretty stuck myself and I could really use something to lift my mood, too, and your writing always does that :) So, I thought of Satan or Lucifer with prompt 3 and 34, maybe? If it's not too much it'd be nice if the reader could be rather anxious (my anxiety is really acting up these days .-.) but that's not that important

Have a nice day and stay healthy ^^

Blue

Hi Blue! Thank you for requesting ^-^ I decided to do some Satan bc I have another Lucifer request and this way we can have some variety :D Please enjoy! ^-^

Pills - “Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy right?”

Stickers - “One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.

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“Be a good girl and sit still. You don’t want me to be unhappy, right?”

His demand sounded reasonable, and his voice was calm. Still, the hand clutching your thigh was too rough with your skin, the fingers digging into it painfully. Immediately, you stopped bopping your foot, a nervous habit you hadn’t even noticed you started.

How long had you been sitting in his lap for now? An hour? Two? It felt like the whole morning and was probably more like the entire day, but through the partially hidden window in Satan’s room, you couldn’t make out the time of day, even if the Devildom had varying daytime-lightning outside. But this way, you could only count the pages Satan had already read as any indications of time, even though it wasn’t a reliable source.

Clenching your fists on top of your legs, you wondered what else there was you could do. Perhaps it was one thing to read the day away, but it was an entirely different one when you were just the lapdog to someone doing it. Even if you showed interest in books, Satan preferred to keep you close to him, and unfortunately, his favorite reading chair didn’t allow two people to read comfortably. That, and the constant fear you might actually find something useful to slip out of his grip, made him decide that you could read only with him or not at all.

It was just a problem that the language of the book he was reading wasn’t one you could understand.

All you were reduced to was a stiff, anxious, warm body sitting on top of him, hoping that soon Satan would decide to do anything else. You couldn’t live with his suggestions of taking baths together or being left alone for hours to no end while he took care of daily business, but this was the third day in a row where things were simply... too calm.

You had been quick to cease bringing up arguments. Satan had scared you once when he grew angry before your life took this turn by his side. Still, it was nothing compared to the violent and oppressive force he used on you now when you acted ‘unsuitable’, as he called it. Part of you wanted nothing more than to scratch his face, bite and kick, but when you brought up the courage to stand up for yourself and your rights, his exuding magic alone made you crumble to your knees in primal, inferior fear, knowing all the bad things he would do to you if you pushed it any more than you already had.

Wherever he took the patience from, it was wearing thin regardless of its masses.

That, and that alone, was the reason you even listened to what he said.

Looking down at yourself, you might not have been able to see any bruises left on you, but you felt them in every flinching of your muscles. The soreness, the pain - they never disappeared, and Satan wasn’t going to help you forget by applying magic to heal them.

Instead, he caressed your thigh with his hand, fingers circling over your skin menacingly. Perhaps from an outside view, it looked almost sweet, but you felt nothing short of a warning from his touch. Every touch was calculated. A game. Maybe he truly wanted to help you calm, but you wouldn’t have put it past Satan to actually try and provoke you to do something stupid. It was his way of forgiving the bad things he did to you, much like an eye for an eye. He disapproved of many things, but he couldn’t quite justify his actions if you didn’t act up. Satan swore up and down that he preferred cats over dogs, but god beware you’d behave like one. Unknown sadistic tendencies seemed to ride him when it came to you, and from what you understood, you were his place of comfort and peace when you were in his arms and his punchbag if you made his days worse than they needed to be.

But arguably, you were just his; all he needed, either way.

Worse thoughts crossed your mind than this. Ideas of how similar he was to Lucifer when it came to oppressing, but you would have taken the eldest brother’s help without even a moment of hesitation. At the same time, you wanted nothing more than to get away from Satan. 

Encountering a sudden change of mood was what you feared the most. It happened too often. Satan wasn’t that hard to please, but he unexpectedly and sharply changed moods for no apparent reasons, just like a teenager.

What if he read a passage in his book he disliked? What if your foot began to bop again? What if your breathing was too loud? What if he decided you were too heavy... When would it stop? When would the worries finally go away?

He loved you. He told you he loved you, so why were you a prisoner in his room? Why did he refuse to let you go? See other people? Sleep in your own bed for a change? And why was he enraged every time such a wish crossed your mind?

The book in his hand lowered as you sunk deeper and deeper into your panicked thoughts, wondering what you should do from now on to stay on his good side and maybe regain your privileges. So many emotions fogged your senses; you didn’t even hear him take a deep breath as his eyes narrowed while they focused on your leg, nervously bopping up and down again.

However, you did notice the sudden jerk as he threw you off his lap, pain shooting through your body as you scrapped your knees on the floor. You hit the stacks of books Satan threw you into, hardcovers falling down on you, making you yelp as they felt like bombs raining down onto your body.

“What’s the matter this time?” he asked, standing up and closing the book. It took a lot of courage to look up at him, Satan’s pretty face and perfect posture as intimidating as the waspish shine in his deep green eyes. You perceived it as cold and belittling as he looked down on you, standing over your legs.

“I want to go home--” you whispered, close to tears as you averted your eyes from his, unable to look at him when he glared back at you so resentfully.

“[Name],” he called out to you in the most condescending way you could imagine someone speaking your name. However, you no longer could bear looking him in the eyes, and so, you let your head hang low, expecting the worst but hoping it was over soon.

“How long will you keep complaining. I was so good to you the last few days, wasn’t I? It’s all because you said you were unhappy with me, so I bettered myself, yet, you behave just the same. When will you realize this is home?”

Hearing this from him, you felt your heart break. Hearing that this dangerous, painful situation should be a norm and comfort for you made you want to throw up. But at the same time, it rose your spirits, and before you knew it, you were back on your wobbling feet, the pain being suppressed by adrenaline as you grabbed Satan by the collar. In retrospect, you realized you had been just like a frightened animal and snapped as he came too close for comfort.

“THIS ISN’T MY HOME! YOU ARE KEEPING ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL! WAKE UP, SATAN!” you screamed at him as loud as you could. Perhaps you wished for a stunned realization overcoming him, or maybe that someone else could hear you outside this little, private room. But it wasn’t like anyone came running to help anyway.

Instant regret flooded your mind as you felt his hands grip your wrists, the book he had held onto falling to the ground with a loud thud. A zip of magic sparked from where he grabbed you, burning through your body like venom. It was no question who was the stronger animal in this struggle, your body falling back and down into the pile of books with just one step Satan took forward. But with your hands still anchored in his clothes, you pulled him with you, and on top, giving him a chance to pin you down on the uncomfortable bed of books.

Though it felt like your bones were breaking under the pressure and awkward position, your will hadn’t been affected as much yet, your body instinctively pushing against him, even though it was futile.

“One more time. I’m giving you one more chance to stop fucking resisting.” The words escaped him through clenched teeth, a hostile fire flickering in his eyes that you were forced to stare into. You knew you had it coming for you. His rage. His anger. There was no way out now, and once again, you had made the situation worse for you than needed. Finally, as you felt your ragged breath fill your lungs unreliably, you calmed down, tears shooting to your eyes while the sobs escaped from your mouth.

For a minute or two Satan merely let you bawl it out, the streams of tears falling down your cheeks and onto the books beneath you, but it was of no concern to either of you. At least now, he didn’t tell you to cease your sadness too, and you realized all he wanted was for you to stop attacking him, even if it was unfair when he apparently was allowed to.

Instead, you found yourself being scooped into his arms, face pressed into his shoulder as you hugged him instinctively. His hold was right out of a book about how to console crying children, his hands perfectly falling to your head and back, calmingly rubbing over the hurt part of your body.

“Please...” you sobbed into his shirt.

“I love you. I will always love you, even if you do this to me,” he assured you. You didn’t want it. Not his love, not being held by him like this, not him playing the victim in this scenario. As if it was your fault he had to do these terrible things.

“Just... please...”

“Forever. We will stay together.”

His words did nothing to help you, even more crying ensuring as they laid down heavily on your mind.

“You’re all I have. All that only belongs to me,” Satan whispered while you shook your head softly, rubbing in the wet stains into his clothes and wishing it was all just a nightmare that you could wake up from.

“That’s why, from now on, I will be the only one for you as well.”

But you never woke up from it.

[You can find the prompt list here]

[symphonicmetal101]

MC Struggles With Obsessive/Compulsive Behaviour

Ok, just to be clear.

I haven't been diagnosed with anything, which is why I refrain from writing "OCD" in the title. I've always known I'm a perfectionist- please be aware that there are some major differences between OCD and perfectionism, (despite what Youtube videos may say)- however I have had instances in which I have taken it too far and paid the price physically, mentally, and emotionally. Please be aware that these are all very real things that not only myself, but other people go through. I haven't had one of them in a long time, but my current circumstances make me feel like I might soon, so bear with me while I write another self-indulgent thing.

Or don't.🤷‍♀️

TW: compulsive/obsessive behaviour, a little self-deprecation as seasoning👌

Lucifer

At first, he's very happy to see that you are very organized and neat

One less thing for him to worry about

However, one day he walked past your room and saw you organizing your desk

He respected that, and continued on

The next day he passed by around the same time and saw you organizing your desk again

Odd, but perhaps one of his brothers had interfered and interrupted you, meaning you hadn't finished yesterday

It had been five days now, surely you weren't still cleaning your desk??

"MC, if my brothers bother you, you should close the door. Perhaps then you would be able to finish cleaning your desk properly. Unless you would like some direction in time management instead?"

Lucifer glanced behind you. To his surprise, your desk looked immaculate. He then saw your blushing face.

"Ah... well that's very kind of you Lucifer, however I'm afraid it's not an issue of time management or your brothers. Well, sometimes Mammon comes in and moves the pens around, so then I have to start over..."

"Start over?"

"Y-yeah." You explain your process to him, how you completely clear off your desk, to the type of cleaner you use, how many sprays, to how you like to stack your paper, to how you always have to have three paperclips to your right, and how the black pen is always in between the blue and the red.

"And when Mammon moves the pens...you start over?"

"Yeah. I do."

Lucifer has sympathy for you, put also struggles because it seems like a waste of time if he were to do it.

But he doesn't do it, and it seems to make you calm, so instead he buys you proper gloves for cleaning and a few more bottles of your cleaner

Mammon

"Come on MC, I wanna show ya something in my room."

Oh no

Nononono

You could feel yourself panicking a bit. Mammon's room was messy

Not messier than Levi's but still

But he looked really excited, so you reluctantly followed him

"TA-DA!!!"

Oh wow. His room was spotless!

"I-uh, noticed ya only seem to be comfortable in yours or Lucifer's room. It-it took a while for me to figure out why, but...whaddya think? Will it work for ya?"

He smiled at you and you could see a hint of nervousness in his eyes.

"It looks great! You even picked up the water bottles that were by your bed!!"

He instantly became more confident, his smile growing wider and his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Of course it looks great! Why wouldn't it?"

You gave him a withering stare

"Uh..yeah. Y'know, if ya had just told me ya didn't like it being so messy I woulda tidied up sooner. J-just make sure ya let me know if it gets too messy again. I want ya to be comfortable in more places than just your room, so my room seemed like a good idea."

His face was incredibly flushed

"Thank you Mammon. It really means a lot.

Levi

You had only been in Levi's room twice

But dear god

You really really really wanted to tidy things up for him

But you also knew what it was like to be very particular and have things "just-so"

Aksjsjshdgjak

"Hey Levi, can I make you deal?"

He took off one of his headphones to listen

"What's up?"

"This might be kinda weird. Can I take pictures of your stuff so I can reorganize and clean your room? That way if you don't like it, I'll put everything back?"

You could see confusion and slight panic that crossed his features.

"I'm sorry, I know it's weird, you don't have to say yes I-"

"Um, what exactly would you be doing?"

"Uhhh.."

He stopped his game to sit and talk with you for a bit.

"O-ok. Just that shelf is off-limits. And I'll stay in here to let you know if something isn't ok with me."

He watched in awe as you carefully rearranged his figurines by rarity as well as colour.

You crawled under his desk with velcro ties and made all the cords under there much more organized

You rearranged the pillows on his couch so that they were symmetrical on both sides, fluffing them and squishing them as you saw fit.

His manga was pretty organized, so you just straightened out the pile.

You organized his games in alphabetical order

The whole time you had been dusting stuff off as well

"There. That's better....what do you think Levi?"

"WOOOAAHH!!! I love it!! It looks really good MC!"

"Thanks for letting me do that."

"No problem...but w-why did you want to do it?"

You shrugged. "It calms me down? No, that's not quite it....I don't really now. As it is, I need to cut myself off otherwise I'll clean until I can't stand. Mind if I join you for a bit?"

He nods at you and hands you a control. As the game boots up he says, "Y-you're welcome to do that again if you need to...but that shelf is still off-limits."

You nod, grateful for his understanding.

Satan

He said he had a surprise date for you

So you followed him

To the Cat Cafe

Now, you love cats

And you love food

But the two of them together don't sit well with you

But Satan looked so eager and happy that you didn't hesitate much to go inside.

Everything was going really well until Satan asked if you wanted something to eat or drink.

You politely declined his offer, but he insisted on getting you something

You reluctantly chose a hot drink.

But as you watched the worker prepare your drink, you were horrified to see them carry a cat out from behind the counter, and then without washing their hands, snap the lid on your cup.

"Satan..I need to step outside for a bit."

He watched you in mild concern as you walked out the door and he waited for your and his order to be complete

You were pacing outside, trying to calm down.

Why did that upset me? I haven't even touched it yet. Besides, normal people don't usually care about stuff like that. And I can clean it??? Or grab another lid?? Fuck! Why am I like this?

Your train of thought was broken as Satan tapped on your shoulder, concern and curiosity apparent in his eyes.

"Are you alright? I noticed the worker didn't wash their hands after handling the cat, so I grabbed a couple lids on my way out. I was going to put it on for you, but I believe it would be best for all parties if you did it on your own."

You almost started crying as he handed you a paper towel with two lids in it.

"Why are there two?"

"Although it never particularly bothered me, I thought you may have wanted some solidarity. I can understand where you're coming from." He smiled sympathetically at you.

From that day forward, he paid extra attention to things while you were around to make sure you wohld feel comfortable. You two also managed to tackle the daunting task of properly organizing Satan's books so that you could spend more time in his otherwise clean room.

Asmo

"Darling, you look wonderful in that outfit!! And it's so hot outside, it's perfect!! I was just about to head out, do you want to join me?"

"That depends. Where are you going?"

"Oh, I'm just gonna do a little shopping. There was a cute top on sale at the mall yesterday, I just want to see if it's still there."

You told him you'd be right back.

When you got to your room you threw on a sweater, and then made sure you had your wallet and your phone.

You walked out of your bedroom, checking again, wallet, phone

As you approached Asmo, you checked again. Wallet, phone

"Are you ready to go?" You nodded and followed him out the door.

He made idle gossip with you until he noticed you were looking a little pale

"Oh my goodness, love are you alright? You should take this sweater off, you'll get much too hot!"

"I can't!" You panicked a bit, and he was caught off guard by your reaction.

"I- I'm sorry. But I use the sleeves to open doors and hold bags and stuff. I don't like touching that stuff. Even groceries are hard for me to touch, so I wash the groceries before I put them away when I get home. I enjoy shopping with you though, because you always know what kind of stuff I like just by looking at it, or feeling it for me. It's the same thing I explained before, where it's difficult for me to model the clothes for you until after they've been washed."

"Aww honey, I'm sorry. Next time I'll see if Mammon or Beel can come and help with your bags, m'kay? But you cannot stay in this sweater in weather like this. What about gloves? Would you be ok wearing gloves? I know a place where there's some really cute ones!! And I'll handle the doors for now, ok?"

You took off your sweater and tied it around your waist.

"Huh. I actually do feel a little better....thanks Asmo."

You two laughed lightly as he held open the door for the next shop.

Beel

You had waited for Beel to get out of one of his extracurriculars to walk home with him

You two were planning to eat together

However when you walked into the kitchen, you were greeted with a sink overflowing with dishes, and a sleeping Belphie on the island.

"Oh, uh, before I eat Beel, I'm going to clean that up. You go ahead though."

Belphie piped up, "Just throw what you can in the dishwasher....I'll do the rest later."

Beel looked concerned. "We were late getting home. Are you sure you're not hungry?"

"Oh...uh" you contemplated lying when your stomach gave you away.

"Just eat. I'll take care of the dishes. It's my turn anyways. I'll get to it soon."

"It's not a big deal Belphie, I'll just do them."

"But you're hungry, aren't you? Just eat first? Or did I do something? Is it something I can fix? I can go if it makes you more comfortable-" Beel looked disappointed. Of course it wasn't his fault.

You shook your head. "It's not you. It's me. I just- I don't know- ugh." You felt close to tears.

How the fuck were you supposed to explain yourself?

Beel pulled you into a hug. "Hey, it's ok. You don't have to tell us what's going on, but if you do it'll make it easier for us to help you."

He let go of you enough for you to step back and wipe tears from your eyes.

"I-I don't know what it is! But whenever I know there's something to be done, especially if I can see it, I have to do it before I do anything for myself. That includes eating, getting a glass of water, even going to the bathroom! And if I find another thing to do half way through he first thing, I'll just continue to postpone the thing I need to do for myself until I'm done or I forget about it..."

Silence settled across the kitchen.

"We'll help you do the dishes so it gets done faster, then you have to eat, ok?"

You smile and nod graciously as the twins helped you feel more comfortable

Belphie

"Come cuddle with meeee."

"Belphie, I need to study, please."

Belphie pouted. He was going to cuddle with you one way or another, even if he had to annoy you into it

Only what he didn't realize what he saw as "mildly annoying" was actually triggering for you

So he started messing with the postion of things on your desk.

"Stop it Belphie, I need to study."

"Yeah? Don't let me stop you, I'm just playing with your pen jar."

"But I asked you. To. Stop."

He huffed and put the pen jar down

But then he started to mess with your three pencils you had laid out, smallest to tallest.

"Why do you need three pencils?"

"Because. Now leave them alone."

He grinned.

"Because is hardly an answer and you know it. What would happen if I just took this one?"

"BELPHIE NO!" Your voice sounded between laughter and tears, butbhe figured it was just your way of begging.

"Belphie, please? I need that!"

He just grinned as he shifted into his demon form and passed the pencil to his tail and lazily flicked it back and forth.

Until he saw your face.

"Whatever. Do what you want, I'm done dealing with you." You walked out of your room, angry tears filling your eyes.

"W-wait! Shit! No, come back! I didn't-ugh." He groaned as he picked himself up to go after you, finding you on the outside steps of HOL.

"Hey, why're you crying? It was just a pencil. I put it back."

You pulled your head out of your hands.

"Yeah, but did you put it back right?"

Belphie looked at you perplexed...right? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

"Look, I'm sorry for using that tone with you. It's really hard for me to focus unless I have things a certain way. It may seem ridiculous to you, but that's just how I am. I don't know what causes it, I just know that it's a part of me. I'm working on it, but if I say stop, I need you to stop. Please."

"....okay. I'm sorry."

Masterlist

[amor-immortalem]

Everything Undesired chapter 12

chapter 11

Warning: kidnapping

A/N: I hope y'all are ready for a very heavy chapter because toward the end our Greed boi is going to go to a very dark place with his real thoughts on Cyrus.

“Do you think he does?” Belphie asked as he watched his older brother feed the baby.

“It would make sense.” The second-born shrugs. “I think Lucifer realized it too ‘n that’s why he was in such a big hurry for Beel and him to leave.”

The seventh-born only nods in response. “Hey I heard you three are going up to the mortal world after the term... Is that true?”

“Yeah... ‘Rella says she wants to go back to her home in York. I like the idea- been there a couple times with her after Solomon taught her to summon us. It’s nice. Hardly anybody stops by so it should be relaxin’ ‘n maybe it’ll do the baby some good to get away from the house for a bit.”

“More power to you, since we don’t know a whole lot about what kind of nutrients cambions need to begin with, it’ll probably be good for him to get some sunlight, I guess. Hey, why’re you holding the bottle that way? Doesn't it make more sense to hold it higher so he finishes eating faster?”

“Nah, any higher and he could take too much and inhale it while he’s eating. Learned that out the hard way with Satan. Plus, lowers your chances of gettin' spat up on.”

“It’s crazy that you stepped up like that for him... How did you do it?” The Avatar of Sloth leans his head against Mammon’s shoulder.

“Lots of sleepless nights and lots of coffee- I swear, m’blood probly consisted of just coffee back then,” Mammon pulls the bottle away from Cyrus after he had finished eating and started to burp him, “at least for those first few months anyway.”

“I’m not surprised,” Belphie hums.

“S'why our rooms are right next to each other. That way I wasn’t having to risk poppin’ my stitches runnin’ through the halls just t’get to him before he could wake any of y’all up. Man, that thing took forever t’heal. Not t’mention it kept getting infected since between watchin’ out for the lil’ ball of wrath that was our brother ‘n school, ‘n plannin’ Lilith’s service, I only had the time t’really take care of it when I showered save for the rare moments I had to change my bandages...” Mammon is silent for a moment, “I don’t regret it though. Gettin' to see him grow up to become a strong demon and knowing I made that possible, makes it all the reward itself.”

The younger brother only nods as he notices the infant’s eyes were glued to him- more specifically at his face. “What’re you staring at, kid? Do I have something on my face?”

“Nah, it’s just a thing babies do around this age. Its more about learning faces and facial expressions right now,” The older brother explains.

“Considering what you went through, you seem awfully calm now when you deal with him.”

“It's parental instinct and nothing more right now. Think of it as your body moving on its own. If I’m being honest with you, it’s still kind of hard- especially when he gets clingy like this but I think I’m gettin' better with him- acceptin' reality for what it is and learning to bond with him. Believe me, Belphie this isn’t how I wanted to have my first kid, but,” Mammon lets out a depressed sigh, “I’m a father now... and that means I have to suck it up and get my shit together. It’s what he deserves at the very least.”

“Wow, I guess what they say is true, huh? You really do change your ways once you have a kid.”

“Whatcha mean by that? I feel like I should feel insulted...”

“Sorry, it wasn’t meant to come out that way, Mams... It’s just that it feels like you’ve changed. Before all this, there wasn’t a single day where you went without thinking of easy ways to make a quick grimm, not a day where we didn’t have to take inventory of our stuff in fear that you had stolen something valuable of ours, went on massive shopping sprees whenever you could, but now... now, you don’t do any of that. It’s like you grew up somehow... like you’re back to how you were when we were angels and how you were way back when we had just fallen and your sin hadn’t quite settled in yet, you know?”

“Let’s just say priorities have changed...”

“Well, whatever the reason, it’s a nice change. I’m going to head to bed now. See you around.” Belphie smiled as he got up and left.

“See ya, Belphie.”

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He doesn’t remember how long he sat with Cyrus until the little one fell asleep against his chest, but once he placed the infant in the crib, he just stood there, lost in dark thoughts.

“It’s funny...” The white-haired demon’s voice was hardly above a whisper, “I should resent your presence in my life- wish you were never born, hate you. The worst part of me- the scummy part of me- does. You took everything that I was reserving for my child with Arella and you’re a representation of everything your birth mother did to me but... I can’t- and that’s what I hate most about you. Maybe my reason for keepin’ you comes from a fear that I won’t have the guts to risk my mate’s life that way so I just took the closest alternative I could ever get to that... I know... I know I’m being selfish by keeping her for myself as long as I can and not giving her that family with me she wants so badly and it makes me angry to watch her give a child that’s not even hers so much love when you shouldn’t have ever existed in the first place... Now it's far too late to get rid of you without hurting her.... I made the wrong choice for me even though I know ultimately it was the right one for you.”

He bit his tongue as a snarl formed on his face. Here, with no one to hear him, Mammon would let out his true feelings as wrong as it was. As if letting them out would somehow change his feelings for this child.

“For now, I’ll lie and pretend for your sake and everyone else’s. No one will ever know the way I wish Lucifer just would have done away with ya and part of me wonders... if a lower demon were to attack you and none of my brothers or Arella were there to spur me to action, would I even bother to protect you or would I dare to act selfishly and just let you die? Let the problem resolve itself? Ya better prove that you were ever worth what I’ve been putting myself through in the first pla-”

A sudden bout of clarity strikes the demon, the weight of what he had just said hit him like a stack of bricks and suddenly he can’t breathe. Oh devils, he can’t breathe under the weight of it all. Was he really that messed up in the head that he would do this to his own child? That he would force Cyrus to earn his love when he knows he should just give it to him unconditionally? What happened to all that progress he thought he’d been making? What kind of father would that make him? His eyes widened in horror at the thought as he broke down in silent tears.

How unfit of a father am I? He thought, He’s my son and I can’t even bring myself to love him? I really am the worst scum of the devildom. I’ve been holding some kind of grudge against a baby for crying out loud! Is this how I would act if Arella and I had a kid and they killed her?! The thought terrifies him. He wanted so badly to be a father and now that he was, this is the way he reacted to it? Unforgivable. Mammon remembered how it felt to fight for his father’s love and how he felt when Arella told him about her horrible mother and he felt so disgusted with it but wasn’t he just the same?

As he sank down to his knees, he felt a tiny hand grasp one of his fingers and his head snapped up. There was his son who had managed to wiggle his way closer to the edge of the crib, watching him with eyes full of what appeared to be fear. It froze his blood to see that look on anyone, let alone his own child. Without thinking, the Avatar of Greed rushes forward, scoops the child up and holds his son close to his chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as fresh tears begin to fall. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” Apologies tumble from his mouth in between choked sobs. “I said all those terrible things to ya. I don’t mean them. I don’t.” He doesn’t know who he’s trying to convince more at this point. Was it himself or his son? “I love ya. I love ya. I love ya. I’ll change. I’ll do anything I can for you- give you everything ya deserve.”

The baby only cooed softly, trying so hard to lift his head up, but with the way his father was held his head to his chest left no other option but for Cyrus to pat his hands against his father’s chest.

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Over the coming years, Mammon held true to his word on that dark night. He embraced his son fully and finally formed a deep bond with him. There were some good days, some bad, but never once had the demon let his mind wander back to that dark place of hate and malice. At some point, the Avatar of Greed was even able to move past the rape all together and he felt completely at peace with everything that had happened to bring his son into his life. He and Arella had even decided to take the chance to bring a new life into this world and were now expecting a set of twins. Everything felt right. But peace is never lasting for demons and Mammon has always been unlucky.

It was five minutes. Five. Damn. Minutes. Mammon should have known better. Cyrus had gone with his father to one of his photoshoots. Typically, he kept the boy in his sights at all times but this time he allowed his director to turn his attention elsewhere for a better shot from a different angle. When the demon turned back to check on his child, Cyrus was nowhere to be seen and the Avatar of Greed panicked. It was only five minutes but he was gone. He hoped the little one had just gone off to use the bathroom and would be back shortly, but after a few minutes of nervous waiting, Cyrus never reappeared.

The whole set went into a frenzy searching for the child but he was nowhere to be found in the building. Mammon wanted to scream. How could he have let this happen? His child was taken. The white-haired demon couldn’t even finish the photoshoot as he dashed out the door searching- looking for any possible trail that would lead him to Cyrus, but there was nothing. Not even a scent trail to follow. He feels his heart break as horrible thoughts ran rampant through his head. That crushing weight from five years earlier was back.

With shaking hands, he pulled out his D.D.D. from his pocket and called his older brother. Told him everything that happened. How he let his child be abducted because he got careless, how he’s searched every conceivable place he could think of. After that, the entire family mobilized. Levi ordered his Navy to search for the boy, other smaller search parties were formed as well but nothing ever came of them. They even asked Solomon to search the mortal world and there were some leads but that too led to dead ends.

Mammon, Arella and the rest of the Avatars were left heartbroken by the loss. Not even with the birth of their twins were the parents able to find peace. Six months went by, then a year, then three- after five, the searches were called off. His body was never found, which left everyone with hope. It was hope that Mammon would hold onto until he was left with no other choice.

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I've been going around asking for some reaction of the Fantastic 3 when they found out that MC is a single parent whose kid look and act like the respective demons. could you do that, please?👉👈 if not that's cool

AN: Oooh this one is interesting!! I wasn’t sure if you wanted the MC to arrive in the Devildom with the child and its a coincidence, or if you wanted the child to actually be theirs. I went with the former because doing both was too long and it felt too far from the prompt. When my requests open again, feel free to ask for reactions to the MC keeping their child secret from the demons though! I have most of Lucifer’s done :O

I’ve messed up some of my fingers somehow and they’re taped together as I’m writing this post, so please forgive any mistakes and how short this is.

There are some small references to revelations made in game in lessons 15 and 16 that may count as spoilers.

Scenario: The MC has just arrived in the Devildom and is panicking, because they have a child. They freeze up when they see the respective demon, but asks Diavolo to at least let them bring their kid to the Devildom so that they can continue to take care of them.

Lucifer

- You were... distressed, to say the least. The second you’d realised things weren’t a dream you’d freaked out and demanded Lord Diavolo send you back. When refused, you start pleading.

- He doesn’t know how he missed that you had a child in your file, he’d checked it a few times. He also doesn’t understand the look you keep giving him - its fear,  but there’s something more to it.

- Diavolo summons your child and he understands - they look unreasonably similar to him, to the point where every other demon in the room glances between him and the child, who stands tall and proud and stares right back at him with a level gaze.

- Satan makes some kind of comment but he doesn’t quite registering it as he is locked in a glaring contest with this small child. Why do they look like him? Had he been with anyone in the human realm in these past few years..? He starts to get a little nervous, but he’s sure he’d remember. Also it would have some kind of effect on your humanity if you’d been with a demon and had a child with one.

- Starts to worry again when he sees the signs that you’re just a little different from normal humans, despite not having any magic. But you’ve already confirmed with him by then that its not his child.

- With the actual child, he’s strange. There’s a large chance he’s going to practically adopt them and raise them to be like him, especially if they end up hanging around him a lot. You catch them mumbling together in the corner, and he at least teaches them how to command the other brothers when they’re being annoying. He also makes the perfect innocent little spy - if you’re wondering how Lucifer knows literally everything, its because the child sees all and they have tea together and discuss whatever his idiot brothers have done today.

- Doesn’t like that, because you’re accustomed to dealing with your child, that you can also handle him pretty well. He does end up listening to you well enough because your child will turn their entire focus to you when you speak, and he does the same thing automatically.

Diavolo

- The second you tell him you have a child he’s... nervous. This shouldn’t be happening, they should’ve known about this before now. You keep looking at him in a strange way as well and its really not helping as he desperately tries to stay calm and calm you down as well.

- He decides you might as well just bring the kid with you, because you’re here now and there’s no time to pick a new student. He’ll give them some kind of enchanted object for protection and assign one of the brothers to take care of them.

- Sees the child and he laughs, remarking about how this must be some elaborate prank. “Good one, Lucifer! :D” When told this isn’t something anyone set up, he grins anyway and leans down to talk to your child. He’d know if it was his, he’d be able to sense it, but god do they look alike. Your child has a similar smile and a similar glint in their eyes, betraying the fact that they’re hiding their true feelings.

- From that day forward he’s involved. Whenever he’s not busy, he invites the two of you over to his castle, and if you can’t come he’ll still invite your child over for tea parties and discussions. When he sees you in class, child in tow because no one else was able to watch after them that you trusted, he calls you over and picks them up to carry around on his shoulders.

- Diavolo regularly jokes about how he’s found the next heir for the throne. Might even be flirtatious about it all - “Would you want to rule by my side until they’re ready?”

- He’s really sad when the exchange program ends and you have to leave. Takes ages saying goodbye to you and your child, inviting both of you to visit any time - please, he begs, kneeling down to talk to the kid and looking up at you. “Please come back. Soon.”

Barbatos

- He was late to the meeting and the child was already there when he arrived. Were he not so composed, it definitely would have stopped him in his tracks. He has a faint smile on his face instead as he approaches, examining the child’s posture - they’re standing up straight, politely listening to your conversation with Diavolo and Lucifer.

- Barbatos himself simply moves to stand beside Diavolo, watching in amusement when your eyes widen. The others turn to look at him as well, curiosity and suspicion evident on their faces. He shakes his head subtly - its not his kid, couldn’t be. He’s by Diavolo’s side constantly. He wouldn’t have the time to sneak off, nor the privacy to keep it a secret.

- He’s too busy to be around you or your child a lot, but he lights up when he does see the two of you. Once Luke starts baking with him, the two of you receive biweekly invitations to join them. Diavolo teases the lot of you - “you all look like a little family of bakers! Your home would smell amazing with the four of you in it.”

- Honestly your child has a new sibling (Luke) and at least 2 new dads (Barbatos and Diavolo. Simeon might chip in at times as well). Beel might end up acting like an uncle too. You have a large family in them, and a lot of support whenever you need it, even though Barbatos will often just stand off to one side smiling and occasionally offering advice.

- Blatantly invites the two of you to stay. He feels better with a mini him around, and despite not having any magic, your child could easily grow to be Diavolo’s next butler should anything ever happen to him somehow. He also really enjoys the idea of having a little family like this without the usual family stress. Your child really gets on well with everyone, even if not everyone trusts them. He’s clearly fond of them.

[platypanthewriter]

The Devil Looks After His Own Ch.3

Chapter One | Two

Little Steve Harrington is so lonely he tries summoning a demon with a ritual advertised on TV–but luckily, it doesn’t work, and a buff, non-human nanny hired by his mom shows up minutes later.  Years later, they’re best friends, and Steve still doesn’t know the truth.   For @magniloquent-raven​!

“Y’know, I did take payment,” Billy said, as he snapped and Steve’s cereal was just marshmallows, and Steve shook his head. Billy snapped again, and there was some cereal in there again. “You were trying to give that Camaro set away to some demon, and when I showed up, I took it.”

Steve paused, frowning at his bowl, because he liked the LEGO 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28.

“Unless you want it back,” Billy said, cocking his head to catch Steve’s eye, and Steve shook his head hard.

“No, no, I don’t,” he said quickly. “D’you...really really like LEGOs?”

“Uhhh,” Billy made a face. “I like making things with you, because you really like ‘em. But it’s not about what I want, it’s something important to you. And that set was your favorite, right?”

“...it was new,” Steve mumbled, kicking his feet. “But it’s not…”

“Not what?” Billy asked, cautiously, and Steve bit his lips together, wondering what to say.

“D’you want all my LEGOs,” he finally asked. “Y-you can have all of them. D’you—”

“Hey, hey, kiddo,” Billy laughed, as Steve swallowed hard. “Hey, it’s okay, my man, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not enough,” Steve said, squeezing his spoon so hard it dug into his hand, and blinking hard to clear his eyes.

“...brat,” Billy said, fondly. “All I’ve done is make you cereal a couple times. You’ve still got some credit, really.”

“You’re my best friend,” Steve squeaked out, not crying, but kinda sounding like it anyway. He tried not to sniffle. “Y-you’re my best friend, you—you’re worth more than LEGOs.”

“Shit, c’mere, kidlet,” Billy said, coming around to hug him. “Nothing here to cry about, you little weirdo, what—”

“Are you on sale,” Steve demanded, pulling Billy closer. “How come you’re cheap—”

“Oh my god,” Billy snickered, because he wasn’t taking anything seriously.

“Is this like the Woohoo! stickered meat at Safeway,” Steve asked, shaking him. “Are—are you old?! Billy are you gonna die—”

“No!” Billy cackled. “No, no, I’m—I’m fine—”

“Are you gonna get slimy like the old mushrooms we bought?!” Steve whined, crying for real, and Billy started laughing too hard to talk. “You’re not even listening,” Steve mumbled as Billy squeezed him tightly, stroking his hair.

“Lucifer falling,” Billy mumbled, kissing Steve’s head. “I’m okay, alright? I’m—I’m not past my expiration date.”

“When is it,” Steve asked anxiously, and Billy started snickering again, wiping his eyes.

“It’s not for a few thousand years,” Billy promised, and Steve mouthed it, wide-eyed.

“...oh,” said Steve, trying to figure out the math on the huge number. Even his dad, he was pretty sure, wasn’t more than a hundred. “...how old is my dad?” he asked, thinking, and Billy frowned thoughtfully.

“Younger than me,” he said, with certainty. “Maybe just a few hundred years old?”

“Oh,” Steve said, doubtfully, and then he squinted over at the card on the fridge. It said ‘Over the Hill: Congrats on the big 4-0!’ and Steve frowned at it. “...his birthday card says he was forty,” he said, and Billy stilled.

“...forty what?” he asked.

“...yeeeears?” Steve guessed, less certain in the face of Billy’s disbelief. “I...I think when my mom’s grandma died, she was seventy-eight. Years,” he added, for Billy. It had seemed like an impossibly large number at the time.

“...years,” Billy breathed, wide-eyed. “Not—not centuries, just years.” His grip tightened on Steve, and he finally looked upset. “You—you’re going to die in years.”

“...unless I get sick,” Steve told him honestly, and then wished he hadn’t, because Billy made a choking noise in his throat, and hugged him tighter. “Um, it’s—it’s a lot of years,” he muttered, into Billy’s shoulder, and Billy shook his head, sniffling.

“No, it’s not,” he breathed. “Fuck. Shit. I—damn it, kid.”

“It’s okay,” Steve told him, grimacing, and patting Billy’s shoulder. “Don’t cry. You—you can, um, you can get a...dog. You can play with my LEGOs.”

“That’s the most depressing picture, damn,” Billy muttered, wiping his eyes. “You sure you don’t want immortality instead of marshmallows, kiddo?”

“I-immune?” Steve muttered, frowning, and Billy messed up his hair. Steve yelled and batted at him, giggling.

“You wanna live forever with me, short stuff?” Billy asked, ducking away from Steve swinging a rolled-up magazine at him in revenge. Steve paused mid-swing, frowning suspiciously at him, and Billy laughed. “You wanna just be a kid and play with LEGOs forever?”

“...I wanna grow up,” Steve said, with certainty, after some thought. “And play with LEGOs.”

“...yeah, I figured,” Billy said, smiling a little.

“I want a credit card,” Steve told him, and Billy snorted a laugh. “...what happens to you when I die? Do you get to go home?” Steve asked, and Billy made a face. “...where is home?” Steve asked, more cautiously.

“Nowhere I wanna go,” Billy told him, messing his hair up again.

He looked kind of lonely all afternoon, Steve thought. There wasn’t much Steve could do about death, really, so finally he just hit Billy with a water balloon.

They took a long time to decide on a house for Billy. Finally Steve took all his kits out, and stared at them, while Billy fidgeted next to him on the bed.

“What if we put them all together,” Steve whispered, feeling like it was something forbidden. “I put them all together by myself already. We—we could make you a—a castle with a space shuttle on top, and a Millenium Falcon, and—and dungeons.”

“Those might come in handy,” Billy said, nodding, and Steve giggled. “I need a garage for my Camaro, too.”

“It’s a 1969 Chevrolet Camaro Z/28,” Steve told him, feeling like Nancy when she corrected people about dinosaur feathers.

Billy shrank down to the size of his hand and helped, running around the table and kicking through piles of loose LEGO to find pieces, and they added some things to support the weight of stuff hanging off the sides. Steve had been grinning so hard his cheeks were sore, his feet numb from sitting on them all evening, when his mom poked her head in, and Billy leapt through a LEGO window to hide.

“...what a mess,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “It’s gonna take you hours to sort these back into bags.”

“I’m making a tower,” Steve told her, since that was mostly what it looked like. “I’ll put all the extra parts away, though.”

“Eugh,” she said, and shut the door without remembering to say goodnight.

“How’d they get you as a kid?” Billy asked, from inside the haunted mansion, and Steve sighed.

“Probably I was on sale,” he muttered. “Dad will buy anything if there’s a coupon for it,” and Billy started laughing so hard he had to grab the fancy goblet stuck to the table, for support. Steve grinned, watching him standing next to the dangling skeleton. “You wanna try the elevator?” he asked. “It actually moves.”

“It actually falls, more like,” Billy said, making a face. His voice was kind of reedy. “No way.”

“...can you get...hurt, this size?” Steve asked, suddenly horrified, and Billy shrugged, leaning out to look at the elevator.

“My bones are tiny,” he said. “I could stay sturdy, but I’d weigh a lot, y’know, I’d probably break your LEGO set.”

“Oh,” Steve said softly, jerking his hands back from the set. “Do—do you need help getting down?”

“I’m fine, probably,” Billy said, and then promptly fell out as he tried to edge around the table, and Steve yelped and caught him in both hands. He weighed almost nothing, like a bird.

“Be careful,” Steve hissed at him.

“I can heal myself, probably,” Billy panted, wide-eyed, and Steve found another drawback of minifigure-sized Billy, when he tried to hug him, and had to just gingerly brush his cheek against Billy’s whole body.

“It doesn’t matter if you heal,” Steve hissed. “It still would hurt, right?!”

“...yeah, but if I fix it, I’m okay again,” Billy said, laughing, and Steve lifted him up so Billy was only a couple inches from his nose, and Steve could see his expression. Billy grabbed his thumb.

“...if I fall down the stairs and break my arms and my legs and my head open,” Steve said, remembering Billy’s panicked yell when Steve had slipped on the cement stairs outside, in the rain, and clonked his head on the rod-iron railing, “—is it fine if you fix it?”

“Holy crap, kid, don’t even say that,” Billy breathed.

“So it’s not okay if you fall down the LEGO stairs either,” Steve hissed, and Billy blinked at him, then laughed a little, and Steve could swear his face went a little red.

“I’m not human, short stuff. It’s different.”

“It’s not,” Steve said stubbornly. Billy waved to the Death Star, and Steve held his hand next to one of the conference room chairs, then grimaced. “Don’t fall again,” he told his tiny best friend. “I’m gonna put railings in,” he decided, rooting through the pile of discarded LEGO. “You can’t just fix yourself—”

“I do,” Billy said, laughing, and Steve stopped.

“...Billy,” he said softly, “—when?”

“...just...sometimes,” Billy said, climbing up on the table and kicking the Darth Vader minifigure in the head so it flew and knocked into the Palpatine minifig, which distracted Steve for a second, because it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.

He covered his eyes. “Billy.”

Billy groaned. “You know. Like the time I didn’t know not to put cold glass under the hot water, and it blew up in my hand. Or that time in the parking lot when you didn’t look, and that car almost crushed you against the cement divider, and I pushed you out of the way.”

Steve remembered that one—he’d been kinda mad about it, because Billy’d shoved him to the ground, and he’d skinned his knees—but he remembered he hadn’t said so, because Billy was pale and shaken, and made Steve promise about 900 things about car safety. “...you...fixed...the car hit you?!” he breathed, his hands twitching as he longed to hug Billy, but couldn’t grab him when he was so small. “You—the—”

“I fixed it,” Billy waved his hands, laughing. “It wasn’t expensive—”

“You—could you have—moved yourself, or stopped the car,” Steve whispered, sitting on his hands.

“I might have had to alter the driver’s memories if I teleported, though, and moving the car is expensive, too, how many LEGO sets you wanna burn through to keep me, Stevie—”

“...Billy,” Steve said blankly. His eyes stung.

“Don’t wanna wear out my welcome,” Billy said, laughing.

“These are all yours now,” Steve said, waving at the stacked sets, ceiling-high. “The-they’re all. Yours. If—if you need more we can—we can do. Something. Don’t get hurt. Even if you can fix it.”

“...you don’t need to give me all that,” Billy said, frowning down.

“I love LEGO but you’re more important,” Steve told him, gritting his teeth, because Billy should have known that, and if he didn’t, maybe Steve had screwed something up. “You’re super important, Billy.”

“...okay,” Billy said, sounding confused.

“Save the—the magic for nobody getting hurt,” Steve told him, crossing his arms. “Obviously. What—what are you doing, anyway, are you stupid?! Don’t get hurt, Billy. That’s an order.”

“Oooo, an order, big man,” Billy said, laughing.

“An order, and you have to listen to this one,” Steve growled.

“You told me I can decide what to do after I listen,” Billy said, because he was a dick, and Steve told him so.

“You’re being an asshole,” he whispered, so his parents didn’t hear.

“I’ll try not to get hurt,” Billy told him, tossing Palpatine out on the rug, “—but no promises. Keep that guy out there, he reminds me of my dad.”

“He can go in the dungeon,” Steve suggested. “You promise? You’ll try.”

“Yeah, yeah. Put Darth Vader down there too, he sucks.” They put Doc Ock and Harley Quinn in there too, and Jafar, a clown Billy thought looked suspicious, and a lady in a horned helmet Steve was pretty sure wasn’t on the side of the heroes.

“No innocent until proven guilty here, I guess,” Billy said, sitting on the edge of the pirate ship on the mansion’s roof, and kicking his legs. “Maybe she was born a minotaur, you ever think of that?”

Steve giggled, and put the horned lady out with the topiaries. “We can see how she behaves,” he said. “But she’s not the minotaur—”

“Put Dumbledore in the dungeon too,” Billy pointed a flag he’d wrested off the pirate ship. “He is not responsible about the safety of his school.”

“And this mafia guy,” Steve said, and Billy gasped.

“Profiling! You just assume he’s mafia?!”

“He has a gun and a chainsaw,” Steve snickered harder, but sat him up in the conference room.

“Elsa should go in the dungeon too, from Frozen,” Billy said thoughtfully, and Steve fell over laughing, because Billy had yelled for an hour after that movie. “She froze a whole damn country,” Billy pointed out. “Sure, she warmed it up eventually, but how many people froze in the meantime?!”

“Let it go,” Steve gasped, wiping his eyes.

“What about the dead babies, Stevie? Should I let them go?” Billy asked, his hands on his hips. He looked hilarious with one foot on the LEGO rigging of the pirate ship, flag in hand. “You got any blue frozen children we can put with her?”

“Oh my god,” Steve cackled, rolling onto his back. His stomach hurt.

As the school year went on, Steve made more friends. Billy looked kind of lost the first time Steve got invited away for a slumber party, but Steve couldn’t help thinking about how magical beings required a price, and wondering when he wouldn’t be able to afford Billy being his friend anymore.

He’d gotten more esoteric in his reading, since Billy wouldn’t answer certain questions, and he’d found Grateful Dead stories at the library, all about travelers finding a corpse and burying it, only to be helped by its spirit for years, like Cinderella and her dead mom giving her dresses. In his reading, those sounded the most like Billy, since he wasn’t exactly a genie. Steve racked his brain trying to remember a bird he might have buried, or roadkill he’d pushed out of the road, but Billy didn’t like talking about who he’d been before Steve, so he was reluctant to ask.

The thought that Billy might be dead, might just...run out one day and vanish, used up when he’d repaid his debt to Steve, was so lonely Steve clung to him for nearly a week, sitting in his lap as they watched TV at night, and not paying enough attention to anything Billy said. He was so bad at acting normal about it that Billy tried to take him to the doctor, and Steve had to get ahold of himself, and start planning for when Billy was gone.

He started by making friends. He complimented Barb on her tidy desk when they did coloring, and Tommy on his new boots, and Nancy on her treasure hunt clues at recess. He passed his fruit snacks around, and pretty soon other kids shared too.

Billy got quieter. After a few days, Steve drug him around the side of the gym again and hugged him, squeezing him as tight as he could, until he hugged back so hard his fingers dug in against Steve’s shoulder blades.

“I’m not bored of you,” Steve told him, sliding his fingers into Billy’s hair, and brushing his thumb over Billy’s earring. “You’re my favorite too.”

Billy sighed into his shoulder, burying his face in Steve’s neck, and Steve held onto him. “...you ever want me to leave, tell me, and I’ll go,” Billy said softly, and Steve shook his head frantically, hugging him tighter, clumsily, so Billy’s shirt hitched up under his arm, and Billy’s skull thudded against Steve’s jaw.

“I don’t want you to leave ever,” Steve whispered, so fervently his voice shook, and Billy sighed, relaxing in his arms. “...how...how long can you stay,” he whispered, sniffling back tears, and Billy twitched.

“What d’you—I can stay, Stevie,” he said softly, but Steve shook his head, pulling his hand back to wipe his eyes.

“Genies run out,” he hissed, crying harder. “Ghosts fade. What are you, Billy, how can—how can I—”

“Oh, shit,” Billy muttered, grabbing his face, and Steve laughed, sniffling. “No, no, I’m—I’m not leaving, I swear.”

“I-if I don’t ask for things?” Steve offered, and Billy bit his lips.

“You can ask for things,” he muttered. “I—I’ll just tell you how much it would be. You can give me more LEGOs.”

“Okay,” Steve told him, used to the weight in his stomach that was worry about Billy. He squeezed tighter.

That night, he couldn’t sleep, and Billy finally called over from his matchbox bed in the space shuttle. “You okay, kid?”

Steve stared at the ceiling, blinking back tears, and trying not to sniffle.

“...are you dead?” he asked, finally, in a scratchy voice that hurt his throat. “Billy?”

Billy ran down like six staircases through the sets to stand on Steve’s bedside table, and Steve put his arm out for Billy to scoot down. “What,” he said, climbing up to stand on Steve’s chest, and Steve tried not to move too much as he pushed his pillow more under his head, so Billy wouldn’t fall.

“Are you dead,” he asked. “Is—is that why you can...do things? And—and why you’re so old?”

“No, I’m not dead, what the—heck, kid,” Billy sighed, sitting cross legged on Steve’s chest like a little Disney fairy. He was cute, and Steve sighed, trying not to smile when Billy looked upset.

“...you’re not a fairy or a genie, exactly,” Steve said, wiping his nose. A tear slid down around his cheek, and dripped warm onto his neck. “Cinderella’s dead mom granted wishes.”

“...I thought that was a fairy,” Billy said, frowning distractedly, and Steve shook his head.

“I read a book in the library that said she was actually a nice ghost. Disney changed it.”

“Huh,” Billy said, raising his eyebrows, then shook his head. “Anyway, no, I’m not dead.”

“Good,” Steve said, swallowing hard, and Billy got up, nervously, and walked up to pat uncertainly at Steve’s chin. “I love it when you forget you can change size,” Steve giggled wetly. “Turn kid-sized.”

Billy did, his weight squishing Steve’s chest until he scrambled off, but Steve grabbed him, and hugged him close.

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[hallowxiu]

Mammon the Cat Mama

pairing: mammon & gn!mc

word count: 1.2k

summary: Mammon finds an injured cat and decides to nurse it back to health. Or The time Mammon brought almost twenty cats home. 

a/n: this isn’t anything romantic, but you can pretend your mc/oc is dating mammon or not if you want LOL 

You exchange a look with Mammon before you bring your attention back to what’s currently in front of you. “Hear me out.” The white-haired demon begins to explain, but you don’t need to hear him any further. 

“Lucifer will be mad.” You gently remind the second oldest demon. “I think you could have gotten away with it.” The second eldest nervously shifts behind you. He’s playing with the watch he’s wearing on his wrist, his foot tapping on the marbled floor. 

“Well, I only planned on just the one, but I ended up with a few more…” 

“I’ll say.” Your head tilts as you continue to stare down. In front of you, brought in by Mammon himself, was a small black cat that had a bandaged front leg. That wasn’t all though, because behind the small cat were another three, and stuffed in Mammon’s jacket were another four. “If you had just brought in the one--”

“Has Lucifer found out yet?” You turn around to see Satan walk in carrying six cats. “Because I would really like to see his reaction.”

“Where did you find all these cats?” Your brows furrow as you look between the two brothers. “Are you hiding any more cats I should be aware of?” 

Mammon gives you a nervous look, and before he can answer Beelzebub walks in. “Can I keep this one?” The redheaded demon is sporting an orange cat that’s happily nuzzling his cheek from his shoulder. 

“When you called me earlier saying that you found an injured stray cat and that you’d be bringing it home to take care of it, I thought you only meant the one cat.” You knew Mammon had a soft spot for animals, though he’d never admit it, so you weren’t surprised when you had picked up the phone to a distressed Mammon dealing with a hurt cat. You were sure Lucifer wouldn’t have cared if Mammon brought the one cat home to nurse back to health, but when you walked into the living room to see a room full of cats… 

“It had a whole family! I couldn’t just take the one home! That’d be like a crime!” Mammon tries to defend himself.

“I thought you said it was just the one cat?” You question as you glance around at the room full of cats. You wonder if the others will come in soon with more. 

“Well, when I came across it at first, it was just the one! Ya know, I just left that one witch’s house, ya know, the one who’s always mad at me for borrowin’ her shit.” 

“Usually it’s because you stole from her,” Satan interjects from where he stands with his group of cats. 

“Anyway, so I’m makin’ my way back home, and I hear this odd noise from the back of an alley.” 

“And you just followed the strange noise?” You question in disbelief. 

“Naturally!”

“It’s a miracle he hasn’t been killed yet.” Satan sighs and Mammon shoots him a look. 

“Watch your mouth. So, I followed the noise and I was led straight to this little cat who had a broken paw. It looked so cold and miserable, even me, the coldest demon in all of the Devildom, couldn’t leave it all alone! I had to pick it up and bring it home so it wouldn’t die.” He’s rubbing at the back of his neck as his gaze darts around the room. “And right as I was about to walk away with it, it’s entire family pops out of a dumpster nearby! So naturally, I had to call up Satan, the biggest cat fan in this entire place.” 

“You could have brought the cat back to the alley when you were done.” You inform the demon with a playful grin. “You didn’t need to bring almost twenty cats home. Lucifer is going to lose his mind.” 

“Well, I didn’t realize it would be a problem until I brought them all here!” 

“They are quite cute though.” You crouch down and offer your palm out to the black cat. “If Lucifer would let us keep them all, I’d be happy.” You watch as the cat rubs against your hand, a soft purring noise coming from it. “Although the amount we have might be pushing it.” 

“Nonsense. You can never have too many cats.” Satan welcomes more cats into his arms before the man sits on the floor. You watch in amusement as a majority of the cats crawl over to him, the demon smiling in content as they cover him. 

“I think Satan’s found his personal heaven,” Beelzebub comments and lets his cat down, watching as it runs to Satan as well.

“They sure do seem to like him.” You find yourself agreeing with the brother. “They must feel safe around him.” 

“They should be showerin’ me in love like that!” Mammon shakes his head as he watches his brother receive affection from the cats. “I’m the one who found them in the first place!” You laugh quietly and gently pinch at his cheek, watching as he grows flustered under your touch. As you pull away, you notice the black cat run up to Mammon before rubbing against his leg. The demon pauses briefly before leaning down and scooping the cat into his arms. 

“It seems this one has taken a liking to you.” Beelzebub says and gently rubs the cat’s head. You smile to yourself when watching the cat lean into his touch. “Probably because you saved it when it was scared. I wouldn’t be surprised if it ends up following you around like you’re its mother.” 

“You’re a cat hero.” You say and Mammon blushes in embarrassment.

“Please never say that again.”

“Why not? It’s true. No,” you tap at your chin thoughtfully, “you’re a cat mama.” 

“That’s even worse!” 

“Mammon the cat savior?” 

“Listen--”

“Mammon the cat whisperer.” 

“Stop it! Beel, hold this cat, will ya?” 

“Why?” You ask when he dumps the cat onto the redhead.

“Because I’m about to kill ya!” Mammon nearly has you in a headlock by the time the front door swings open, a disheveled and angry Lucifer glaring in. 

“Someone explain to me why I walked into cats everywhere? Why is there a cat trying to climb up my leg?” His jaw is clenched as he glares at Mammon in particular. “I don’t remember ever permitting to bring animals home.” 

“This is my favorite part.” Suddenly Satan is behind you, resting his arm on your shoulder as he leans forward, watching on with a smile. Before you can question what he means, you watch as a panicked Mammon picks up a different cat from the floor. 

“It was hurt.”

“It looks fine to me.” Lucifer is quick to argue. 

“Not this one! But the other one! And it was a giant cat family, so I couldn’t just take one home and not the rest.” Mammon’s trying to defend himself but quickly folding under his brother’s intense gaze. In a sudden decision, he shouts, “catch!” and tosses the cat to Lucifer before darting down the hall. You watch in amazement as Lucifer gracefully catches the cat before handing it off to Satan, only to chase down his younger brother afterward. 

“Mammoooon!”

[mint-yooxgi]

God did i get even more carried away with this. My brain is fried so punctuation and grammar go brrrr. Also idk if its just me or im noticing you’re into more feminine guys like taemin and with the revelation that you like jeonghan just strengthens that assumption. Can’t blame you tho, they’re beautiful 🤧 anyways… i don’t imagine you as a downright villain villain soooo ✌️😗

I have this feeling yandere winwin would be the silent one that lurks behind the shadows. He isn’t a villain but rather a vigilante that hides his identity while doing some hero stuff. Lol this sounds like batman He saw you one day doing your thing, so he observes, like he usually does to other villains before stopping them from their crimes. Problem is, is that love finds its ways to bloom in even the most desolate of places. He can’t seem to stop looking forward to your schemes every night and notices that you only go for the shitty rich people. You were different than the other villains, more like him, misunderstood, he- he liked that…. He falls deeper into curiosity, and kinda wishes you could feel the eyes longing for your attention. Oh but heres the catch, you do feel them, you have known he had been observing your escapades for a long while. He wasn’t as inconspicuous as he thought he was, blurry movement illuminated by the moonlight was proof of that. You knew that was him, you were expecting him afterall, the unknown hero of the night, because you yourself decided to check out if the rumors they say about him was true. And yet, he hasn’t made a single move on stopping you, infact he actually helped you have more time escaping. Like how you were running behind schedule and for sure thought that the police would get there before you could get away, but they didn’t. Someone gave an anonymous tip that made them late, broken their windows, put sharp objects on the road that wasn’t there before…..it was…. interesting. One night you got bored of not getting some action from him, so when you got to the place you frequented, you decided to stare right back at him and walked to where he was. Panicking he froze on the spot, he doesn’t know if he should bail or if he should stay. He stayed. Its up to you now what you say to him, maybe ask him to be your partner in crime perhaps?

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM LOVING THIS OMG!!!!!!! Okay, but, having him as a partner in crime would be so useful cause he knows what he's doing and always has like, ten backup plans ready in case even just one thing goes wrong, so you'd definitely want him on your team rather than against you. he doesn't even need to try too hard, either, he's just naturally stealthy and quick like that. Besides, you know what you say about the darkness, if you stare too long, it stares back 👀

Also, omg, yeah, I definitely think the more feminine looking guys are the ones to catch my attention, especially if they have long or light coloured hair. That's what drew me to Jeonghan in the first place was his long lavender hair, and Taemin's long hair during Lucifer era is what made me notice him in the first place too lol. But I think my taste is all over the place, cause my bias in seventeen is actually Seungcheol, with both Mingyu and Seokmin as my wreckers. Can't forget the soft spot I have for Jihoon lol, love those boys, they're so talented...

[leviathanswingman]

love is a losing game, chapter 4: jealousy is an ugly beast

“We can push you in on Wednesday at 10am, will that be alright?“

“Yes, that should work out, thank you.“

“Is there anything else I can-“

“Lucifer!“

Lucifer abruptly ended the call before Asmodeus, who had rudely thrown himself over his big brother, could have the chance to catch a glimpse at the caller ID on the display of his DDD. Although it was hardly a serious manner, Lucifer definitely didn't need his brothers all up in his business, causing a commotion because he had just scheduled an appointment with his doctor.

Everything would probably turn out to be fine anyway. Physically, Lucifer didn't feel much different than usual. He was strong and healthy, if it weren't for those strange spells of nausea and queasiness he'd been experiencing ever since Saturday morning.

Normally, he wasn't one to immediately run to the doctors at the tiniest of ouches, but this time, he knew something wasn't right.

His symptoms weren't merely physical. It was as if this horrible nausea was deeply anchored within his bones. Every time it flared up Lucifer's skin bristled with an inexplicable longing, ached for something that was just out of reach but also not quite unreachable yet.

The fact that Lucifer himself had neither knowledge nor control over this bothersome sickness of his drove him up the wall. He was not used to being clueless and he had unanimously decided that cluelessness was a feeling he did not agree with. So he had simply decided, if he didn't know what was going on, then why waste his time unnecessarily worrying about it if there were licensed professionals to clear his mind?

Asmodeus was still draped over Lucifer's body, standing on his tiptoes with his chin resting on  Lucifer's shoulder. Admittedly, Asmodeus was surprised to see that Lucifer hadn't shrugged him off already. As usual, Asmo was presently aware of the fact that most of his brothers didn't so much as appreciate his little shows of affection. Generally, affection was pretty much lacking in their family. For Asmo however, being touchy-feely was his sole way of conveying emotions. Due to his own nature he was easily misunderstood and because of that fact, he had learned to rely on his body instead. It was easier that way anyway.

After a moment Lucifer stiffened and pushed Asmodeus off.

As he removed himself from his older brother out of the corner of his eye he saw Lucifer sliding his DDD back in his back pocket. There was nothing particular about it, yet Asmo found himself suddenly filled with unease.

“Are you ready? It's been so long since we last went out together! If I remember correctly we last went out back in the celestial-”

Lucifer sighed deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Do not forget that I am here to keep an eye on you, Asmodeus. Do not mistake my kindness for foolishness. If I see you acting out of line I will not hesitate to drag you back to your room and let you rot in there.”

Asmodeus flashed his brother one of his trademark smiles. “Noted! Can we go now? I don't want to keep everyone waiting.”

With another sigh Lucifer pulled his coat a little closer to his body. “Of course, lead the way.”

They walked for around 20 minutes before they arrived in front of one of the clubs Asmodeus was a regular at. The air was crispy clean and it took Lucifer all he had not to shiver. He hated that he had to be here, but in the end, there wasn't much he could do about that now. After all, this was his very own way of doing damage control. If all it took to keep Asmodeus from blabbering to his brothers was a night out then Lucifer would make damn sure the night would pass without any issues.

Asmo strutted towards the bouncer with a grin on his face. The bouncer, who was apparently already acquainted with Asmodeus, greeted him with quick kisses to each cheek. They exchanged pleasantries for a while and Lucifer found himself mustering the mingling club goers with much disdain. Instead of having a nice evening in the music room, surrounded by some relaxing classic music with a good cup of tea where he could regret Friday's mistakes in peace, this was how he had to spend his Monday evening.

“Lucifer, come on!” Asmodeus exclaimed, finally done with his chit-chat with the bouncer. He waved his big brother towards him, a club stamp already drying on the back of his hand.

In this moment, Lucifer decided he really despised all of this.

With an exasperated sigh he pulled off his gloves and walked towards the bouncer, who gave him an intimidated smile before grabbing his hand and pressing a wet stamp on the back of it. The bouncer held onto Lucifer's hand for a second too long and Lucifer quickly retracted his hand as he felt that familiar sense of nausea crawl up his spine again.

“Oh, sorry Lord Lucifer, Sir! It's just that-” the bouncer stammered as Lucifer raised an eyebrow at him. “You have very pretty hands.”

Lucifer could hear Asmo snickering in the back as he subconsciously rubbed his hand and took a step back. H nodded courtly before following his little brother into the club, slightly taken aback. What was that about?

They made their way through the crowd of demons who were lingering at the bar and on the dance floor, happily swaying to whatever ear-demolishing electronic music was playing at the moment. As he followed Asmodeus Lucifer rubbed his temples.  At the end of the evening he would be rewarded with a splitting headache, he was quite certain of that.

As they reached their table they were greeted by a flock of demons Lucifer had never met before. Asmodeus went around the table once, exchanging pleasantries with every single one of them. Lucifer simply sat down after having acknowledged the round with a welcoming, yet simultaneously distant greeting.

The waiter came around and took their orders. Lucifer ordered nothing but a tall glass of water. After all he was here to keep an eye on Asmodeus' behaviour and make sure that things didn't escalate as they had way too often these past weeks.

Hours passed and except for Lucifer having to deny the advances of a particularly eager demon who attended the mixer, nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He leaned back in his seat and managed to relax a bit.

All evening, he had felt this never stopping nausea tingle along his every cell and despite his best efforts to ignore it, he remained all to aware of the sensation.

From minute to minute he found himself increasingly more annoyed with the demons Asmodeus chose to hang out with. They were pushy, shameless and didn't seem to care all that much about the fact that Lucifer didn't feel the need to participate in their incessant flirtations. How Asmodeus managed to deal with them so easily, Lucifer couldn't tell.

A while ago, Asmodeus had left the table with two somewhat intoxicated demons, ready to let loose on the dance floor. Lucifer kept a stern eye on them, but remained stagnant in his seat. He had told Asmodeus that he didn't feel the need to dance, which was nothing more than a lie yet also nothing less than a truth.

To be quite honest, he had remained at the deserted table mostly to make sure no one would have their way with the drinks.  Of course, demons had more loose morals than humans did, but that didn't mean demons with highly questionable intentions were non extinct among their kind.

Lucifer took out his DDD to work on an assignment he had transferred to his phone before he had left.

Just as he was about to start,  Asmo returned, slightly sweaty and out of breath. “Am I doing good, Lucifer?” he asked as he scanned the table for his drink, only to find it empty. “Guess I might as well order another one,” he huffed as he turned around, looking to see if there was a waiter nearby.

Lucifer put his phone back on standby and gave his little brother a once over. “I hardly think you-” he started, but was interrupted by the crowd suddenly going wild.

Asmo looked around, hoping to figure out what had caused the sudden commotion. In the end, he didn't have to search for all too long.

Lord Diavolo, Solomon, Simeon and Barbatos were just entering the club, all three of them with club stamps shining bright red on the back of their hands.

For a moment, Lucifer stared at the entrance without moving. He hated to be caught off guard and this was so much more than he had ever expected from this night, in the negative sense.

Meeting eye to eye for the first time after Diavolo had ditched Lucifer after an apparent one night stand was most definitely not on top of Lucifer's list of most favourable outcomings for a Monday night. Although he knew he would be alright in the long run, after all he took pride in being professional at all times, he would have preferred to be able to actually prepare for this meeting.

A waiter passed by the table and Asmodeus quickly waved them over. If one didn't know Asmodeus you would almost think he was panicking in the way his hands started to shake as he caught a glance of the commotion-causing guests.

Perhaps he was simply overly desperate for another drink.

“Another gin and tonic, please?” he forced out as he tucked his hair behind his ear with shaking fingers.

Lucifer looked at Diavolo one more time and without wanting to, ever so rudely and unasked for, he remembered firm muscles and even more than that; soft fingers tracing the delicate scars beneath his shoulder blades. Plump lips grazing along the nape of his neck. That deep, honeyed voice sinking through his ear canal right into his brain, implanting itself in there, like a parasite you had subconsciously invited in yourself.

The feeling of nausea doubled in the span of a second and all of a sudden, Lucifer's field of vision went blank. He gripped the edge of the table harshly, his nails digging into the cheap tablecloth, leaving behind ugly rips in red, slightly sticky plastic. After a few moments his sight cleared up again and his eyes focused on the waiter who was still waiting diligently in front of the table.

“Make that two. Go heavy on the demonus.”

“O- of course, sir. I will be right back!” As the waiter power walked back to the bar Lucifer allowed himself a second to breathe.

“Of all nights they chose to abandon their duties, why did it have to be this one,” he grumbled to himself as he sat down again, an unsettling feeling manifesting in his chest.

“Who are you telling that,” Asmo sighed as he dropped down onto the chair next to Lucifer. “Aphrodite has it out for me, I'm telling you.”

They both just sat there for a moment, united in both of their troubles, each lost in their own grief until the waiter gently placed two tall glasses of gin and tonic in front of them.

“Anything else?”

“No, I think we're good.”

That simple statement almost made Lucifer scoff. He was not even close to good. Just about now he was regretting every single decision in his life that had lead him to this point. If he hadn't given in to temptation he wouldn't be in this mess of a situation right now. If he hadn't given in, everything would still be proper and right and he didn't have to dread seeing Diavolo's annoyingly handsome face in public.

Lucifer grabbed his drink without hesitation and was joined by Asmodeus almost immediately.

“Cheers,” his little brother said with his voice uncharacteristically bleak and bland.

“Cheers,” Lucifer retorted in the same manner. The clink of their glasses filled the room as they were approached by that certain group of people they had both dreaded to see so much.

“Oh, Lucifer! It's rare to see you out of your office,” Simeon greeted. “In a club nonetheless.”

“I am solely here to keep an eye on Asmodeus,” he swiftly answered.

To an outsider, there wouldn't be anything particularly strange about the way their interaction went. Both parties were behaving in the most civil of manners, almost routinely so.

Although nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary, in his mind, Lucifer found himself running through possibility after possibility after every single interaction. He had already decided that he would simply pretend that Friday night had never happened. Still, it was much more difficult than that, since there was a stark difference between forgetting and acting as if he had forgotten. Every single one of his words was thought over precisely and calculated properly.

Still, there was a conflict inside of him that was still at war, looking for a way out.

Ignoring Diavolo was not a solution. After all, this was Diavolo he was talking about. Diavolo, the demon prince himself. Diavolo, the man who had lent his hand to Lucifer when he was at his lowest point in life. The man Lucifer had subsequently dedicated his life to.

However, there was that certain part of Lucifer that just couldn't let got. Even though he didn't have the right to feel as if he had been hurt, his heart told him otherwise. And this, Lucifer refrained to deal with because he knew, he did not have the right to feel as if he had been wronged. Neither him nor Diavolo had ever so much as hinted at the possibility of them being more than simple friends or partners. Accepting the right to feel wronged would be an act of utmost arrogance and entitlement, an act Lucifer could not pull off in all honesty. His arrogance had put him in this situation in the first place.

Lucifer took a big gulp of his gin and tonic as he watched Barbatos, Diavolo and Simeon join them at the currently vacant table. He felt the demonus run down his throat, spreading a comfortable heat in his stomach.

“It's been a while since we've all been out together, albeit today was unplanned,” Simeon started as he flicked through the menu with much interest. “So let's enjoy ourselves for once, hmh?”

“Certainly,” Barbatos agreed before he shifted his attention to Lucifer. “There is one question I would like to ask Lucifer though, if that is quite alright.”

Diavolo nodded his head as he grabbed a menu as well and started to scan the pages. “There's no need to ask for permission, just go ahead.” The demon prince kept his head buried in the menu and avoided any eye contact with his right hand man. Despite everything, Lucifer was not surprised. He had almost expected Diavolo to behave in such a manner.

“Splendid. I found myself quite taken aback by your sudden request to cancel Asmodeus' trip to the farms. The last time we conversed you seemed quite eager to send him there. What prompted you to change your mind, if I may ask?”

Lucifer looked at Barbatos, his eye twitching in annoyance. There was no fooling him. Logically speaking, there was no reason whatsoever for Barbatos to be asking for information. Due to his nature, Barbatos was quite literally all-knowing. If he asked for certain pieces of information that meant most certainly that there were ulterior motives involved.

“We have found an agreeable compromise, that is all. Take it as a sort of probation,” Lucifer answered just as Asmodeus chimed in, empty glass in hand.

“If I manage to behave I'll get rewarded, can you believe that?!”

Solomon shot Asmodeus a strange look that Lucifer certainly didn't miss as the waiter returned once again, ready for their orders.

Perhaps there was a bit more to Asmodeus' acting out than he had first expected. Lucifer stared at Solomon for several seconds for good measure, making sure that the sorcerer was aware of the fact that he had been caught red handed

Solomon returned his gaze without any hesitation.

For a moment an almost awkward silence filled the table before Diavolo started to blabber on about this and that, successfully clearing the awkward aura.

As the others lost themselves in the comfort of idle chitchat Solomon watched Lucifer for another moment before slowly nodding his head towards a far-away corner of the club. Lucifer took note of the action and nodded shortly. He didn't know why Solomon would feel the need to speak to him in private, but if this was what it took to get Lucifer away from that damn table he would certainly not miss that opportunity, even if that meant being forced to have a one on one with the shady sorcerer that your little brother was most certainly in love with.

Although Lucifer hadn't had more than half of his drink he felt nauseous with every additional second of Diavolo acting as if nothing had happened and failing ever so disgracefully with that one simple task of his. Whenever Lucifer so much as turned his head away from the demon prince he could feel those honey coloured eyes mustering him up and down, as if they were searching for an answer to a question they themselves didn't quite know.

Lucifer excused himself and left the table, heading towards the direction Solomon had hinted at. After a few minutes of waiting Solomon joined him. They stared at each other for several moments before Solomon spoke up.

“Sorry for the intrusion, but I felt inclined to speak up.”

“Speak up about what, Solomon? I do not have time for any of your games, so just spit it out while you are at it. I am really not in the mood tonight,” Lucifer answered.

“Your aura. It has changed.” There was a strange shimmer to Solomon's eyes. “But you're already aware of that, aren't you?” He crossed his arms in font of his chest and observed Lucifer, looking for a reaction.

“I do not know what you are taking about.” Despite his words Lucifer cursed inwardly. There was only one thing Solomon could possibly be alluding to. And of course, Lucifer had noticed the change. Hell, he had even scheduled a doctor's appointment because of it. Solomon was talking about that nauseating feeling which seemed to follow Lucifer no matter where he went. What else could he be talking about. There was no way those symptoms had conveniently appeared Saturday morning right after Diavolo had left him. They were too specific and too well timed to be nothing more than your common symptoms of sickness, Lucifer was painfully aware of that. Still, a part of his mind had tried to deny the facts until Solomon had decided to open his mouth. With -although an unasked for- second opinion there was no way for Lucifer to deny them anymore. Those were the consequences he now had to face, whether he wanted to or not.

“I did not tell you this to confront you, I just thought it was something you should be aware of. After all-”

“I appreciate the concern,” Lucifer threw in, interrupting Solomon in the process, “but your help is not needed here. Everything is under control. Now would you mind going back to the others before Asmodeus starts to worry?”

Solomon turned around to make his way back to their table, but was stopped by Lucifer catching his wrist in a strong hold.

“I do not appreciate seeing my brothers get hurt, so show some decency and treat him well,” Lucifer threatened, his voice a low grumble against Solomon's ear.

Solomon did not move. He did not have to ask who Lucifer was talking about. Of course he had noticed Asmodeus' erratic behaviour these past weeks but in all honesty, Solomon didn't see how he was involved in that affair. But still, he worried and to some extent, he could tell Lucifer was also acting out of a place of worry. So Solomon stood his ground and locked eyes with Lucifer.

“Although I think you are barking up the wrong tree here, I can assure you of one thing.” He shook Lucifer's hand off. “I would never hurt him.”

They stared at each other for another moment before they both pulled back and made their way back to their table, the air around them tense and quite uncomfortable.

“Where have you been?” Asmo whined as he saw the two of them finally return to the table.

“There was something we had to talk about, but it's all settled now,” Solomon answered as he slid into the seat next to Asmo, who seemed to be fairly drunk and threw his arms around Solomon sloppily as soon as the man had sat down.

Lucifer was once again nursing his drink as he lost himself in a senseless yet still enjoyable conversation with Simeon and Barbatos. Strangely and suddenly, he felt an uncomfortable sensation starting to settle in the pit of his stomach. It was an unexpected, ugly thing, tearing and pulling at his innards for no apparent reason whatsoever. Lucifer halted in his conversation and as his head shot up in surprise, his eyes unintentionally focused on Diavolo, who was lounging at the bar, lost in a conversation with one of the bartenders.

From afar, Lucifer could see that loopy, careless smile on Diavolo's face that he -even though he would be caught dead admitting it out loud- had grown somewhat fond of, as the demon prince chatted with the bartender. As Lucifer watched them, he saw the bartender reach out until his hand lingered on Diavolo's neck for far too long, in a manner that could solely be described as flirtatious.

All of a sudden, Lucifer felt like his entire body was sinking far down into the ground, rotting with every second he forced himself to watch the couple. He had no right to feel this way, yet he still couldn't rip his eyes off the sight of Diavolo ever so comfortable and ever so happy, lost in thought with that handsome bartender of his.

Jealously was an ugly beast. Right then and there, Lucifer couldn't hold his thoughts at bay, couldn't control them and file them away in neat little drawers, put them in categories of professional, acceptable and unacceptable. For once, his composure slipped and as it did, his head started to spin dangerously.

“I will be right back,” he excused himself quickly as he made a straight line towards the bathroom.

He tumbled into one of the stalls and quickly locked the door behind him, not caring about whether he had been seen by anyone or not. If anything people would just assume he'd had a bit too much demonus after all.

Lucifer was forced to his knees as his head buzzed with impeding darkness and his legs shook violently. He felt sick to his bones.

It was one foolish night where Lucifer had let his emotions slip and had allowed himself to indulge in what he'd been craving for, nothing more than that.

Even though he hated to admit to his mistakes, Lucifer could now safely say that in the span of one night, his life had turned into a big fucking mess.

The fortunes must really despise me, he mused as he found himself sprawled over a toilet seat, nauseous to the core.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3,  Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , Chapter 7, Chapter 8,  Chapter 9, Chapter 10

[roseybulb]

Unflinching

Spoilers for Lesson Six if you haven't read it. I would like to write more from Lenna's perspective the further I go in the game. There was a scene from a couple of lessons back that I may write from Lenna's perspective. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

“Lenna move.”

Since coming to the Devildom, Lenna had found herself in several unexpected situations. Making packs with two demons-one of which was prepared to kill her in a fit of envious rage, meeting a demon who was being held captive by his own brother in the attic, and part of her room being destroyed in yet another fit of rage but this time from the avatar of Gluttony. This wasn’t what she had signed up for. Lenna had been prepared to live her life constantly protecting her younger siblings until they all had moved out. Despite it being unwillingly, Lenna had left them and would not return for a year. Defensless. And with no one to protect, Lenna felt like something was missing. Until now.

She had moved without thinking. Lucifer was furious. Lenna knew he was going to hurt Beel and Luke. Luke who was so small compared to the towering demons that surrounded him, and Beel who was nothing more than a gentle giant as long as he could eat.

With her arms spread out in a protective stance, Lenna was reminded just how small she was compared to the brothers. With his wings spread and with his face twisted in rage, Lenna couldn’t help the trembling in her arms as she glared up at Lucifer.

“No,” she snarls. “I won’t let you hurt them.” She had to be brave. She was used to dealing with anger. She stood up for her siblings all the time.

Lucifers eyes flashed, “You dare to stand against me? A mere human?”

“Lenna what are ya doin? Move!” Mammon called out to her left. He was panicked. Lenna knew he wouldn’t try to interfere this time, Lucifer was the oldest so it was different from Levi. None of them would stand against their older brother. None of them would protect Beel or Luke but her.

She kept silent, guarding the two behind her despite all the protests. Lenna only wished her body would stop trembling.

Lucifer notices it, a cruel smirk growing on his face. “Look at you trembling. You’re afraid. Stand aside and your own punishment won’t be as severe.”

“Lenna please....” Beel says softly. “You don’t need to do this.”

“Yes, don’t risk yourself like this human,” Luke says. His own voice was trembling.

Deep down, Lenna knew that if Lucifer killed herself or Luke Diavolo would be upset with him. The problem was whether or not Lucifer remembered that in his rage. However, Lenna found she didn’t care. She wouldn’t move.

“I am afraid,” she says. “Terrified, I didn’t think I’d have to deal with this again. But...” she looks up, her brown eyes blazing against Lucifer’s stare. “You can’t hurt them. I’m sure Luke didn’t intend to steal the Grimoire and Beel is your brother. Your family, how can you hurt your brother? The oldest is supposed to protect their siblings!”

Lucifer rolls his eyes, “Don’t lecture me as to how I should treat my brothers. As for Luke...he should know better then to come into the House of Lamentation.” His eyes glow like the embers of a blazing fire. “What I’m going to do won’t kill them. You on the otherhand will not be so lucky.”

His hand raised and from it came dark shadows. They shot straight for Lenna and it was then that she let her fear show more than just the trembling of her body. It was written on her face, clear as day. She heard Mammon shouting and doors slamming the wall with the force of them opening.

And then nothing.

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“Lenna? Lenna please wake up....come back to me.”

When her eyes opened, Beelzebub probably could have cried in relief. Seeing her fall, her body crumple to the ground, had reminded him too much of Lilith. Of watching her fall. But all his seemingly washed away when she woke up, she was alive.

“Beel? What happened?” Her voice was rough, hardly more than a whisper.

“You passed out before you could get hit,” he explains. “I think it was from fear.”

Her eyes widened at his explaination, “Then...did you get hurt? How is Luke?”

He wanted to voice his thoughts about her being concerned for him when she had been the one to pass out from pure fear. She had been the one about to take the brunt of Lucifer’s wrath. But then he remembered she was only in that position because she was protecting himself and Luke.

He gently takes one of her much smaller hands in his, so fragile. He thinks its for his benefit rather than hers, needing yet another reminder she was alive by feeling her warmth. She interlaces their fingers together, her thumb rubbing against the back of his hand.

“The both of us are fine,” he starts, his gaze on their hands. “You’re fine too, well you aren’t hurt anyway. Lord Diavolo came in and stopped Lucifer before you could get seriously hurt. So make sure you thank him.”

“I will,” she responds. “Who brought me back here?”

“I carried you,” he says. The corners of his lips turn up in a small smile, “Mammon was mad that he couldn’t carry you, but I got to you first.”

She winces, “I should probably apologize to him. You know how he gets.”

He nods, falling silent a moment before asking his next question. “Why did you do it?”

“I’m sorry?”

He looks up at her, “Why did you protect us? Even after Lucifer said we wouldn’t be killed. You’re mortal, and your body is more fragile than ours.”

“Because...I’m your friend and I didn’t want to see you get hurt. You’ve been so kind to me and I couldn’t stand the idea of you being in pain when I could have done something about it.”

“But we wouldn’t have died,” he says. “It would have hurt but we’d still walk away. You wouldn’t have Lenna.”

That thought terrified him. Beelzebub couldn’t imagine waking up without looking across his bedroom and seeing Lenna tangled in the covers, her hair a wild mane around her face. Or hear her complain about the way some parts of her hair on the left side was white instead of black like the rest of it only to love it moments later. He liked the way she laughed and the way she smiled so warmly when he asked her to cook for him. Once she had climbed onto the counter to ruffle his hair. He wanted her to do that again.

He hadn’t realized he was looking down again when he felt her cup his cheek with her free hand. He met her gaze, startled by the tenderness he saw.

“But I did,” she says. “And maybe its only because of Lord Diavolo but I’m still here. Do you know what that means?”

He shakes his head, hands tightening around hers.

“That means fate has other plans for me,” she starts. “There is still something I need to do before I die.”

“Like what?”

She pauses, something flashing behind her eyes before she smiles warmly at him. “Feeding you of course, what else?”

He laughs softly, “Right.”

He was certain she was hiding something. She had thought of something else entirely before answering him. Even after Beelzebub made a pack with her in thanks and she explained to him why she was making packs with all of his brothers, he was still certain there was more to the story. But for now he would be thankful that she was alive and he would do whatever he could to ensure that never changed.

[hells-angel]

The Princess of Hell - Part 1

This is my first time writing so I hope you guys like it. This will be a Supernatural x archangel reader. It will be a series that will start in season 10. So basically its about the reader being an archangel joining the supernatural. I’m still thinking if I should include romantic interest.

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 " I still think this is an absurd idea!" Crowley argued, his frown and voice deeper than usual. As their footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway in hell.

 "This is our only choice, if what Metatron said is true about it being God level magic, this is the only way"

 "I admit it's a risky plan but if it's the only thing that will help Dean..." Castiel said as they glance at the said man. Dean was remaining quiet throughout the whole ordeal, despite it concerning him.

"Do you know why no demons nor prince of hell dare wake her up? Because she's the damn princess of hell, hell’s angel, the next bad thing to Lucifer himself!" Crowley nearly shouted just to get his opinion drilled into the three idiots who might plan to release another evil in the world. Unfortunately those idiots are stubborn as hell.

"Is that the only reason Crowley? Or is it because she will threaten your position as the king of hell?" Sam suspiciously asked. All eyes then land on Crowley, who were walking in front of the group.

"...well, that’s another reason .....but that's not the point!" Crowley subtly explained before he realize what he was about to say to the younger Winchester.

 "as soon as we get what we want from her, we can just reverse the spell and let her fall asleep again” Sam said, letting Crowley’s remark slide as Crowley come into a complete stop in front of them.

"Here we are lads, it’s not too late to change your minds and run back” Crowley said as they all admire the double door, decorated in black gems and such in front of them.

"What are you waiting for? Open it" Dean impatiently said, his first words ever since they come into hell. Crowley just rolled his eyes and nonchalantly took out a key out of his pocket.

The moment Crowley twist open the key, the door made rumbling sounds as it creaks open revealing a hallway as torches light up one by one, leading to another door, but this time the door looks old and broken.

The group walk through the hallway in silence, all of them preparing for whatever that might greet them. Dean look back behind his shoulder, waiting Sam and Castiel’s nod of approval before he twists the doorknob open.

The door opened up to reveal a very large room contrary to the small door outside. And despite it being hell, the room was all white, with one bed in the middle. the only source of light in the room was the moon that can only be seen through the large window behind the bed.

But despite all this, the group's eyes only focus on the person or rather archangel sleeping on the bed. It was almost like the fairy tale, sleeping beauty. Her hair laid on the pillow carefully like a water flowing through. Her face held nothing but peacefulness and nothing more. The white sheets of the bed compliment her pale skin and red lips.

The group just stare at her for a half a second before they all snapped out of it.

"Well I'll be damned, Didn't expect the princess to be such a beauty" Crowley remark, his voice heavy with accent. He continued to stare at her, she was clearly different than what the rumors say about her. While the king of hell is busy admiring the archangel, the boys and the angel worked for the spell and trap.

"Are we ready?"

Sam asked as he look around the room. Checking one last time for everything. The handcuffs were secured on her hands, and a ring of burning holy fire surrounding the bed just in case and of course the ingredients and spell needed to wake her up.

Without further ado. Sam started the spell. Carefully and precisely saying each word, everyone held their breath as Sam spoke the last of word of the spell, they wait for something or anything to happen.

"Did you say the spell right?" Castiel asked when nothing un-ordinary seems to be happening.

"Yes! I don't know what went wrong" Sam said panicking as he read the spell one more time.

"I guess we're back to zero" Dean dejectedly said, disappointed. After all, she was their last chance on removing the mark. But when all hopes seems lost,a groan come from her, all eyes immediately shift towards her form on the bed.

You flutter your eyes open as a familiar ceiling greeted you and an unfamiliar burning sensation surrounding your body. With a groan you sat up on the bed only to find your hands bind together and the bed surround in what you assumed as a burning holy oil. Four unfamiliar beings surround you.

Two were humans, an angel and a demon.

"Who the hell dares to wake me up?!" You threaten as a yawn escape your mouth, then you glare at them causing them to stand stiff. All of them were on guard, but the heavy atmosphere disappeared as soon as you said your next words.

 "…is that what I'm supposed to say?" You playfully asked as you rub away your eyes of sleep. The Four men confuse or too stunned to even do anything. You certainly were not what they were expecting.

"What the hell’s going on? No pun intended. What year is it? Castiel? What are you doing in hell? What are you guys doing in here? Did you wake me up? Where's Azazel anyway? His supposed to keep anyone out of here"

 You fired questions one after another, as you look around the room. It looks exactly as the last time you remember it, except for the fire and the strangers.

 "We...ah....needed your help" Sam was the first to speak as he cleared his throat and asked you as he was the first one to recover from your bombardment of questions.

“You needed my help so you woke me up but here you were cuffing me with this and trapping me in fire?" You mumbled as you put up your hands and examined the handcuffs decorated with different runes, preventing you from using your grace. despite not speaking for a long time, your voice was not hoarse at all.

 "We can explain for that" Sam awkwardly mumbled and look at Castiel for help,

"Y/N" 

Castiel called you gaining your attention immediately. last time you met him his vessel was a woman.

"Castiel, it's been such a long time, I guess. As much as I want to catch up with you, may I asked first where’s Azazel?"

 "His dead...for a very long time" Castiel replied as they all watch your face turn from confusion into a cold one.

 "Hmm I see, that explain why you...ah ..things get in here, then whose in charge now?"

 "That would be me, darling. My names Crowley, the King of hell" Crowley proudly introduced himself as he step forward and smiled at you, all fear seems to have been lost with your carefree vibe.

 "I dont care either way who’s in charge in hell, my condition was simple. no one, and I mean no one bothers me, I made sure to tell every creature there is what would happen if they so much breath an air in this room, so why the actual hell are these puny things doing in here?”

 Your words suddenly turn cold and sends shivers down theirs spines, your eyes turn into red but soon fade due to the handcuffs, all the while you continue to glare at him, Crowley gulp and seems taken aback, he then look at the others with the ‘ I told you its a bad idea’ look.

 “Y/N, we didn’t mean to disturb you. We just need to asked you a question and after that we can put you back to sleep again”

 Castiel calmly explain as the flame start to died down. You stare at the angel for a long time, debating inside your head on what to do, Castiel was a soldier you can trust, that much you can assure. But not knowing what had been happening for so long and what the hell is happening, you can’t help but be suspicious.

 In the end you decided to trust your instinct, You took a deep sigh and close your eyes to calm down.

 “Alright, but first tell me whats have been happening while I was asleep?”

 “where do you want to start?”

 “did the apocalypse already happened? Or if not forget what I said”

 With the word apocalypse everyone exchange looks before they start explaining what happened for the last few years. Sam and Dean stopping the apocalypse, Castiel opening the purgatory,  the leviathans, the almost opening of gates of hell, the fall of the angels and of course the Mark of Cain, the very reason they woke you up in the first place.

 “..and Metatron said removing the mark is God level magic or Lucifer level, but we can’t exactly asked Lucifer for help, you’re the only archangel available”

 Sam finished, while he sat in front of you, Dean beside him taking a sip of a bottled beer and Catiel beside you listening the whole time. In the middle of Sam’s story of them saving the world countless times, Crowley got bored and decided to snap the four of you back to what they call bunker. And of course you’re still in handcuffs, the boys have too much trust issues to let you free.

 While everyone awaits for your reaction or any kind of response, you just blankly stared at the air, processing everything that had happened. They were expecting a response such as about your brothers death or a snarky remark but what come out of your mouth definitely was not what they expected.

 “What does demon blood taste like?”  You asked Sam, the seriousness and curiosity in your eyes catching them of guard.

 “he just told you everything and that’s what your gonna asked?” Castiel glance at you while you just shrug your shoulders and grinned at them.

 “what? I’m curious”

 “Told you shes another odd ball” Dean mumbled to Sam as he took another sip of his beer.

 “anyway, can you remove the mark?” Sam asked after giving his brother a bitch face.

 “are you crazy, Metatron just said its Lucifer level magic, do I look like Lucifer?”

 You wittingly remark as you took the bottle of beer and sniff it only to frown from the strong scent, while they exchange look, you were definitely different than your brothers.

 “but you know how? Right?” Sam carefully asked, his hope in saving his brother getting dimmer and dimmer every second.

 “hmm maybe? What in it for me?”  You tease as you grinned at them.

 “you tell us or we’ll send your dead body back to hell” Dean snapped as he slammed his hands into the table. Startling you a little, seeing the seriousness in everybody, you decided to help them out, besides you got a feeling that you shouldn’t get on Dean’s bad side.

 “That's not possible, If you even manage to kill me I’ll definitely go to the empty and what you’ll toss in hell is my vessel” You wittingly replied but one look from everybody, you immediately cleared your throat.

“ it’s actually fairly easy...” you started as everyone attentively listen. “...you just have to kill Sam”

 Everyone have been too stunned to say anything, the atmosphere had become heavy as Dean glance at Sam who also glace at him, as if their asking each other. But the tense atmosphere broke as your giggles filled the library.

 “I’m just joking”

 Dean was about to jump over the table and probably punch you, Luckily Sam and Cass stop him. Now Dean takes back what he though about you being different from your douche bags brothers, you’re just as annoying as your them.

 “Stop joking around!”

 “you can’t take a joke can you? I don’t really know about the mark in case you don’t know when I was created Lucifer already have that mark, can you believe that my first memory was my four brothers damn faces looking at me like I’m some kind of a dog and I was –“

“you’re getting side track, so you can’t remove the mark?” Castiel asked as he cut you off.

“let me finish, I can’t remove the mark but theirs this spell that specifically removes damnation, someone mentioned about it to me a very long time ago about a nun who went crazy and wrote spells with her own skin and blood”

“who told you about that?” Castiel asked his curiosity getting the best of him.

“My vessel was a nun, you know gossips between nuns"

You playfully grinned as Castiel nod in understanding while Dean watch in disgust with the exchange between you two.

 “you mean the book of the damned” Sam excitedly asked, seems like hope was definitely not loss.

 “bingo!” you cheerfully sang, reminding them of a certain archangel.

 “Charlie is on her way to check that out, I’ll give her a call” Sam excitedly asked as he stood up and went out of the library, leaving you with an angry Dean and a socially awkward angel.

“and your willing to tell us this because?” Dean asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes on you.

“hmm I wonder”  You childishly answered back as you attempt to took a piece of a pie but Dean slap your hand away causing you to pout.

“give me one! I told you that valuable information you know!” you angrily snapped at him as you attempt to take another pie but Dean took the entire plate of pie away from you.

“nothing in this world is free, there must be some catch why you’re telling us this” he demanded, glaring back at you.

“you ungrateful brat, why can’t you just be thankful that I even told you that, drop dead!”

“that’s it! Cass take the spell, were gonna force her to sleep again” Dean said as he put the pie away from you and started to make his way towards you.

“what! No! I don’t want to!” your eyes widen as you heard his plan to bring you back to hell, so with all your strength you ran away from the opposite direction.

“calm down both of you!” Castiel intervene as Sam entered the the library to see you running away, hands bind in cuffs as Dean chase you away followed by Castiel.

“what the hells going on” Sam said asked in disbelief as you ran towards him and hide behind him, his towering height completely blocking you from Dean. Dean immediately getting his brother away from you.

“get away Sam, were gonna send that bitch back to sleep!” Dean angrily said while glaring daggers at you.

“I don’t want to!” you shouted back as you peak behind Sam. 

“wait Dean” Sam asked as he turn around to face you while Dean calm down, for now. 

“why don’t you want to go back to sleep? You got pretty angry when we woke you up” Sam softly asked. you don’t have any obligation to answer him but Sam’s puppy eyes and soft voice somehow convinces you that it’s okay. 

“I don’t have any reason to sleep anymore” You barely whispered but everyone still manage to hear. 

“why did you even sleep in the first place?” Cass asked

“...at that time, it was the most favorable option” you answered back while you took your original seat again.  

“what do you mean?” 

“you wouldn't understand”

“try us”

Sam urge you and somehow deep inside you, someone was telling you that’s it’s okay to tell them, that’s there is nothing to worry about. 

“I was scared, or more like traumatized. Seeing my brothers fight each other to death was too much” you started as you look down at your lap, remembering memories you thought you would never again have to remember. 

“If you’ve only seen how much hate they have with each other how much destruction they've cause. The apocalypse had been set for a very long time, it was inevitable...” you continued not noticing Sam glancing at Dean in understanding. 

“...and I didn’t think I can bear to watch them kill each other again, so I look for a spell to allow me to sleep for a very long time, with that I won’t have to watch them kill each other or watch the end of the world” you finish as you await everyone’s comment on how cowardly it was or whatever, but instead Sam’s comforting hands was place on your head, ruffling your hair.  

“you’re just like Gabriel”

you don’t know what or how,  but somehow your heart feels warm. The Winchesters think it was a good idea to keep you in the bunker rather than letting you free out there, after all, you’re still a fallen archangel, plus they’re not sure whether to trust you or not, especially Dean. 

“Sammy?!” Dean called, his voice echoing throughout the bunker. 

“In here!” Sam answered back, Dean followed his voice in the kitchen. 

“we have a cas-wait! Is that my shirt?! And my pie?!” he start but as soon as his eyes landed on you, his anger definitely skyrocketed. 

“ah yeah, I don’t have any clothes I don’t think you’ll appreciate me walking around naked” you calmly replied while being sarcastic. 

“Sam! She’s wearing my Clothes!” Dean complained to Sam, like a kid complaining to his mother. 

“Dean, it’s just a shirt, you have plenty of those” Sam explained, as he take his eyes away from his laptop for a second to look at the older Winchester. 

“why not your shirt?!” Dean depended, definitely not please of you wearing his clothes.

“my clothes are too big for her” 

“shes eating my pie, Sammy! Nobody eats my pie! Why are you even eating, you’re an angel, angels don’t eat!” Dean angrily said pointing at you. 

“correction, I’m an Archangel, we don’t eat but we can, this doesn’t taste like anything but I like the way it feels in my mouth, it’s soft” 

“Sam!”

“Dean, it’s okay”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Abandon All Hope: Final Part

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,911

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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“That's my girl, you're okay, honey,” Ellen whispered to her daughter as she held her.

Jo wasn’t looking too good, and you were trying everything you could not to break down here and now. You’ve been using your magic to heal the wound, and it’s been working, but her body has been drained of so much blood that even if the wound was closed, she wasn’t going to make it.

“Now we know where the devil's gonna be, we know when, and we have the Colt.”

“Yeah. We just have to get past eight or so hellhounds and get to the farm by midnight.”

“Yeah, and that's after we get Jo and Ellen the hell out of town.”

“It won’t be easy.”

“What about a stretcher? I can use my magic to conceal them from Meg or whoever looks at them,” you suggested.

“I'll see what we got,” Sam said, turning to leave when Jo stopped him.

“Stop. Guys, stop. Can we, uh, be realistic about this, please? I can't move my legs. I can't be moved. My guts are being held in by an ace bandage. We gotta—we gotta get our priorities straight here. Number one, I'm not going anywhere.”

“Joanna Beth, you stop talking like that,” Ellen choked up.

“Mom. I can't fight. I can't walk. But I can do something. We got propane, wiring, rock salt, iron nails, and everything else we need.”

“Everything we need?” you wondered.

“To build a bomb, Y/N.”

“No. Jo, no, that’s crazy!”

“You got another plan? You got any other plan? Those are hellhounds out there, Y/N. They've got all of our scents. Those bitches will never stop coming after you. We let the dogs in, you guys hit the roof, make a break for the building next over. I can wait here with my finger on the button, rip those mutts a new one. Or at least get you a few minutes' head start, anyway.”

“No, I—I won't let you,” Ellen cried.

“This is why we're here, right? If I can get us a shot on the devil—Dean, we have to take it.”

“No!” Ellen shouted, looking at Dean. “That’s not—”

“Mom, this might literally be your last chance to treat me like an adult. Might wanna take it?” she coughed.

Ellen starts sobbing, and you let tears fall from your eyes at the realization that Jo isn’t going to see tomorrow… and Ellen might not either.

“You heard her. Get to work,” Ellen sniffled.

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you and the Winchesters set out to make the bombs, filling them with nails and rock salt for shrapnel. All of those bombs took time, and it was night fall when you finished. Sam takes Jo’s hand while Dean strings the wire to the button she will hold.

“Okay, this is it. I'll see you on the other side. Probably sooner than later,” Dean chuckled humorlessly.

“Make it later,” she sighed.

Dean puts the button in Jo’s hand. She didn’t like this even though it was necessary for survival. He kissed her forehead meaningfully before pulling away. Ellen came back and took a seat next to her daughter. Mother and daughter stared at one another before Ellen smiled.

“Mom, no.”

“Somebody's gotta let them in. Like you said, you're not moving. You got me, Jo. And you're right, this is important. But I will not leave you here alone.”

“Ellen,” you got tears again.

“Get going now,” she sniffled.

“Ellen!”

“I said go,” she urged. The tears wouldn’t stop leaking from your eyes even as you forced yourself to walk away. “Dean? Kick it in the ass. Don’t miss.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.

“I am so sorry,” you whispered.

Ellen got up, unchains the doors, sweeps away the salt line, opens the propane tanks, sits back down next to Jo, and hugs her. Dean forced you out the back door even though you didn’t want to. As you were climbing down the fire escape, you were sobbing quietly. Jo was your only good girl friend, and Ellen was like a maternal figure in your life. It was hard knowing you were leaving them in there to die. As soon as your feet touched the ground, you three began running down the alley. When you got far enough, the hardware store exploded, and you turned to watch it burn.

“JO!!” you screamed, but Dean covered your mouth before anyone else could hear.

“Come on,” he urged.

He had to force you to follow them before you could follow on your own. You kept your sobs quiet as you ran to the farm and through bushes. When you arrived at the scene, dozens of men stand in the field, their attention on something you couldn’t see.

“Guess we know what happened to some of the townspeople,” Dean noticed.

“Okay, last words?” Sam asked.

“I think I’m good,” Dean nodded.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“I love you both so much,” you blurted out, wiping away the dried tears.

“Here goes nothing,” Dean breathed heavily.

Sam got up and walked out in the open with a shot gun even though it wouldn’t do any good on the Devil. Dean took your hand and led you across the way to have a bit of surprise on him.

“Hey!” Sam yelled, approaching Lucifer. The devil turns and drops the shovel in his hands. “You wanted to see me?”

“Oh, Sam, you don't need that gun here. You know I'd never hurt you. Not really.”

“Yeah? Well, we’d hurt you,” Dean grinned, coming out in the open.

You trailed behind with your eyes glowing bright blue and magic swirling around your hands. Dean pointed the Colt at Lucifer and shot him point-blank in the forehead. The angel fell to the ground, but none of the men surrounding you do anything about it.

“Is that it?” you asked.

After a minute or so, Lucifer took a deep breath and sat up.

“Owww,” he complained. The hole in his head started closing as he stood up. “Where did you get that?”

Lucifer had a look of murder in his eyes, and when he approached Dean, you knew he was going to hurt him. Without thinking, you rushed in front of Dean just as Lucifer’s fist came up to punch Dean. Your hand made contact with his, but a layer of magic separated the two kinds of flesh. Your eyes only glowed a brighter blue the more magic you exerted on the archangel. He was impressed you could do this, but he knew he was more powerful than you were.

“Even locked away in a cage, Amara is still a pain in my ass,” he chuckled.

He used more of his strength to knock you to the ground, and he still managed to punch Dean right into a tree which knocked him out. He walked away from you, and you scrambled over to Dean to help him.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Lucifer growled.

“Dean? Dean!” you panicked, putting your blue hand to his forehead.

His skin absorbed the magic you gave him, and he opened his eyes as soon as it did its thing.

“Now, where were we?” Lucifer chuckled. Sam watched with a horrified look as he picked up his shovel once more. “Don't feel too bad, Sam. There are only five things in all of creation that that gun can't kill, and I just happen to be one of them. But if you give me a minute, I'm almost done.”

Lucifer goes back to digging in his hole, and Sam looked at you to make sure his brother was alright. When you gave the nod of approval, he focused back on the angel.

“You know, I don't suppose you'd just say yes here and now? End this whole tiresome discussion? That's crazy, right?”

“It's never gonna happen!”

“Oh, I don't know, Sam. I think it will,” Lucifer goes back to digging. “I think it'll happen soon. Within six months, and I think it'll happen in Detroit.”

“You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna kill you myself, you understand me? I'm going to rip your heart out!”

“That's good, Sam. You keep fanning that fire in your belly. All that pent-up rage. I'm gonna need it,” he grinned.

Sam visibly calmed down, looking at the townspeople still all around him.

“What did you do? What did you do to this town?”

“Oh, I was very generous with this town. One demon for every able-bodied man.”

“And the rest of them?”

“In there. I know, it's awful, but these horsemen are so demanding. So, it was women and children first. I know what you must think of me, Sam, but I have to do this. I have to. You of all people should understand.”

“What's that supposed to mean?” Sam asked, and Lucifer dropped the shovel.

“I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. One day I went to him and I begged him to stand with me, and Michael turned on me. He called me a freak, a monster. Then, he beat me down all because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own. Tell me something, Sam, any of this sound familiar? Anyway. You'll have to excuse me. Midnight is calling and I have a ritual to finish. Don't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would.”

Lucifer turned to the hole he dug and began chanting as did the demons around him. Sam rushed over to you and Dean, and you helped the older brother sit up.

“Now repeat after me. We offer up our lives, blood, souls to complete this tribute,” Lucifer chanted, his disciples repeating after him.

One by one, the demons flash gold and fall over, dead. You and the Winchesters looked at Lucifer like he murdered an entire town—oh wait, he did.

“What? They're just demons,” Lucifer shrugged, going back to stare at the mass grave.

The ground starts to rumble, but Castiel appeared next to you three. He placed his finger on his lips to signal to you to be quiet. He used his abilities to teleport all three of you out of there and back at your dad’s house.

All of this, and Ellen and Jo died for nothing.

The glasses from Ellen and Castiel’s drinking competition are still on the table. The TV is on, showing a tornado with a caption that reads, “STATE OF EMERGENCY, Paulding County" and "KOUA 16".

“Just received an update that the governor has declared a state of emergency for Paulding County, including the towns of Marion, Fetterville, and Carthage. The storm system has reportedly touched off a number of tornadoes in the area,” the TV reporter announced.

You, Dean, Sam, and your dad all gather around the fireplace. After you told your dad what happened and how Ellen and Jo died for nothing, he didn’t say anything about it. How could he?

“Death tolls have yet to be estimated, but state officials expect the loss of life and property to be staggering.”

Your dad held a copy of the picture that was taken earlier. No one could bear to even look at the damn thing, so he tossed it into the fire and just watched it burn…

Like the rest of the world will do.

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