#lance x barbatos

[obeymeblorbos]

When Lance and Lyza turn into dogs and Lucifer and Barbatos just happen to find them!

Lance aka @obeythedemons

Lance - he/him. Lyza - She/Her

Pairing - Lance x Barbatos, Lyza x Lucifer

Trivia fact - Lance is VERY ticklish behind his ear and it's a good thing Barbatos knew! Here's the fic where it was disclosed 😂 Also, Lyza got scared that the world looked huge 😭

Mammon had two huge lumps in his jacket when he entered the House of Lamentation. A low yelp made Mammon take shelter behind a pillar and look around. On finding no one there, he let out a sigh of relief and turned his attention to his jacket.

 “Oi, keep quiet!”

This time, there was a slightly distinct bark which made the Avatar of Greed pull two dogs outside. One was a Barbet with a chocolate brown coat whose intelligent eyes held disappointment when they fell on Mammon. The other was a Pomeranian with black coat who seemed to be panicking as her huge eyes looked around uneasily. The Barbet, Lance turned to the Pomeranian, Lyza and put a paw on her head as if in reassurance. The smaller dog stopped fidgeting and sat down under the comforting gesture of her friend. 

Mammon looked at the exchange with a slight blush. G’aaaah the exchange students were so cute even in their dog form. Maybe, he should keep them that way and hide them in his room. 

When he sat down to admire them, the dogs turned their eyes towards the demon and barked again. Eh? His plan seemed to have met with disapproval from the Council of Dogs!

“Yea’, yea’. I know! I gotta find a way to get your human forms back! But ya look cute like this, y’know? Maybe learn a few tricks so that the Great Mammon can use you to earn sweet, sweeeet Grimm.”

The Pomeranian began crying in misery. She had been short all her life but her current height made the past tame in comparison. The Barbet rolled his eyes at Mammon. He couldn’t begin to describe how angry he felt. His plans to go to the Palace to surprise Barbatos seemed far from reality now so he urged Lyza to leave and find someone more reliable in dog language.

“O-Oi, Lyza! Don’t cry. Lance, don’t leave me here! I was just kiddin’.”

“Oh Mammon? What were you kidding about?” Lucifer’s voice from behind made Mammon jump a few inches in the air. 

“GAAAAAAH! O-O-Oh Lucifer, b-big bro! No-Nothing at all. You know how Mammon is. A very serious demon, hahahaha!”

Lyza sprinted towards the Avatar of Pride but since her vision was hazy due to tears, she crashed against his leg and fell sideways. Lance shook his head but looked at Mammon with narrowed eyes, as if to say, “Not that I am happy but not that I am sad either because this is your fault to begin with. You’re done for, now.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows at the dogs and picked up the one nearest to his leg. Lucifer and Lyza, still in her dog form, stared at each other before she barked softly and began wagging her tail with a happy expression.

The demon laughed and the air was filled with a melodious rumble., “I didn’t expect you to be so cute in dog form, Lyza.”

Lyza stopped moving once she realised that he knew. Of course, he did. He was Lucifer. She pouted and tried to bite his nose but she was out of reach.

Lucifer booped her nose and grinned. “Well, well. Someone is naughty today~”

When Lance barked, Lucifer pulled Lyza close to his chest securely and looked at him. “Oh, don’t worry, Lance. I’ll turn you back soon. I must apologise for my brother’s stupidity.”

Lance felt the ground beneath his feet disappearing as he barked in fear. That wasn’t normal for dogs! What was happening?

“Caught you, Little Lamb.”

Mammon, who was seated in the middle of the war zone in defeat, screamed again at the intrusion. “G’aaaaah! B-Barbatos?”

Pulling Lance close to him, Barbatos looked at him and smiled softly. “What a pleasant surprise! To find that my Little Lamb has turned into a Little Dog. Would you like a scratch behind your ears? Or perhaps a treat for being such a good boy?”

The teasing tone made Lance want to hide somewhere. Little did he know that Barbatos would subject him to dog jokes, the same as Luke, for quite a while to come…

The demon was pleased to see Lance’s tail wag involuntarily as a slight shiver went down his spine. With a sly smile, Barbatos tickled Lance’s neck. When Lance yelped and wriggled in the demon’s arms, Barbatos held him more firmly. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you escape. Ever~”

Lucifer said with a sadistic grin, “Ah, Mammon, there’s no point in trying to run away. There’s no escape for you either. Hahaha.”

[ithseem]

The Three Dimensions Exchange Week

@voltagefandomproject here's chapter three in the series, and the longest so far

CW: Gore in text, cringe, and everyone just dying on the inside. Proceed with caution

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Chapter 3:

“Welcome to the House, everyone,” said Barbatos. “Please make yourselves comfortable.”

The smell of paint had almost faded from the walls. The Foyer was decorated with plants native to this region of the devildom, a shoe rack made of the finest hell-iron, a mahogany coatrack and a small crystal chandelier. Everyone looked in awe at the decor. The most impressed of the group are Ace and Jack. “You really went all-out on this, didn’t ya?” said Jack.

“Right? It’s beautiful!” Sherry chirped.

“I’m glad it’s to your liking,” said Barbatos. “Dinner will be hosted at the House of Lamentation at six o’clock, so until then take your time to settle into your new home.”

“Thank you very much,” said Aquia.

“Also, thanks for stepping in back there in the council room,” Ace whispered.

“Think nothing of it,” Barbatos whispered back with a smile.

And with that Barbatos gave them the building layout, bid them farewell and then left.

“‘Spose now would be a good time to figure out our rooms, yeah?” said Lance.

“Right. Looks like there are seven rooms on the first floor and seven on the second,” said Azul.

It didn’t take long for the guests to figure out which rooms they would stay in. Sherry and Y/N took the two rooms next to each other on the west wing of the second floor while The rest occupied the first floor. Once everyone put their belongings in their rooms, Sherry and Y/N went downstairs to meet up with the rest in the living room. Or, at least, tried to, since Y/N slipped and fell down the stairs, much to Sherry’s horror.

“Are you alright!?” She squeaked. 

“O-o-o-ouch”

Everyone rushed to the scene to see Y/N face down on the floor. Ace and Azul couldn’t help but let out a few snickers.

“You mustn’t be so mean,” Rio chided them. He turned to Y/N and helped her up. “Nothing hurt I hope?”

“N-n-n-n-n-n-n-not r-r-r-r-r-r-r-really.”

“I can get some ice,” Jack said.

“Oh, please do,” said Rio

Rio wasn’t going to take any chances. He scooped Y/N into his arms and took her to the sofa in the living room. Jack returned with a plastic bag of ice and handed it to Y/N. “T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-thank you,” she said.

“Hey, uh, If you don’t mind me asking, Do you have a speech impediment or something?” Jack asked.

“W-w-w-w-w-w-what m-m-m-m-m-makes y-y-y-y-you s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-say t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-that?”

Ace had to bite his lip to keep himself from cackling, and it seems Azul was thinking the same thing. Jack and Rio’s expressions at her statement made it all the harder for the two poor boys not to burst out laughing.

Sherry shot them dirty looks before asking Y/N, “So, Y/N, how did you come about here? What’s your story?”

“I’d like to know that as well. I had no prior knowledge of you coming here. What brought this on?” Malleus said.

“Oh. My. God. NO!” Ace cried.

“Please listen to Ace!” Azul sobbed. This was already too much, and she hadn’t even started talking. Ignoring their pleas, Y/N’s body began to shake like an earthquake hit her and her sapphire-ocean-baby-diamond blue orbs dilated

“What’s going on?” Lance said. His question was soon answered when Y/N began to speak

“My mother’s body got crushed under a four-tonne truck, and my father’s body was shredded into pieces.”

Sherry: “I- Dragon’s teeth! This is horrific”

Y/N: “And my siblings went missing after my cousin got impaled by an iron fence and when a giraffe slung my cat to the moon”

Aquia: “What in the Devildom?”

Y/N: “I soon got taken in by an abusive orphanage and they tried to sell me to Vil Schoenheit two weeks ago-”

Jack: “Pardon??”

Azul: “I guess that explains why Vil was so quiet in our last housewarden meeting…”

Y/N: “And then my rich ex-boyfriend who is part vampire, part human, part lizard, part Teletubby, and part demon and a mafia boss for a subdivision in the Devildom’s mafia who bullied me is looking for me so I ran and asked Lord Diavolo to grant me asylum here”

Lance: “... Is this person even real?”

Malleus: “Hold up. Your ex bullied you? How did you even get into a relationship in the first place?”

Ace: “It’s the bully and the nerd falling in love trope isn’t it? Too bad that hardly ever works out in real life. Case in point: ”

Ace gestured toward Y/N to make his point, to which Y/N lowered her gaze. “Uh- anyway, why did you seek asylum here?”

“Ace, she went through a traumatic experience!” Aquia chided. “She might not be comfortable with-”

“He’s looking for me because I’m three weeks pregnant with his baby,” Y/N interrupted.

Ace: “AND A WHAT-WHEN-WHO-A-FUCKING?! Wait a minute, what time is it?”

Azul: “It’s 3:27. We’ve only known her for less than two hours”

This was going to be a long night.

[ifearzombies]

Headcanons about Living in the HOL

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Now for more!

- You have suggested therapy to the brothers. A lot. They still haven’t agreed, but you’re going to keep trying because even with you doing all you do FUCKING HELL do these boys have trauma to deal with.

- You’ve gone down and visited Lilith’s memorial in the basement a several times. You talk to her and occasionally lay a flower on her ‘grave’ and thank her for helping you in the small ways she’s been able to.

- You hired an artist to make a family portrait and have everyone in it; even Lilith. It hangs in the living room over the fireplace.

- You’ve grown to... tolerate Solomon’s cooking. You’ve told him point blank that the food isn’t really edible. You’ve told him he’s terrible at cooking. But it’s in one ear and out the other. It normally goes as such:      MC: “Solomon. Honey. I love you. But your cooking is rancid!”      Solomon: “You love me?!” 8D “Let me make you dinner!”

- Diavolo has plans for you to eventually teach at RAD. Mostly to teach about Earth history and cultures; which has led to you studying extra hard and wondering why Solomon isn’t going to be helping you teach since he’s lived through history. But Diavolo’s plan is for him to teach ancient languages.

- You spend some nights at the palace every month. The brothers always get jealous when you go. Especially when you come back with a tell-tale limp. Or being carried back home.

- You were sadly at ground zero when Luke snuck into Asmo’s room and his innocence became lost since Asmo had porn of himself playing on his laptop and was ‘enjoying’ it (because of course he faps to videos of himself). You tried to stop the little angel but he’s like an actual child and darts the moment you blink. Simeon was outraged, but you pointed out that Luke didn’t knock. Asmo was glad you stuck up for him because he was certain he was headed for a bath of holy water otherwise. It took Luke a month before he could stand to be around Asmo again. It took longer for Luke to look at him again.

- Since Satan is not allowed to have a real cat (not that Satan cares as he has at least 10 ‘hidden’ ones), Mammon bought him a realistic robot cat for his room. Satan nearly cried tears of joy. Satan did cry when a book-a-lance fell and broke it. Lucifer replaced it so that Satan didn’t start destroying stuff once the sadness went away.

- Lucifer knows about the cats. He lets Satan think it’s a secret so that Satan won’t try to get an amount that would be noticeable. You found this out when you went to bring Lucifer some coffee and found him petting one of Satan’s cats. You were sworn to secrecy.

- You tried edible underwear with Beel once. And only once. He accidentally bit your thigh and you have small scars from the indents of his teeth. He felt awful about it, still does, and anytime he’s between your legs for fun he kisses the scars in apology. Also he found the rest of the edible underwear you’d intended to use with others and ate them like a snack. You’ve decided to not bother with them anymore.

- Belphie and Satan ask you to every Anti-Lucifer League meeting. If you don’t attend, they email you the minutes of their meeting to see if you wanna join in in pranks.

- Despite your bedroom lock being enchanted, Diavolo can and has waltzed into your room and started cuddling you. Barbatos chastizes him every time as he comes in with him, but it still happens.

- You have shown Simeon the movie ‘Sister Act’. It’s now his favorite movie. You two sometimes sing ‘Ave Maria’ together, stomping and clapping the beat. Luke joins in when he can.

-You had a custom plush made for Levi of his goldfish. He cried tears of joy and it now sits in a glass case in his room.

[misc-obeyme]

THE THREADS THAT BIND

CHAPTER TWO

MASTERPOST for summary/info/chapter list

a/n: This is one of the longer chapters, but I just found that dividing them this way made the most sense. Anyway, this one is all MC and Barbatos.

GN!MC x Barbatos | word count: 2,181

Warnings: MC is dealing with the repercussions of the curse, but otherwise, nothing.

You felt heavy. Your body seemed to be swimming in something thick and slow. Everything was darkness. You weren’t in pain, but you knew something wasn’t right. You blinked your eyes open and found the world around you was blurred. You felt the softness of sheets and blankets, took in the general color scheme of the room you were in. You vaguely remembered the incident by the trees.

As you began to wake up a little more, you were certain you were in the same guest room of the Demon Lord's Castle. You could barely make out a blurry figure sitting beside the bed you were in. Mostly dark, but the single streak of bright teal let you know who it was.

You opened your mouth, which was very dry, and lifted a hand, which felt like it weighed twenty pounds by itself. "Bar…batos?"

Your voice sounded like the branches of trees scraping against a window.

Your hand became lighter to lift as it was engulfed in something soft and warm.

"I'm here, MC." His familiar voice was calm and collected, but you could still hear the edge of concern in it.

You squinted at him, trying to get your vision to clear. "What happened?"

"You have been cursed, I'm afraid," Barbatos said gently.

You sighed as the memories started to come back fully. "Who was that person? Why were you out there anyway? And what do you mean cursed?"

Barbatos chuckled softly. "I am glad to hear that you are starting to feel stronger," he said. "I will answer all of your questions. For now, can you sit up?"

You gripped Barbatos's hand as tightly as you could and attempted to sit up. He put his other arm behind your back to help you. Once you were upright, you actually felt a little better, though your head was swimming.

"Please drink some water," Barbatos said, handing you a glass of water that had been waiting on the bedside table. "You have been asleep for some time."

You took the water and found that you were extremely thirsty. You drained the glass in seconds, then handed it back to Barbatos a little sheepishly.

He smiled at you as he took it. "How are you feeling?"

"Groggy," you said. "And heavy. Is that the curse?"

"No," Barbatos said. "That is from being hit with the curse. It was powerful and it sent you flying."

You closed your eyes. You remembered that, vaguely. "Who was that person?"

"A sorcerer who discovered the demon trap that worked on me," Barbatos said.

You frowned. "Yeah. One made of magic? I've never seen anything like that."

"Indeed," Barbatos said. "This sorcerer has discovered that he can trap me with a magic circle drawn with actual magic. It is the only thing strong enough."

"So you did need me. You tried to get me to leave," you said. You tapped his chest with a finger. "You said you could handle it. Did you lie to me?"

"No," Barbatos said. "While it was the first time I had been successfully trapped, I am certain I could have gotten free if I had time to try."

"Okay, so you didn't lie because of a technicality," you said, rolling your eyes a little and folding your arms. "You didn't know whether or not you could get free."

"I had reason to believe it would not be too difficult for me," Barbatos said. He looked down at his hands, which were on his lap. "Can you blame me for attempting to get you to safety? You are cursed now because I could not."

His words lanced through your chest. Did he seriously blame himself for the fact that you got cursed? His expression was as neutral as ever, but the way he kept his eyes on his lap made your gut twist unhappily.

"Am I really cursed?" you asked. "I don't feel cursed."

Barbatos stood up suddenly. "Allow me to demonstrate."

You watched as he left the room. You waited, assuming he would be coming back with a book or something that explained how exactly you were cursed. But as only seconds went by, you found yourself feeling sick. It was a nauseating churning of your stomach, a pounding ache in your head, and a fire in your heart as though you had just lost the most important thing in the entire world to you. You gasped, gripping your chest, and breathing heavily as sweat broke out on your forehead.

And then it eased. The pain subsided.

The door opened and Barbatos came back into the room. Your breathing calmed, returning to its natural rhythm.

Barbatos sat back down beside the bed.

"What was that?" you asked.

"I am uncertain," Barbatos said. "I only know that if I go too far away from you, your body reacts violently. And so I have stayed by your bedside while you slept. Now that you are awake, we can begin to attempt to break this curse."

"Why did that sorcerer do all of this?" you asked.

Barbatos looked contemplative. "You mustn't judge him too harshly. He has been trying to make a pact with me for some time now. He teleports into the Devildom without permission on purpose, knowing that I will intercept him. He seeks to use my time power to save a loved one. No matter what I have said to him, he has never given up. It is a nuisance at most, but the new type of trap was unexpected."

"Huh," you said. "That's… sad."

"Indeed."

You sighed and flopped backward onto your bed. "Okay, so I just have to… follow you around everywhere now?"

"It seems that way, yes," Barbatos said.

"I don't get it," you said. "What's the point of a curse like this? How does this help that guy force you into a pact?"

Barbatos was quiet for a long moment. You looked over at him curiously. He wasn't looking at you. His eyes were out of focus and far away, as though he was somewhere else entirely.

"Barbatos?"

He looked at you then and the regret you saw in his eyes nearly broke you.

"That curse was meant for me," he said.

You blinked. "I don't understand."

"He was trying to bind me to him," Barbatos said. "He had just sent that curse toward where I had been standing in front of you before you set me free. That is why it hit you instead."

You closed your eyes for a moment. No wonder he blamed himself. You sat up again, twisting your hands together. "I'm sorry," you said.

Barbatos frowned. "For?"

"I shouldn't have gone outside at all, but you… you looked like you were in danger," you said, eyes on the blanket in front of you. "I know you can handle yourself. I know you didn't need me. Now I've made things worse."

Barbatos reached out and took your hands in his gloved ones. He squeezed them gently. "You have nothing to apologize for, MC. It seems we both wished to protect each other. And while we did the best we could, in the end, that sorcerer is the one to blame for the current state of things."

You looked at Barbatos, meeting his eyes uncertainly. He was so difficult to read, even when he was holding your hands and reassuring you. You saw tenderness there, but you were sure he would be able to mask any concern he was feeling.

"You should rest more," Barbatos said. "I see you are still quite weak. While you sleep, I will be looking into exactly what type of curse we are dealing with."

You sighed, nodded, and squeezed Barbatos's hands before letting them go and lying back on your pillows. You closed your eyes because he was right - you were still tired. Exhausted, even. The feeling of him beside you, the knowledge that he was with you, filled you with a comfort you didn't realize you needed. You fell asleep easily.

-

The next morning, you were treated to a delicious breakfast prepared by Barbatos. Diavolo had already left that morning as he had some business brunch to attend in the human world. So it was just you and Barbatos, sitting at a small table on the back patio, enjoying pancakes and fruit in the morning air.

You were watching Barbatos as he poured tea, as he passed you the syrup, as he enjoyed some pancakes. He seemed content to act as though there was nothing going on. He had no sense of urgency or concern, despite the fact that you knew the curse was still there. You could feel the twinge of magic where it was thickest around your chest.

You ate a whole stack of pancakes before finally setting down your fork. "Barbatos."

Barbatos looked up at you and smiled. "Yes, MC?"

You pressed a hand to your chest, right above your heart. It felt like there was something lodged there, but it wasn't unpleasant. "What kind of curse is this?"

"It appears to be a binding threads curse," Barbatos said. "Allow me to show you."

Barbatos cast a spell and suddenly you could see it - the curse that kept you bound to him. It consisted of a myriad of tiny threads, now illuminated in bright teal. They clustered in a little knot around your heart before bursting from you in all directions, eventually coming together to form a single thread that looped through Barbatos's chest once before coming back to you.

You were mesmerized by the minuscule lines of teal light all around you. You reached out and touched one with your fingertips, but they moved right through it as though it wasn't there. You felt the movement in your chest, though. A gentle tugging that made you physically lean forward a little.

The spell faded and you could no longer see the curse.

"The curse was meant to hit me and bind me to the sorcerer, but as you know, it hit you instead. I was able to force the curse to bind to me instead of him just before he vanished," Barbatos said. He closed his eyes as though the memory caused him pain.

"Don't even think about blaming yourself for this," you said. "Or do I need to repeat your own words back to you?"

Barbatos opened his eyes and you saw a twinkle of mischief in them. "What words would those be, MC?"

You folded your arms. "It was that damn sorcerer's fault."

Barbatos chuckled. "Oya. I'm afraid I don't recall saying those words at all."

"I'm paraphrasing," you said. "I know you said that guy has been doing this for a while, but who is he?"

Barbatos frowned and shook his head. "He is a part of the Sorcerer's Society, but beyond that I know very little about him. I think his name might be… Tim? Or perhaps Tom?"

"The Sorcerer's Society?" you asked. "Does Solomon know him?"

"I don't know," Barbatos admitted.

"You haven't told him about this at all, have you?" you asked.

Barbatos didn't say anything, only continued to frown.

You sighed in exasperation. "I can only assume that's a no. Why wouldn't you tell him?"

"It is of no importance," Barbatos said. "There is no need for Solomon to get involved. The Society does not exactly act friendly toward him. I am perfectly capable of sending that human back to the human world as needed. This was an unusual circumstance."

Your gut twinged with guilt, but you couldn't exactly try to take the blame when you had just called him out for doing the same. "I still think you should tell him. It's not your fault the Society has a problem with Solomon. He could at least try to get Tim to stop bothering you."

"I will consider it," Barbatos said.

Somehow you knew this meant that he had already made up his mind not to say anything. You thought you might tell Solomon yourself, but you wouldn't be able to do it without Barbatos knowing as long as you were cursed like this. "So what do we do to break the curse?"

Barbatos put some more pancakes on your plate. "I am uncertain," he said with a smile.

You nearly choked. "You don't know?"

"There are some things we can try," Barbatos said. "But from what I can tell, this curse is unique and complex. It will likely require a complicated counter curse."

You sighed and ate some more pancakes. "I guess I have to stay at the castle until we figure it out, huh?"

"Indeed," Barbatos agreed. "But I have faith that we will discover the solution quickly and you'll be back at the House of Lamentation soon enough."

You nodded, your mouth full of pancakes. You didn't want to tell him that you didn't mind being here. That even though you were cursed, there was something somehow peaceful about being here like this. The way Barbatos's presence always made you feel at ease, as though everything was right with the world.

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[obeythedemons]

MC! Monday Picrew #13

Oops! MC got shrunk! The boys will need to make a nice little home for them until they can get big again.

MC! Monday Masterlist

Make your own Picrew here [X]

MC!Lance’s home made by Barbatos in the Picrew!

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness, Obey Me Master List

Stories written in 2023 in italics and blue

Court of Darkness Stories/Drabbles

Love Letters (Toa, Guy, Fenn, Roy)

Charred Delight (Roy, Sherry, Grayson)

The Art of the Massage (S:Rank Princes)

Satisfaction (Guy X MC)

You Look Good With... (MC X Princes); Basket Full of Troubles (Knight and Toa)

Bye Bye Anders (Princes, Lou, MC, Sherry, Violet)

Sleeping Places (Fenn and S Rank Princes)

You Are My Sunshine (Tino X MC, also features Lynt, Toa)

The Moment (MC X Guy, Lynn, Roy, Rio); Picture Perfect (Princes, Lou)

Fluffy/Sugary Short Stories with MC X Princes

Anxiety Ridden (MC X Tino, MC X Roy); Handmade Gifts (Princes)

Wedding Days (MC X Toa (plus Fenn/Knight), MC X Guy (plus Roy/Jasper))

A Test of Kingcraft Part I (Princes); Part II (Princes); Part III (Princes, Lou)

Dirty Pictures (All Consorts); The Swear Jar (Princes, Lou, Valets, Sherry)

The Spray Bottle (Princes, Valets, Sherry)

Lessons in Love (Princes); The Steal - First Kiss (Rio X MC, Sherry)

I Knew I Forgot Something - Proposal (Rio X MC, Toa)

Court of Darkness Head Cannons/Memes

Gently Roasting Halloween Demon Outfits (Princes)

Fenn Offers Unsolicited Relationship Advice (Fenn and all the Princes)

Starbucks Orders (All the Consorts)

Valet Headcannons; Prince Reactions to MC Being Cold/Shivering

Spicy Gifts (All Consorts); It’s all Fun and Games (Princes)

Getting Caught in the Moment (Princes and Tino)

Consort Nicknames + Why: Part I, Part II

Sherry and MC Discuss MC’s Relationship with the Princes

Princes as Disney Villians; Princes as Disney Heroes; Princes as Wild Animals

Princes - What Flower Would They Give the MC + Why

Princes as Mythical Creatures; Princes as Dogs; Princes as Cats

How Princes Would Respond to a Booty Call

How Consorts Would Live at Hogwarts Universe; Hogwarts Houses

Court of Darkness Rankings

Spice Level Tolerance (Princes)

Getting Caught Between the Sheets - Who’s Most Embarrassed (Princes/Valets)

Betrayal Ranking (Who is Most Hurt by a Cheating MC - Princes/Valets)

Court of Darkness - The Roy Chronicles (Roy X MC)

Untamed (also features Sherry, Rio, and Fenn); Nothing Else to Compare

Sleeping Beauty (Birthday Story); Morning Delight

Smile; Passion Revealed

Seven Minutes of Heaven (also features Lynt, Fenn, Guy)

Lipstick Obsessed (also features Sherry, Fenn, and Lynt)

Wedding Day (also features Sherry, Rio, Lynt, and Roy’s parents)

Perfect Proposal (Roy X MC, Sherry); Cute-Tea (Roy X MC, Sherry, Grayson)

Court of Darkness - Toa’s Tales (Toa X MC)

Warmth

Puuuurfection; Symphony

Puppy Love; Just Desserts (MC X Toa, Fenn)

Court of Darkness - Lance’s Fables (Lance X MC)

The Prince of Ember and Flame (Character Analysis)

Don’t Make Me Say It; Remembrance

Obey Me! The Diavolo Chronicles (Dia X MC)

It’s a Wonderful Life ; Tap, Tap, Tap (Teen Rating)

Guiding Light (Also features Lucifer, Barbatos)

Love Me Like You Do; Pawsome Love; Savor Every Bite

Obey Me! Drabbles/Short Stories

Gift (Lucifer X MC); Read Between the Lines (Satan X MC/Reader)

Candy Hearts (Brothers + Diavolo)

What MC Stands For (Brothers); To-Do List (MC, Barbatos, Lucifer, Diavolo)

Thirsty (MC, Barbatos, Lucifer, Beel, Dia)

My Lips are Sealed (MC X Lucifer, Mammon); Nightmare Come to Life (Diavolo)

Following Advice (Diavolo X MC, Asmo, Lucifer, Barbatos)

The Bookclub (Brothers); The Swear Jar (Brothers)

Obey Me! Head Cannons/Memes

Brothers + Dateables Reactions to MC Getting a Bad Haircut

Brothers + Dia Awkward Flirting Memes; Brothers + Dia as Lions

Brothers + Dia as Cat Memes; Brothers + Dia as Disney Memes

Brothers + Dia Love Notes

Brothers + Dia: What Flowers Would They Give to Confess Their Love?

Brothers + Dia as Dogs; Brothers + Dia as Cats

[iwannawritelots]

I posted 6,158 times in 2022

That's 5,708 more posts than 2021!

862 posts created (14%)

5,296 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@obeythedemons

@eternallydaydreaming2015

@belphieslilcow

I tagged 4,661 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#obey me! one master to rule them all - 1,844 posts

#reblog - 1,678 posts

#barbatos🖤 - 566 posts

#iwannawritelots - 261 posts

#ailance - 198 posts

#asmodeus💘 - 181 posts

#lucifer💙 - 174 posts

#lance - 166 posts

#cinna ramble - 166 posts

#darlingficsbycinna - 144 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i would also do this tbh but i haven’t listened to much latin outside of the hunchback of notre dame stage musical within the past few year

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Obey Me! Babes (and Luke) Correcting Transphobes When They Misgender You❤️

Originally written July 2022

(genderless trans MC)

TW/CW: demons (and angels) being violent, implication of transphobia towards MC

Lucifer💙

gives them a warning correction.

I mean if they’re really stupid enough to continue being an asshole after Lucifer — the fucking MORNING STAR, RIGHT HAND MAN OF LORD DIAVOLO — corrects them on your pronouns then they’re just asking for it

for the moment he just snaps his fingers to curse them into calling you by the correct pronouns. you don’t have to know about the punishment later💙

Mammon💛

passive aggressively interrupting them to correct them.

frowns at you bc he doesn’t wanna be demonic in front of you

gently covers your eyes before scaring them into saying the correct pronouns :3

puts them in debt💛

Leviathan🧡

“Um… um… no, that’s not MC’s pronouns”

keeps trying to get them to say the right pronouns even though he wants to curl up and die bc socializing

finally just snaps and Commander of Hell’s Navy Leviathan™️ shows himself

“SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

cries out of anxiety after the person is gone haha🧡

Satan💚

no warning. Just fucking decks them

he’ll find them again later. For now he’ll insist you don’t worry your little head about it💚

Asmodeus💘

fucking bloodlust Azzy time

tears into them with his words first. If they don’t listen he WILL get violent

truly, how ugly can someone be inside that they can’t be respectful to a trans person’s face!? Disgusting

of course if he decides violence is the answer he’s going to make sure you don’t see his ugly side. There’s no need for that💘

Beelzebub❤️

sad bc why are they being so mean. Maybe they were just genuinely confused

gets angry after correcting them a third time

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101 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

#4

They Hate Me

Originally written May 2022

Masterlist

Genre: comfort

Ship(s): Lucifer X MC

(genderless MC)

Trigger/content warnings: alcohol, drunkenness

Headcanons/notes from the author: *slaps the top of Lucifer* this bad boy can fit up so many pent up negative emotions in it

Brief Blurb: MC catches Lucifer crying while he’s drunk.

It had been about six hours since you last saw Lucifer, and he hadn’t answered any texts. This wasn’t really unusual since he liked to work himself to death, but you didn’t want to go to bed by yourself again. You missed him snuggling you to sleep, and you swore he didn’t even come to bed last night. With a sigh, you got out of the warmth of the sheets and walked a couple rooms over towards his office. You raised your hand to knock, but froze when you heard a muffled sob.

No one else would be in Lucifer’s office this late, so you knew it had to be him… but you hadn’t really heard him cry before. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, and it made your heart break a little. You didn’t bother to knock, instead opening the door slowly enough that he would notice your presence. “Luci?”

When he didn’t answer, you opened the door fully to examine him. He was sat at his desk, face buried into his hands as sobs wracked through his body. You stepped inside and gently closed the door behind yourself, but didn’t come any closer. There was a bottle of demonus on the desk, and an empty one laying on the floor. You weren’t sure what to do, a little frightened by the situation. You’d never seen him cry before, or completely drunk like this.

You approached him cautiously, feeling a little guilty for treating him like a wild animal. When he still didn’t say anything or move away, you pulled the chair across from him to his side and sat down. “Lucifer, what’s wrong?” you asked gently, pushing some hair out of his face.

“Th-They all hate me…”

Despite knowing exactly who he was talking about, you wanted to make sure. “Who, baby…?”

“M-My brothers…” he muttered. He took a wavering, deep breath, then broke into another harsh sob. “I-I mean… Satan isn’t really my brother… he’s more like a son… but…” Lucifer didn’t dare look at you, keeping his face in his hands as he bawled. “I-I should be used to it. I know they hate me… but I just w-wish they didn’t.”

You carefully ran your fingers through his hair. “Lucifer, I’m sure that isn’t true. They may be a little bit agressive with you, but that’s how it is sometimes with guardians and who they’re caring for.” Lucifer shook his head and wiped his face. “Luci—”

“N-No, they all said they hate me today.” Lucifer sniffled and choked on a sob, attempting to push the tears off of his face. “S-Satan’s the only one who says it regularly, and even wh-when the others say it… it’s… i-it’s not all in one day. I just fucked up s-so much today. I don’t want to keep f-fucking up…” You decided words weren’t going to do much, and rubbed circles on his back instead. “I-I didn’t want to be the avatar of p-pride, or make any of them a lord of s-sin… but… b-but I didn’t know how else to keep them safe…”

Carefully, you pulled him into your arms and allowed him to cry into your chest. “I’ve got you…”

“I-I miss Lilith…” he muttered through his weeping. “I-I miss S-Simeon and Raphael… I miss giving my siblings hugs… I-I miss Satan hugging me… I m-miss… I-I miss…” he trailed off, opting to cry harder instead of speak more. You ran a hand through his hair and hummed to him, hoping it would help him calm down. After a while, he mumbled, “I-I just… I don’t understand why they fell with me… th-they could have stayed…”

“Lucifer…” you cooed, pausing to kiss his temple. “If they chose to fight and fall with you, doesn’t that mean they love you?”

He sniffled and pressed his forehead closer to your neck. “N-Not anymore…”

You hushed him softly and brushed his hair with your fingers still. It seemed to be soothing him ever so slightly. “Lucifer, would they stay in the House of Lamentation with you if they didn’t love you?”

“I-I don’t know…” he whimpered, hiding in you. “I just want them to know I love them…”

Sighing, you shushed him and kissed his hair. “I’m sure they know.”

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108 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

Mortality

Originally written May 2022

Ship(s): Mammon X MC

(genderless MC)

(not requested)

Trigger/content warnings: talking about death I guess?

Headcanons/notes from the author: no headcanons are directly used here.

Brief Blurb: Mammon wants to be with MC forever and is thinking about ways to accomplish it.

It was fairly cold in the human world, and Mammon was not at all affected as he walked you down the street. “Why do I have ta wear these warm clothes? It’s not even that cold out.” You sighed and facepalmed with your spare hand, very tired of this complaint. “I mean, look, I know some humans think it’s weird when people walk around in tank tops and shorts for cold weather, but I’m sweatin’ my ass off.” He huffed, then stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, which you quickly corrected by pulling him off to the side.

“Mammon, babe,” you told him, “firstly, don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk in the city. You should know that.”

“Oh…”

It was difficult to stay frustrated with him when he flustered and made his cute, embarrassed grin. “Secondly… it’s supposed to get really cold. I know you’re naturally a lot warmer since you’re a fallen angel, but odd looks are best avoided in the human world.”

“Ya say that like I haven’t ever been to it on my own…” he mumbled, fumbling with your hand.

Sighing, you watched him use your hand as a stim toy. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” You pulled him closer, then stood on your tip toes to kiss him. “I know you’ve been here millions of times without me. I just worry about you.”

Scoffing and biting back a smile, Mammon cupped your jaw. “Ya don’t have anything to worry about, darlin’. I’m a demon, remember?” You nodded, leaning into his touch slightly. “I… appreciate ya worryin’, though,” he admitted quietly, face flushing red.

“I just…” you sighed and closed your eyes. “I get really scared about drawing too much attention to ourselves.”

“Babe,” he chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair. “There ain’t a thing to worry about. I’m a big, scary demon. I don’t even have to go into demon form to frighten a human, y’know?”

Your face fell a little. “Yeah…”

“_____…? Why the long face?”

“Nothing,” you told him, averting your gaze a little. “Let’s get going, the store might close if we don’t hurry.”

“Shit, yeah.” Mammon pulled you back into the foot traffic, keeping you close to himself. Once you two managed to step into the store, you both pulled your face masks up. You then took his jacket off of his shoulders and draped it over an arm. “Thanks, babe…” he muttered shyly.

Despite taking the jacket off, you could tell he was still entirely too warm from the store’s heating. “I’m sorry, you’re probably miserable from the warmth.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry, _____.” He smiled, and despite only seeing it in his eyes, you felt relief wash over you. “Let’s get a cart.”

“No, we’ll buy too much if we get a cart.” You ignored his pout as you picked up a shopping basket. “This is my money, Mammon.”

“I-I know…” he mumbled, taking the basket from you before grasping your hand once more. “I’m sorry.”

“I never said you needed to be sorry,” you reassured him softly. “I’m not upset.”

You led him to the produce section, then reluctantly let go of his hand to inspect the various fruits and vegetables. “Why’re ya squeezin’ that thing?”

“To make sure it’s a good one.”

After processing what you said, he furrowed his eyebrows and stared intensely at some of the fruit in front of him. He seemed puzzled, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you not check if produce is good before you buy it, babe?”

“W-Well… Lucif—…” he stopped himself, glancing around with only his eyes before continuing. “Luci never really has me buy the groceries, and when I tag along I don’t really pay much attention to whoever is actually doing the shoppin’. I just kinda help carry stuff.”

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115 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

#2

Obey Me Babes When You Paint Your Nails to Match Theirs

Originally written June 2022

Literally writing this because this is what I do. As a transmasc person who really likes to paint their nails, it makes me feel more comfortable to match the obey me babes lol. I’m sad Simeon, Solomon, and Raphael don’t have painted nails (unless it’s a like… demon culture thing??? Idk. Also Barbatos’ shade of purple is fuckin’ whack I can’t seem to find any that are almost exact like I did with Luci, Asmo, Dia, and Belphie.) I don’t think we’ve seen Mephisto’s nails so he isn’t in this. Thirteen is though!

Lucifer💙

his chest is swelled with so much pride

(It doesn’t even matter if you didn’t do it to match him. He won’t listen lmao)

Finds himself taking off his gloves more often so he can show everyone else who you chose to match nail polish with

very smug about it.

Mammon💛

“Wh—? H-Hey! Stupid human, why did you choose to use that particular nail polish?”

“To… m-match me? W-Well! Of course you’d wanna match the Great Mammon!”

Won’t stop being flustered. His face is hot every time he sees your nails.

Boasts about it when his siblings are being combative lmao

Leviathan🧡

“Wh-Why would you w-w-w-want to match with a yucky otaku like me!?”

Another grim in the “self deprecating comment” jar

It makes him happy and nervous and he doesn’t know how to properly react

Loves looking at your hands and his own while you game and feels all warm inside

Satan💚

flattered tbh

blushies

It probably takes so much restraint to not shove it in Lucifer’s face dhsodhdk

I’m sure he already liked holding your hands but it’ll probably happen more often now lol

Asmodeus💘

SQUEALS

it makes him so happy

asks if you’d want to touch them up with him next time

Hand holding hand holding hand holding hand holding hand holding hand hol

kisses your knuckles and hands more often lmao

“You’re so beautiful, _____.”

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170 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I cannot stop thinking about how much I wish they went over more different kinds of lust with Asmodeus. Lust’s definition isn’t strictly sexual, it’s just extreme desire, which Asmo goes over briefly at some point… I just dhskdhdkd bloodlust??? Lust for power? No? He’s just horny? Okay. Fine.

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Care

(for @obeythedemons - I just want to thank you for all the lovely pieces you have written for me. I hope this brings a smile to your face.)

Lance glanced down at his D.D.D at the text he had just been sent. Because it was from Barbatos, he felt a blush rising in his face and his heart begin to race.

"Come to the castle at 4pm, please. And come alone."

Come alone? What could Barbatos possibly have in store for him? Was he in trouble? Did he do something to upset the butler? Was it something good?

Lance had a hard time controlling his thoughts as he made his way to Diavolo's castle. His hands shook a little as he knocked on the door.

Barbatos opened the door and gave Lance a charming smile. Ok good. A smile meant something good. Lance smiled back.

"Good afternoon, Lance. I do hope my invitation didn't inconvenience you in any way."

"Of course not," Lance said earnestly. "I was happy to get your message and come see you."

Barbatos smile grew a little wider, and Lance's heart began to beat a little faster. "Well, this way please." Barbatos gestured.

Lance followed Barbatos through the castle to one of the elegant sitting rooms, and almost gasped. There, perfectly arranged, was a gorgeous tea party spread. A number of Lance's favorite cakes and pastries were also a part of the spread.

"What-what is all this?" Lance asked.

"Well, I wanted to surprise you. You see, Kana mentioned to me how she had been going through a hard time and that you helped make her feel better and took care of her by cheering her up. I realized that you are always going out of your way to make others feel better, and bring them happiness. Myself included. So I wanted to do the same for you. It's not much but ..."

"It's more than enough," Lance whispered. "It's perfect."

"I'm overjoyed to hear that." Barbatos said gently. He took Lance's hand in his and led him to the couch. "So now, let me take care of you."

[anxiousravenboy]

Requests!!

I'm taking requests! My Iida x Reader did really well, so I have decided to open a request page. Here are the rules and who/what I write for.

Will not Write: Pedophilia, Incest, Step-cest, Age gaps, 18+ or Smut, Domestic Abuse, Character x Character, Female reader (male/xenogender is cool, but gender neutral is default, unless someone requests otherwise)

Will write: Angst, Fluff, Poly, Platonic, LGBTQ+

Unsure if I'll write it? Ask!

Characters I write for:

Sally Face

Larry Johnson, Sal Fisher, Travis Phelps, Todd Morrison

Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Shirogane Takashi, Pidge Holt (i use they/them prns for Pidge <3), Matt Holt, Prince Lotor, Princess Allura, Lance Mcclain, Keith Kogane, Hunk

Obey Me!

Lucifer Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, mayyyyyyybe Barbatos

The Black Phone

Vance Hopper, Robin Arellano, Finney Blake, Billy Showalter

BNA: Brand New Animal

Michiru Kagemori, Shirou Ogami, Pinga

MHA: Denki Kaminari, Twice, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Hawks/Keigo Takami, Kirishima Eijirou

OHSHC Tamaki Suoh, Kyoya Ootori, Mori, Honey, Haruhi Fujioka, Nekozawa, The Hitachiin Twins

Howl's Moving Castle

Markl (platonically) Howl Jenkins Pendragon

FNaF Security Breach

Montgomery Gator, Freddy Fazbear, Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock Chica, Gregory (platonically)

Sk8 The Infinity

Cherry Blossom/Kaoru Sakurayashiki, Joe/Kojiro Nanjo, Reki Kyan, Langa Hasegawa, Miya Chinen (platonically)

Demon Slayer

Rengoku Kyojuro, Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Tengen (+ his wives) Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro

[wesimpforxiao]

Say My Name and I’ll Be There:  Chapter 10.1

Author’s Note:  Travelers! We are nearing the end of Reader’s journey! (I’m expecting it to end at 10.4 but we’ll see if that ends up being an accurate estimate lol)  Enjoy the newest chapter!

Zhongli was lost in deep thought as you and Xiao faced the Tsaritsa, while Paimon and Aether were arguing on whether they should jump in to help or not.  Despite Paimon's protests, it seemed to Aether that Xiao could very well handle the god on his own.  He wasn't exactly a team player to begin with...

"ZHONGLI!"  Paimon's high-pitched screech finally prodded a hummed response from the former archon.  "We need to jump in!"

"It would be wise for the two of you to leave the palace at once," he advised instead of indulging in the mascot's wishes.  It wouldn't be long now; he could feel the power from the battle reaching its peak.  "Xiao cannot unleash his full power with the three of you here. Your bodies would not be able to withstand it."

"We've already fought with him plenty of times and we're fine!  Don't go underestimating us now!"

"As much as I agree with you, I'm siding with Zhongli.  We'll only get in the way."

"W-Wha-!"  The frustrated emergency food placed her hands on her hips as she gawked at Aether for a few seconds.  Then she turned to Zhongli.  "Then what about her?  Shouldn't we get her out of there too?"

"Do not fret, dear friends,"  the metallic clank of his polearm rang against the floor, "I will retrieve her.  We'll meet again outside.  Go now."  Aether nodded and ran in the direction from which the group had entered--followed by a pouting Paimon.  Zhongli returned his eyes to the throne room as the tiles in the hallway began to freeze over.

"Now."  You and Xiao nodded in confirmation before pushing off the ground in opposing directions.  The air parted for you like the wind had granted a favor, though you had yet to realize you were the one manipulating it.  Metal and gale met ice in a shockwave that sent the Tsaritsa's opponents flying backwards.  

Xiao landed more gracefully than you did and was already at the Tsaritsa's neck by the time you sat up.  He swung his lance down at her, rage filling his eyes.  The karmic debt illuminated his body in black fog, but the Tsaritsa remained unfazed.

She caught the blade in the palm of her hand like it was nothing more than a wooden staff.  The force of the impact sent icy winds ricocheting into the walls.  The support beams and columns groaned unhappily from the jolt, and parts of the ceiling crashed to the floor around the three of you.

"I've killed your kind with ease in the past," she cooed up to him.

"And I've slaughtered hundreds of gods stronger than you."  

"Then you've underestimated my strength."  Her free hand swung towards his chest, with a dagger of ice forming from her palm.

"And you've underestimated mine!"  The chunks of the stone ceiling came tumbling at the god from both sides at a tremendous speed that should've been impossible given their weight.  The hand that was about to pierce Xiao gave up on the idea and went on the defensive to stop the boulders in their wake.  Ice pillared up just in time.  Xiao flipped back with his lance still in hand.  There you stood, on the other side of Tsaritsa with both palms facing her as you controlled the gales.  

How is she manipulating anemo?  Did Barbatos-  Xiao squinted only to find your beltloop devoid of any vision.  And since when was she ever this powerful-

A deranged, fed-up cackle chilled the throne room further, and the Tsaritsa now set her sights on you.  She was before you in an instant.  A breeze was enough to send her back a few inches--a subtle defensive tactic, but it worked enough so that you had a fraction more of a second to react.  Xiao went for her nape, then her knees.  But the god was prepared for the repeated pattern of attack; she ducked enough to expose you to his blade, and Xiao was forced to shift his momentum with exercised precision to avoid decapitating you instead.

A burst of ice emitted from the Tsaritsa and blasted the two of you several feet away from each other.  Xiao, just like last time, landed nonchalantly on his feet while you violently collided with a pillar.  Besides the dull jarring pain ringing through your spine, a sharp one stung your hand as you pushed yourself to all-fours.

"What..." It wasn't the blood that caught you off guard.  Carefully but quickly, you removed the glass from your palm.  Then your tunnel vision dropped to your empty beltloop.  My vision shattered?  When did my-  Realization finally struck you like a brick wall.  How had you been fighting all this time?  How did you have access to manipulate the snow?  Were those stars above you related?  Wide eyes stared at your bleeding hand, your brain pushing out the sounds of the battlefield and of Xiao yelling for you to get out of the way.  When sound finally returned, your gaze trailed upward to find a wall of iced spears barreling at you.

"Rise!"  Another wall of material shot up in front of you, though it was way more solid than the Tsaritsa's attack.  The pillar blocked the spears' paths, then the familiar boots of Zhongli entered your vision.  A hardened gaze met your lost ones, and flashes of a Zhongli in a white hood interrupted the present.  The faint golden glow of his shield shimmered protectively around your crouching figure.  

The archon held his hand out to you with a warm expression.  Mesmerized by his conflicting appearance, your hand met his.  "Rex Lapis..."

Looking down at you, Zhongli couldn't help but see Xiao in your stead just like all those years ago when he had taken the yaksha under his wing.  "Come.  Let us leave now."  It was clear you were having the same sense of deja vu as he was.

You stood obediently, but quickly snapped back to the present moment when you heard Xiao's grunt as he struggled fending off the cryo archon.  "Wait," you stepped away from Zhongli, attempting to get past him.  "We can't leave him.  I have to fight!"

"Xiao is more than capable of handling this matter on his own.  You'd only get in the way."  A grip on your arm was somehow enough to stop you in your tracks despite how light and gentle it was.  Your head whipped back to him.

"I can't abandon him."

"He will join us as soon as he's done. Do you trust me?"

"I-"  Your gaze returned to the violent battle ahead of you.  At some point in your daze, the Tsaritsa had injured him; he was bleeding from his arm from what you could make out.  "Zhongli, I can't leave him.  He's injured.  We can't leave him!"

"Do you not sense the power in the air?"

"Huh?"  The question made you falter, but he was right.  Something about the air was different.  Whether it felt thinner or heavier, you couldn't tell--but there was a clear, crisp feeling to it that wasn't correlated to the icy chill of the Tsaritsa.

"Xiao cannot unleash his full power with you here.  Trust in him; he needs you out of the way."

"...Fine," you muttered with an ache in your chest.  Zhongli pulled you towards the exit as more pieces of the ceiling came crashing down behind you.  You regretted glancing over your shoulder when you heard a cry of distress once you reached the door.  "Z-Zhongli, wait-!"  The entrance collapsed before you had the chance to dive back into the throne room and chase after the sight of a severely injured yaksha.

"We must go!"  He didn't let up his grip on your wrist.

"Xiao!"  The desperate cry fell from your lips this time as you still attempted to fight against the archon's grasp.  "Xiao!"  Please don't die! You come back to me alive, you hear me?!   Please!

..................

Golden hair was the first color other than white that greeted you outside.  "Aether?  Paimon?  What're you three doing here?"

"We must keep moving."  Zhongli finally let go of you and took the lead away from the palace.  His grim expression made your puffy red eyes fill with more tears.  Zhongli said to trust him and Xiao, but what if Zhongli didn't believe that Xiao could win this fight on his own?  

"Come on, it's okay.  We'll get you out of here."  Aether protectively wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled your heavy feet forward.  "Xiao will be just fine."

"Yeah!  He's handled worse than this," Paimon encouraged.  "He'll meet up with us once he's done!"

"Just how far are we going?"  The group must have walked a mile or two from the palace by now--the sight of the shrinking building filled you with trepidation.  That battle would not be easy to win, and it wouldn't be a short one, either.  Still though, you couldn't help but panic at how long it's been already.  "Isn't this far enough?"

"We will rest for a few moments, then we must continue until we get out of Snezhnaya.  Xiao will-"

"I thought we were going to wait for him."

"The country is swarming with Fatui.  We cannot risk-"

"You didn't mention we were going to leave him behind completely!  We can't just leave him, Zhongli! Do you not care at all what happens to him?"

"Keep your voice down-!"  Paimon shushed.  "We can't attract any unwanted attention..."  The ground shuddered, and Paimon's eyes widened as she stared past you.

"What?"

"T-The palace!"

The group turned its attention to the epicenter of the earthquake, and was met with a disturbing sight.  Pillar by pillar, wall to ceiling, the building collapsed on itself.  The palace was reduced to rubble in mere seconds, and the sound echoed faintly until it was replaced by an eerie silence.

"X-Xiao," a faint murmur, then your knees gave out beneath you.  All you could do was stare in shock at the palace, unaware of the tears that streamed down your face.  "Xiao...?  Can you..." hear me?

"Seems the Tsaritsa finished her fight," a foreign voice had everyone but you on edge.  The view of the rubble was blocked by a large hat and blue hair.  "What luck, that I've run into the intruders."

"Scaramouche."  Aether tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

"Hey, get behind us!"  Paimon yelled out from behind you.  "You're in no shape to fight!"

"No...shape...?"  Your gaze finally focused on the harbinger directly in front of you.  He found amusement in your broken expression, his lips even having the audacity to curl into a sadistic, lopsided grin.

"I have orders to kill, but I won't give you the chance for reciting your last words."  He raised his hand to strike you down--

--And was met with a blast of anemo that countered his electricity.  He stumbled back into the snow, his hat even dislodging from his head.  "'No shape to fight?'"  Paimon was met with desolate eyes that lacked their usual copy of an amber tint.  Puffy eyes were dried and replaced with a rendition of anger that was neither boiling rage nor cold revenge.  Zhongli could've described it as similar to the Tsaritsa's change of heart over the centuries.  "I feel perfectly fine, Paimon."

"Are you...?"  Aether took a step forward and lowered his sword when you held your palm out to him as a threat.

"I'm fine.  I'll hold him off.  You guys should leave before things get messy."

"Messy?"

"Traveler," Zhongli caught the attention of Aether and Paimon.  "I think it would be wise to follow her lead."

"But she's not in the right state of mind--"

"I'm afraid that's exactly why we should listen to her.  Come now," he ushered them over and they all began to head in the direction of the border.  Aether was still protesting, but you couldn't hear what he was saying.

"You--"  An angry voice prompted you to turn your head.  "--are DEAD!"

"On the contrary,"  you didn't budge when he came running at you, "it's you who'll die today."

Sparring sessions in the snow with Childe made it much easier to navigate the fresh layers.  It appeared that Scaramouche's time in Mondstat had made him rusty when faced with using the snowy terrain to his advantage, but that didn't stop him from promoting a superconductive reaction whenever he managed to get close to you.  If your vision didn't break, it would be much easier to use that strategy against him.  Instead you relied on an old tree branch as your weapon and the wind to guide your stiffing movements as the temperatures finally bit into your skin.  

Speaking of Childe, where is he today?  He couldn't be waiting at the border to ambush the group...right?  A quick glance over your shoulder gave Scaramouche an opening.  

"Haah!"  Electricity pulsed through the branch that blocked his attack from striking your head.

"Ngh!"  Bear through it.  I've felt worse pain.  I can handle this! "Get back!"  Your hurricane-force winds didn't catch him off guard now that he knew it was your only strategy against him;  you had no idea how to use this unfamiliar power, and while your movements were quick, your inexperience showed.

Scaramouche leapt in time to dodge the gust that tried to sweep him off his feet, and the hat that was in his hand struck your jaw hard enough to bring stars into you vision.  Who knew such a small person could strike like one of those electro skirmishers-

You stumbled and attempted to regain your footing, but not before those all-too familiar jolts rang through your body.  "Ah!"  The snow beneath you didn't help, and neither did the fact that you were now on your knees.  Violent winds whipped blindly in every direction; you couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes.  It seems you were missing your target since you were still being electrocuted.

A sharp kick to your stomach, and you were now staring at the overcast sky.  Then that damned hat obscured your view.  "After this, I'm killing that hero of Mondstat and your retired god."

"Tch."  The taste of iron overwhelmed your tongue.  "You won't kill us that easily."

"What do you care?  You have nothing to live for now that that adeptus is dead.  Die while you still have some smidge of dignity left."

Your confidence faltered if only slightly.  "Take that back.  Take that back!"  You swung the branch at his catalyst and leapt to your feet.  "He's not dead!"  Your aimless, sloppy swings were enough to draw a laugh from the harbinger.  At least, until he kicked you backwards, using his vision to push you further and harder into a tree behind you.

CRISTCH.

W-What...Involuntary tears of pain made it difficult to see where the wound was until the pain pinpointed somewhere around your right kidney.  What just...?

"Good, right where I want you."  Scaramouche began to stalk over with his catalyst floating closely behind him, eyes glinting with satisfaction at the growing spot of blood at your abdomen.

"The tree..ngh..."  What do I do? What do I do? I'm pinned.  I can't--I can't think straight--

"Hey girlie, hold still."  TWISH.  The firing of an arrow rudely interrupted the battlefield and the force of his elemental burst knocked your opponent off his feet.  The voice of a dangerous man shouldn't have been this comforting.

"C-Childe?  What the hell are you--"

"What the HELL are you doing?!"  Scaramouche readied his catalyst and sat up prepared for 'friendly' fire.  Anger practically radiated off of him.

"Making amends.  What does it look like?"  The harbinger emerged from somewhere behind you and moved so that he was between you and your opponent.

"What...?"  Your whisper reached his ears, and Childe glanced at you briefly.

"What a gorgeous sight you make, ojou-chan!  Your blood on the snow is simply breathtaking."  The friendliness in his eyes emptied.  "Unfortunately, I'll have to cut my admiration short.  Can you move?"

"Ngh, I think so.  Give me a minute."

"Perfect," he returned his attention to his fellow harbinger.  "Sorry to interrupt, but you won't be killing her today.  And I have to say, Scaramouche, I've been looking forward to this for a long time."

[bookwrm99]

Sweet Dreams pt. 1

So, I've had to switch my medication recently for my anxiety, and it's been a bit rough. I normally have a bit of a problem with nightmares because of stress, but since starting Effexor it's been like... on steroids. One of my ways of coping with my mental health is writing, so I've started working on an Obey Me! series of short fics with each of the brothers comforting an MC who's been suffering from long-term night terrors as a medication side-effect. I debated about whether to post them or not, but ultimately I feel like if they can be comforting reads to someone else in a similar situation to mine, of course I'd want to share them! So, here's part one with Lucifer. Please know this is based on my own personal experiences with my anxiety and medications- mental health isn't one-size-fits-all, and everybody experiences it differently on all fronts. Not everybody will experience anxiety the way MC does in these fics, and that's okay! MC is not meant to be representative of everyone everywhere who has ever dealt with having an anxiety disorder- I personally think such a thing is impossible anyway. That being said, please practice good reader discretion if mental health is a hard topic for you- the last thing I want to do is harm someone else's mental health with my writing. I'll post specific trigger warnings just above the cut, so you'll know exactly what you're getting yourself into before you continue!

Now that the long disclaimer is out of the way... I hope that you enjoy this small fic series, reader! It was cathartic for me to write, and I hope they can bring comfort to others too.

Genre: Comfort with Lucifer x gn!reader (if you squint)

Word Count: 2.2k

TW: Mentions of anxiety and treatments, depictions of anxiety and nightmare aftermath, descriptions of nightmares

Lucifer was worried.

Not that he would admit to it. He was the Avatar of Pride, and as such he had an image to maintain. After all, just because someone fails to reply to text messages and calls- or does something out of their norm, like skipping breakfast- it doesn't necessarily mean there's something dire afoot.

Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Lucifer tried to school his facial features into something close to neutral as his brothers fretted and discussed (Y/N)'s radio silence, and now their absence at breakfast. Mammon was the first to make a commotion about it, of course, causing the other brothers to slowly voice their own concerns about the resident human exchange student.

"I'm tellin' ya, it's just not like them! We ough'ta check on them. What if they caught some kind of weird human disease and died in their sleep?!" Mammon boomed out, fists clenched and resting on the table as he leaned forward over his plate.

"I highly doubt that, Mammon. I don't know of any human disease with such a quick onset and short incubation period before death. Still, it is a bit worrying. Should we make sure they're alright?" Satan, ever the voice of reason, spoke calmly, looking to the eldest to gauge his reaction to his question.

"Maybe they had a late start? I did suggest a new morning skincare regimen for them; maybe they've taken my advice?" Asmo practically crooned, no doubt preening at the thought of a small success with the exchange student- and probably thinking other impure thoughts related to them getting ready for the day.

"They need to make sure they eat. It's no good trying to learn on an empty stomach," Beel interjected, shaking his head and settling a hand on his stomach, clearly appalled at the thought of enduring that kind of experience.

Lucifer kneaded the small ache that had started to form between his eyes from his brothers' bickering and rapid-fire speculations. A sharp pain lanced through his skull from said place when Mammon brought his closed fists down on the table forcefully, rattling the dishes and forcefully pushing himself and his chair back.

"That's it, I'm checkin' on 'em! If all you guys are gonna do is sit around-"

"Enough, Mammon," Lucifer spoke, commanding the attention of all his brothers. A pregnant silence fell over the room as the Morningstar sighed, casually tossing his linen napkin onto the table beside his empty plate as he calmly pushed his chair back to stand. "I will check on them myself. The rest of you are to go about your days as normal unless you hear otherwise."

A couple of the brothers muttered angrily under their breath, but most seemed satisfied with the decision. Without another word, Lucifer strode from the room, leaving his brothers to clean up and be on their way to RAD.

When Lucifer reached (Y/N)'s room, his superhuman hearing picked up soft sniffles from within, heightening his concern about the human. He rapped his knuckles against the solid wood of the door, calling out their name gently but at a volume where he knew he would be heard. When he didn't hear them stir, and nobody came to the door, he resolved himself to intruding upon a potentially sensitive situation. "(Y/N), I'm coming in."

When he opened the door and took a couple steps across the threshold, he panicked a bit at first, not seeing any sign of (Y/N) in the room. Another small sniff allayed those fears, though, and he closed the door softly behind him, making his way into the space as he looked for the human. He finally found them curled up into a small ball on the floor in a corner of the room, out of sight of the door, their face pressed into their knees as they trembled.

The sight in front of him broke Lucifer's heart. (Y/N) had brought such brightness to his and his brothers' lives, showing them the utmost care and showering them with love they hadn't realized they were starved for. To see them like this- shaking with pent-up sobs and white knuckles as they squeezed their hands into fists- was a blow directly to the eldest's normally ice-cold heart.

"(Y/N)," he breathed, slowly approaching as if he was walking towards a frightened, injured fawn. His entire presence softened as he got down on one knee beside the upset exchange student, fighting the overwhelming urge to gently turn their face to his or pull them into his arms. "What's happened?"

(Y/N) shook their head, their arms tightening around their knees. "It's stupid. I'll be fine. Please don't worry about me- I'll be down for breakfast soon."

Lucifer's face pulled down into an even deeper frown at their words, bothered that they were so quick to invalidate themself and push comfort away. "Well- that's why I'm here. Breakfast was over an hour ago, and my brothers are worried about you."

(Y/N)'s head shot up at that, and for the first time Lucifer got a good look at their flushed, tear-stained face. "God- I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean to worry anybody- I'm such a burden-"

Lucifer made hushing noises, and unable to restrain himself anymore he sat fully on the ground, pulling the human into his arms as they hiccupped and began to sob. When they didn't push him away and began leaning into him, he tightened his hold, rubbing small circles into their lower back as their tears soaked his left shoulder, all the while murmuring soothing words in their ear. After what seemed like a small slice of eternity, but what in reality may have only been fifteen minutes or half of an hour, the exchange student's tears slowed, then stopped altogether, though silent sobs continued to wrack their smaller frame.

Lucifer lifted his head from where he had rested it on top of theirs, leaning back slightly to see their face as he gently tilted it towards him. Red eyes looked back at him, glazed with exhaustion and something else he couldn't quite pinpoint. Reaching up with a gloved hand, he gently cupped their face in the palm of his hand, wiping away the tears he could reach with his thumb.

"You aren't a burden, (Y/N). You go out of your way for myself and my brothers, doing things nobody asked of you to lift us up and make our lives easier. We've needed somebody like you for a long time now, and if anything we are a burden on you. We worry about you because we care." Lucifer broke the silence, his voice gentle but leaving no room for argument. "I won't push you into telling me what's wrong... but if you would like to talk about it, I promise I will do everything in my power to make things right."

Their eyes wavered, then shifted to the side, a frown continuing to mar their beautiful face. "Lu, I... it means a lot to me for you to say something like that. I just... I don't think there is anything you can do, or anybody for that matter, and not for lack of wanting to."

(Y/N) paused for breath, and Lucifer waited, sensing their internal debate about disclosing their struggle to him. Finally, they sighed, sagging against him as if all the strength had just left their body. "You saw my file," they said flatly, their head against his chest. Lucifer tightened his hold around them once again, pressing his face to the crown of their head and making a small sound of affirmation.

"Did it say anything about my anxiety disorder?"

Lucifer paused. Yes, he had noted that there was a mental health condition in their profile- generalized anxiety, with therapist notes stating it had a strong social skew- but it had never come up in conversation with (Y/N) before, and with how bright and happy they usually were, he thought they might be in remission- either that, or managing it extremely well.

(Y/N) continued on before he could answer them. "Barbatos has been making sure I have my medication- which is great, since of all the SSRIs I've tried it's the only one that seems to help level me out. But, the bad thing is... my doctor didn't tell me that a lot of people experience nightmares while on it, and ever since I've started it, it seems like I'm having them almost every single night." They paused for breath, their entire body tensing up, and Lucifer began to soothingly stroke their bicep with his thumb, where his hand had settled after they shifted. "Most of the time they're really vivid and... weird? Like, I had a nightmare a few nights ago that I was leading an expedition into the far North back in the human realm, and just as we were about to reach an Inuit settlement I got lured over the side of the boat by sea monsters and drowned... which has absolutely no relevance to my life experience. Obviously. But in the moment they're so scary-" They shuddered, then continued, almost as if they couldn't stop themself now that they had started speaking. "And then other times they're those really vague ones- like, running away from something through a deep forest at night, and suddenly you're falling off a cliff. But then there's, like, maybe 25% of them that actually are relevant to me- some of the worst periods and moments of my life- and those-" They almost choked on their words at the end, and Lucifer squeezed gently, worried they might start crying again.

When they stayed silent, Lucifer spoke. "How long has this been going on?"

There was a pause before the human answered, as if they knew he wouldn't be happy. "Since before I was brought here."

Lucifer was shocked. The exchange student had been here for several months already, and he was only just now hearing about this? Another pang lanced through his heart, wondering how many other mornings they had spent like this, and he deeply regretted the thought of them spending so many nights tortured by their own mind, all alone.

"You should have come to me sooner, (Y/N). You didn't have to suffer in silence." Lucifer's tone softened the words, and he again leaned back to get a look at the expression on the exchange student's face.

"I didn't want to be- troublesome. All your brothers have their own commitments and things they do, and you especially have so much on your plate. I didn't want to disrespect anybody's time."

Just when Lucifer thought things couldn't get worse, they did. He could hear their fear of being a burden, even with their carefully chosen words. The exchange student had put themself through months of agony, all because they hadn't wanted to trouble him. The revelation deeply disturbed him. A handful of months was nothing in a demon's life, just a blip, but for a human? That was a very long time.

"You are incredibly important, to all of us. Your struggles are never a waste of our time, even if you feel they're insignificant." Lucifer spoke firmly, trying to put every ounce of the conviction he felt into his voice. He reached up again to gently turn the human's face towards him, meeting their eyes with his own crimson ones. "Please, don't put yourself through something like this again. If I can bring even a small amount of the comfort you've brought me back to you, I would move the heavens to do it. Promise me."

Their eyes glimmered, and their bottom lip trembled. "I promise," they almost whispered, their voice choked up.

Lucifer impulsively brought his face closer to theirs, softly placing a chaste kiss on their forehead. The exchange student sniffled, bringing their hands up to wipe at their face.

"I will talk to Solomon and Satan about any potions they might know of to combat your nightmares. In the meantime, please come find me in the event that they wake you up in the middle of the night. I'm no stranger to night terrors."

When they acquiesced, he smiled, satisfied. "Now, get dressed. I'm informing Lord Diavolo that we're taking a personal day off- no buts." He spoke, already seeing the protest in their eyes and on their lips, which had parted on the start of a word. "We'll do whatever you want. My treat."

Their brows furrowed. "Won't you get in trouble?"

Lucifer stood, bringing (Y/N) up with him. "Not if I'm doing it for the exchange student's benefit. I'll give you ten minutes while I make the call." The softness the Morningstar had displayed was now gone, replaced with his usual composure as he began walking towards the door, fishing his D.D.D. out of his pocket as he moved.

"Lu?"

He paused at the door, turning back to look at the human. Their eyes were glimmering in the dim light of the room, arms wrapped around their waist. Lucifer thought they were about to cry again until he recognized the sheer gratitude in their expression.

"Thank you, for this- and for everything."

Lucifer showed a soft smile, just for them. "Anything for you, (Y/N)."

[obeymeblorbos]

Lance and Barbatos wish to tease Lucifer but it doesn't end as planned

Warnings - peepee jokes 💀 I'm sorry. Lyza can't help herself-

Lance - he/him. Lyza - She/Her

Pairings - Lance x Barbatos. Lyza x Lucifer

Lance and Barbatos had together gone out to buy groceries in the market early in the morning but while browsing the stores, the human’s eye caught sight of a T-shirt that he instantly knew would suit Lucifer. A sly grin flickered across Lance’s face which Barbatos admired from his spot beside him.

“Little lamb, there’s something on your face. Let me get it.”

Lance’s eyes widened when he felt the demon’s finger play with his cheek. “O-Oh? Did you get it?”

Barbatos smiled mischievously. “My apologies. Your cheeks looked so adorable when you grinned that I couldn’t help but mistake it for fluffy happiness. Ah, but the blush suits you so I’m not sad about the change.”

“Hey! Y-You didn’t have to fluster me like that…”

“Oya? But I thought it was in my skill description as your boyfriend.”

In the middle of their flirting, they failed to notice the Avatar of Pride appear from inside. 

“What’s all this noise?”

Lyza poked her head from behind Lucifer and teased, “It’s a lover’s spat, methinks. The markets must have been tough today!”

With arms crossed, Lucifer smirked at them. “Oh but this is the usual. Everytime I see them, this is how they are.”

Placing a cheek against Lucifer’s arm, Lyza cooed dreamily, “It’s their charm. I like it.”

Lance felt his cheeks burn. “W-We’re still here, you know?!”

Lucifer looked around in a daze before turning his attention to Lyza. “Did you hear some squeaking?”

An aghast Lance gasped at the atrocity. Far from coming to his aid, Barbatos was laughing behind a gloved hand. 

“Lucifer, as a reward for your wit, let me give this to you.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the bag that Barbatos had extended to him. Accepting it serenely, he took out the T-shirt. No sooner had he seen the print than his fingers wrinkled the fabric in poorly contained rage.

It had the words “Big PP, aka Peacock Parent.” written on it. Lyza took one glance at it and snorted. Lance looked smug as he held his head high - well, as high as he could in front of two tall demons. 

Lucifer stared at Barbatos and spoke through gritted teeth. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

Barbatos smiled back without a care in the world. “Why? Am I getting the message across?”

Lyza put a hand on Lucifer’s and thawed the ice. “Wuci, do you not like it?”

“It’s an understatement to say that I merely dislike it.”

“Well, then.” She took the T-shirt from his hand, “I will wear it myself. Thanks.”

The three stared at her. She shrugged, “Well, it’s oversized, free and brand new, has a funny text and I can pretend that it's Lucifer’s soooo it’s perfect. Thanks you two!”

When she began walking away, Lucifer called out to her, “That’s highly inappropriate, Lyza.”

She turned back and tilted her head, “Why? I was just gonna wear it when sleeping. Nobody will see me… Unless Mammon breaks into my room…”

She gasped at another realisation. “Are… you implying that you’ll stop loving me if I had a PP? That’s just… That’s messed up, dude.”

Lucifer looked exhausted. “That's not it... I don’t remember signing up for this.”

Lance whispered to Barbatos, “Their lover’s spat is interesting, isn’t it?”

Barbatos nodded, “To an extent where I wish I had tea to enjoy while watching it.”

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The Three Dimensions Exchange Week: Chapter 4

I did it. I finally finished the fourth chapter. @voltagefandomproject there's no way I can finish the entire fic before the deadline, but here you go anyways.

CW: slut-shaming with no basis, everyone dying inside. proceed with caution

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Chapter 4:

Diavolo and Barbatos were greeted by their guests looking uncomfortable when they came to pick their guests up and escort them to the House of Lamentation. Did they already dislike being in the Devildom? Aquia assured him that how they feel has nothing to do with being here. “I shan’t say the actual reason. Just please take my word that none of us dislike being here,” he said. He didn’t dare say that he didn’t want to disclose the actual reason was because Y/N was within earshot of them. “Alright,” Diavolo replied, however only somewhat satisfied knowing that he spoke the truth.

By the time they had arrived at the House of Lamentation, Saima had already thrown herself onto her friends and gave them all a hug. Joanne did the same with her friends too. “You have NO idea how much I wanted to do that,” Saima said.

“I’m truly happy to see you again, child of man,” Malleus replied.

Ace: “For real! It has been a minute.”

Sherry and Rio were especially happy to see Joanne too. “I still can’t believe We managed to pull off getting you all here. And I was part of it!” Joanne said.

Parvana chuckled and then ushered the group into the living room where they continued to mingle with one another, now with the Demon Brothers, the Purgatory Hall gang, Diavolo and Barbatos. Y/N tried to join them, but she tripped over her own shoes. She braced herself for the impact, but she never came on contact with the unwaxed floor. She looked up to see Jack’s bemused expression. “Maybe you need a new pair of shoes?” he said.

“T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-thank y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-you f-f-for catching m-m-m-m-me,” she said as her face reddened.

Azul, Ace, and Saima exchanged wide-eyed glances that did not go unnoticed. “What’s that expression for?” Simeon asked. “All Jack did was help a person out.” He wasn’t the only one who was confused, and he certainly wasn’t the only one who had a bad feeling about this. A loud rumbling interrupted the atmosphere, stopping whatever train of thought anyone had at this interaction.

“Ah,” Rio said. “I’m feeling a bit peckish.”

“I almost forgot why we invited you over in the first place,” said Lucifer. “Come into the dining room. The food’s going to get cold.”

To call the dinner a bizarre experience would put it quite lightly. Out of politeness, Simeon tried to strike up a conversation with Y/N, and it would have been normal if not for the incessant stuttering, “shyly” tucking her hair behind her ear every other sentence, and the constant slander of the popular girls at her old school. The layer of discomfort made it all the more difficult to enjoy the dinner.

“I-i-i-i-i-i-i-it’s t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-true,” she stuttered. “T-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-they always m-m-m-m-m-make f-f-f-f-f-f-fun of me for n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-not b-b-b-b-b-being l-l-l-l-like t-t-t-them. I-I-I-I-I’m n-n-n-not a s-s-s-s-s-slut.”

Lance made a face as if to say "bullshit."

“Apparently, the stuttering isn’t a speech impediment,” Lance whispered to Simeon. “I’m afraid I don’t know what it is.”

“Maybe I should get a bag of rice?” said Leviathan, not hiding the fact that he was about to laugh. “She’s lagging like crazy.”

“Come on, be nice,” said Parvana. “No matter HOW insufferable she can be. I wouldn’t discourage calling out her nonsense, though.”

Y/N: Uhhhh? T-t-t-t-thanks?

Barbatos came to the rescue again by changing the subject. “By the by, how are you enjoying your stay in the Devildom? I realize it’s only been a few hours, but I’d really like to know.”

Malleus: “In the short time we’ve been here, I’ve come to quite enjoy myself. Partially because I get to see an old friend again. The atmosphere here seems really nice too. We’ve run into a couple of students upon our arrival, and they seemed quite welcoming.”

Sherry: “Indeed! I’m quite looking forward to meeting some new people, myself. And getting to know all of you better seems like a capital place to start.”

Diavolo: “Excellent! If you’re this enthusiastic about the program, I’m sure this will all go swimmingly.”

Saima: “I most sincerely hope so.”

At this point, hoping is all there is left to do.

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The Three Dimensions Exchange Week Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4