#mephisto obey me

[leviathans-watching]

omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol

please reblog and like <33

➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.

➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.

➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.

➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.

➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.

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[seraphob]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MEPHISTO ✨🍷// Obey Me! Nightbringer

(it is still 11.11. in my timezone please forgive me for being so late q////q)

[hyperfixat]

omg mephisto confessing by printing out a love letter disguised as a copy of rad’s paper.. he gives it to you nonchalant, as he does everyday with the paper, and speeds off as he waits for you to read the flowery loved filled confessions on the inside pages..

and when you corner him in the newspaper club room hes all blushy and wahhh just give the man a smooch

[princessasmosprincess]

The Same Page

In the universe of Mermaid Splash

Summary: When your book falls into the sea, you come face to face with the fascinating merman who retrieves it.

Pairing: Satan x GN Reader/MC

Genre: Fluff.

Warnings: None.

***

Author's Note: While this work makes a few references to Mermaid Splash, you don't have to have read that one to understand it.

***

It felt so rude to stare, but Satan had never seen anyone’s attention so rapt before. Then again, it wasn't as if Satan had even met other merpeople who were avid readers, other than a few of his brothers.

It was nice to observe a human taking advantage of the privilege of reading.

Satan envied humans for their access to books, he could only get the ones claimed by the waves in shipwrecks. What he wouldn’t give to be able to visit a library, just once, like the ones he’d read about.

Many of the humans he had encountered were foolish sailors who placed more value on riches rather than knowledge. So when they succumbed to the song of Satan and his brothers, he didn't care one bit if their lives were lost to the unforgiving depths.

But you seemed different.

You stretched and crossed one leg over the other on the rail of the ship where you had perched yourself as you read, completely oblivious to the revelry on deck.

He was fascinated with the line of your muscles, the way they were able to keep you rooted in such a precarious location despite gravity, wind, and the bobbing of the ship fighting against you. It looked like it could be a comfortable position for reading, but Satan really couldn't say himself. His lower half was different from yours and he didn't have the same capabilities. Not to mention he was rarely, if ever, totally out of the water.

You turned on your side, facing the water, your legs still crossed at the ankle, the shape not unlike a merperson's tail. You gave a blissful sigh as you turned another page, leaning lazily on one arm.

Beautiful.

He could watch you read for hours. There was something so lovely in the way your gaze skimmed the page, the little expressions you made when you read something you liked. He saw you mouth a word you seemed to be unfamiliar with a few times until it felt comfortable on your lips, giving a satisfied smile as you pronounced it once more and then moved on to the next sentence.

Satan’s heart clenched. He did that too (or he used to, he’d already read the books in his collection several times through). It was comforting to know that humans and merpeople weren't all that different, even in little quirks like that. And maybe that meant he had a chance for happiness with his partner.

Asmo deserved that, at least, for all he had gone through.

A breeze picked up and the ship bobbed against the building current. You reached down to brace yourself against the rail, but in doing so you lost hold of your book and it plummeted into the sea.

“No, no, no!” You cried, hopping back onto deck.

“Lost another book over the side?” Someone called after you.

“Not this time!” Your voice faded away as you ran down into the ship.

You couldn't bear to lose another book, this was the seventh one yet and you didn't have the money to replace it. The story was really getting good, too. If you ran fast enough, maybe you could catch it before it sank under the waves.

You threw open the large porthole on the lower deck around where your book had dropped. The book had already begun to drift away but thankfully it still floated on the surface of the water.

Silently cursing yourself for not thinking to grab a net on your way there, you rolled up your sleeves and reached out to try to grab it.

It was too far away.

You looked around the room for something you could use to retrieve it, but there was nothing but tangles of old rope and empty wooden crates.

Now there was an idea…

You dragged a crate up to the wall under the porthole and stepped up onto it. You pushed your shoulders out of the porthole and stretched as far as you could, the green sea churning just a few feet below you, with only one hand as your anchor to the ship. You probably should have made use of the rope, but you had no time for regret.

“Almost…” You could feel your fingers slipping against the edge of the windowsill, but you needed to retrieve your book. Now.

You stretched as far as you could but the book was still too far away. Your fingertips didn't even brush the cover.

Ripples lapped at the pages, and it almost felt as if the sea was taunting you for your loss, keeping the book just out of your reach.

And in one fell swoop it was swallowed by a wave.

“No!” You sagged against the porthole, disappointed and near tears. Your poor book was lost to the sea.

“You should be more careful,” said a gentle voice.

“I know!” You sniffed, burying your face in your folded arms that leaned over the windowsill. “I just couldn't help it. The breeze felt so nice tonight, and sunset is the perfect time for reading.” The crew would never let you live this one down. Mephisto had already lectured you about making “frivolous” purchases, now he had a reason to tear into you about carelessness.

“You’re lucky I was here,” They pressed the book into your hands, prompting you to look up from your wallowing.

You blinked a few times to clear your vision, “Thank y–” It took you a moment to register what you were seeing.

A handsome man, wearing nothing but a single string of pearls, with golden hair and eyes the color of the ocean, floated in the water next to the ship, his emerald green tail swishing behind him.

You screamed.

Of course Satan had to come to your rescue. It was only right as a fellow bibliophile, although now he was starting to regret that decision.

“Please stop,” He tucked his tail underneath himself and treaded water.

You clutched the sopping wet book in your hands, dripping seawater onto the deck as you began loudly rambling something about not getting enough sleep or reading too many fairytales.

Satan needed to calm you before someone else came to find out what was going on. It would do him no good to have the entire ship, likely stocked with tools meant to catch and maim sea creatures, to be up in arms. How embarrassing would it be for a Prince of the Sea to be killed over a book?

“You know, that book of yours is salvageable.” He said, hoping to distract you from your panicking.

You hugged the book against your chest, “It- it is?” You stammered.

“Stand it on its end and fan out the pages and leave it by an open window, don’t touch it until you’re sure it’s dry. It might take a few days.”

You looked from him to the book and then back to him, “How do you know that?”

He gave a patronizing smile. “I take it you're finished?”

You inhaled a deep, shaking breath. Your eyes were still wide in shock, but at least you weren't screaming anymore.

You nodded, your cheeks growing warm. “I’m sorry. I just. I’ve never seen a merperson before. I didn't even think they were real.”

“Oh, I can assure you, we’re very real.” He snapped his tail up behind him.

You gasped. What a cute reaction.

“Um…” You said, trying to regain your composure, “Thank you for saving my book.”

You cradled it in your arms as if it was your most prized possession, and Satan thought he would melt into seafoam on the spot.

“Yes, well,” He looked away, blush blooming on his cheeks. You were even more lovely up close. “I might have kept it for myself if I didn’t already have the same book in my collection.”

“You collect– do you keep them under the sea?” You asked, cocking your head adorably.

“Of course not,” he chuckled, “I keep them in a cave, safe from the elements.”

“Oh, naturally,” you quipped, a playful twinkle in your eye.

So you weren't just pretty to look at, but clever too. He liked that. Really liked that.

“How else would I know the proper way to dry and preserve books? Waterlogged paper doesn’t make for good reading.” He said.

“No it doesn’t…” You looked down sheepishly at the damp leather and soaked pages.

“But if you heed my advice you won’t have that issue. Just don’t leave it too close to the open window.” He teased.

“I won’t, I promise.”

You seemed to study him with such probing, bright eyes. As if trying to figure out exactly how he worked, which Satan realized with a pang was exactly how he had watched you earlier. The thought made him feel almost giddy, it was as if the two of you were on the same page.

Satan swam up a little closer to you, languidly sweeping his tail out behind him so you could get a good look at his fins, his scales glittering in the low light of sunset. “So, which one were you reading?” He asked.

“Huh?” You blinked, distracted by his physique.

“Which story?” The book you had almost lost was a volume of Greek myths, one Satan had read so many times he nearly had it memorized. It seemed you had good taste in literature as well.

“Oh, I was reading the story of Orpheus and Eurydice,” you grinned. “Orpheus was just about to begin his journey out of the underworld when I dropped my book. Thanks to you, I get to read how it ends.” You appeared to be very excited.

“I see…” Satan frowned.

“What is it? Do you not like that story?”

You seemed to want his approval. Did that mean you sensed a connection the way he did? Satan could only hope.

“No, on the contrary, I love it, it’s one of my favorites. It’s just…” His expression was cryptic, “I’d recommend reading Eros and Psyche next.” Satan turned to leave, he could hear your fellow crew members calling for you up on deck.

“Why that one next?” You wanted him to stay, to prolong the time so you could learn more about this handsome merman you'd been fortunate enough to cross paths with. If only Mephisto hadn't chosen that moment to start bellowing.

“Just trust me.” He flashed a smile that almost made you swoon, “Next time you’ll have to tell me what you think.”

“Next time?” Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. “Does that mean I’ll see you again?”

“Perhaps…” He gave a wink over his shoulder before diving into the sea, his beautiful tail flicking up over the water before disappearing beneath the waves.

***

Cross-posted on AO3

[justaweasel]

A thought I had while researching flowers

Mephisto always sends Diavolo flowers, maybe on his birthday, maybe on Valentine's Day, just whenever he can, he does

Diavolo always appreciates the gesture, thinking it rude not to send flowers back

So, while Mephisto sends Diavolo red carnations, roses, purple irises, things like that

Diavolo sends yellow or sometimes striped carnations, sunflowers, yellow roses (whether he knows what he's doing, is up to you)

And sometimes Mephisto waits for the day that he'll get the red ones, the ones that match his friend's hair, the ones that he'll always send but never get back.

He keeps them still, but it doesn't hurt any less when he sees the bouquet of yellow flowers, he even thinks they're taunting him sometimes. He'll take them to a special vase, take care of them, and when they're about to wilt, he presses them, just to keep.

One day, when he was about to give Diavolo his flowers, he saw the prince handing a bouquet to Lucifer. They matched the fallen angel's eyes perfectly, a deep red. Lucifer looked up at the prince, leaned in.. and he didn't wait to see what was next.

Diavolo's bouquet was left forgotten on his nightstand, a crying demon with them. Maybe his tears would cultivate the perfect flowers for the prince. Maybe next year.

[thebellearchives]

hihi can i request fluff prompt 22 with mephisto??

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐂𝐄

~ mephistopheles ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Mephisto is a man who’s not easy to decipher, how many times do you have to break the ice for him to warm up to you?

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff, a tiny little spoiler from the OG last season?

‧₊˚ a / n : omg i’m so happy i got a Mephisto req, i’m forever unfortunately in love with him 🖤 enjoy ~ (this one isn’t proofread either jsjd sorry)

Being part of the student council was draining to say the least, there was always something to do. Most of the chores related to dealing face to face with the students were usually given to Beel or Satan, but when it came to paperwork and similar tasks? Those were reserved for Lucifer, Diavolo and you. It was Friday afternoon, and the Newspaper club windows had been closed for a while. Still, the chill of the wind from outside somehow found it’s way into the room, it almost felt like someone had left the A/C on. And to be fair, you weren’t sure if the cold was due to the weather or it was just Mephistopheles’ presence next to you.

You had definitely talked to him a couple of times before, you had even shared some drinks with him at a party once, but he was such a complicated man. It just felt like no matter how many times you broke the ice with him it would just come back the next time your eyes met. You started shivering slightly, shifting in between newspaper pages and trying to use the silence in favour of your concentration. You weren’t successful, specially when you felt Mephisto’s eyes drilling into your frame from the side.

“Are you cold?” he scoffed.

“No”.

Silence. Your eyes scanned words as fast as you could, knowing you weren’t actually reading any of the words. He groaned loudly, you could almost see him rolling his eyes from the sound alone.

“This is completely unnecessary, I told Lord Diavolo I could do this on my own. Quite frankly it’s not like I need a human’s help” he desperately moved away the papers and grabbed new ones, never losing that classic prideful tone in his voice.

“Trust me, if I could I wouldn’t be here on a Friday afternoon” you mumbled in annoyance “specially not with this weather.”

“What was that?” his voice almost perked up, probably ready to jump into a five hour rant about how you couldn’t handle the cold.

“Nothing. I'm only here because you got demoted from your Leader position at the Newspaper Club.”

He scoffed once again.

“I don’t regret anything.”

“Really?” raising an eyebrow, you turned to him “you’re so into journalism I imagined getting demoted felt like a punch in the guts. Specially since it was Lucifer himself the one who downgraded you.”

“Well, I’m still here aren’t I?” his gloved hands made sure to fix the stack of papers neatly “that arrogant prick’s gonna need more than Lord Diavolo’s favour to get rid of me.”

You smiled, watching his almost glowy green eyes examine files thoroughly. There was something about Mephisto’s haughty perseverance that somehow seemed captivating to you. You watched as his fingers elegantly reordered the newspapers, he fixed a magenta hair strand away from his eyes before looking back to you.

“What are you all smiley for?”

You shrugged, smiling wider.

“Those stickers you made are awesome”

The compliment made him smile too. Smirking, he turned back to his papers.

“Of course they are. Every time I see people at RAD using them I know it was worth it. I just know it grays Lucifer’s hair each time someone sends that sticker.”

“Lucifer looks so happy riding that adorable unicorn” a hearty laugh left your lips, Mephisto started chuckling too, you went back to your papers as well.

“I specially like the unbothered expression in the unicorn’s face”

You snorted, both of you shaking in contained laughter. You sighed and switched the files, another shiver running down your neck and causing goosebumps on your skin.

Mephisto’s curious eyes studied you for a second, before grabbing your stack of papers and moving them over next to his.

“Hey!”

“You’re cold, come here” for someone so elegant, the way he dragged you closer to him had zero class. But when he placed an arm around you and rubbed your shoulder to warm you up you just couldn’t complain.

Blushing, you smiled and brought your papers closer to the table’s edge.

“Thank you”

[aneverydaysimp]

CLOSED FOR THE MOMENT!! Thank you all for the asks!! Will reopen as soon as I'm done writing them!! :))

Okay, y'all, I'm on my knees, begging, pleading, crying for some kind of request/s 😭 I need to get myself out of this writers block and actually post something on here for once in my pathetic little writer's life. So! As of right now, I am willing to write:

Angst

Fluff

Headcanons

Smut (may take awhile)

Crack

What ifs

The characters I am currently willing to write for are:

Lars Rorschach (for all time/lovebrush chronicles)

Clarence Clayden (for all time/lovebrush chronicles)

Rafayel (love and deepspace)

Zayne (love and deepspace)

Willing to attempt Xavier (love and deepspace)

Lucifer (obey me)

Mammon (obey me)

Leviathan (obey me)

Satan (obey me)

Asmodeus (obey me)

Beelzebub (obey me)

Belphegor (obey me)

Diavolo (obey me)

Barbatos (obey me)

Mephistopheles (obey me)

Simeon (obey me)

I'm willing to write for any pairings, but unless specified, will likely just use they/them or you pronouns for the MC :))

I really hope to hear some requests soon <33

[hes-sunshine-im-midnight-rain]

Meowphistofeline

[hallowxiu]

ha got em

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 30 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | lesson 29 | lesson 31

normal and hard

slight og lesson 16 spoilers

baby you can't cook...it's that simple

i feel like mc has to have said something about his cooking to him before and he just forgot bc there's no way he doesn't know he's actually the worst "chef" to grace all three realms and the otherworld (is that what thirteen's realm is called ???)

YOU DON'T SCARE ME BITCH ! NEITHER OF YOU ! YOU NEVER HAVE

unless we count that one scene in og season 1 where luci grabbed mc outta nowhere and threatened them when they kept being nosy. but intimidation isn't fear imo 😤

...and when belphie literally killed them, but i wasn't scared. just caught off guard and powerless bc of a lack of sorcerer training but NOT scared

also them treating beel like a kid who can't make his own decisions is both funny and frustrating from a sibling stance bc yes, he's their baby brother, but he's also a grown ass demon who absolutely can make his own decisions

satan was born like 2 days ago so i ESPECIALLY don't wanna hear nothing from him /j

i bet mammon lost bc of some dumb shit too 😭 levi probably asked him "do you look up to lucifer" and he was like "WHAAAAT no i'm only around him all the time because i like annoying him...not because i adore him and wanna be like him when i grow up or anything...what are you talking about"

BYE he's obsessed 😭 childish too

like openly trying to kill luci and mc by acting like everyone likes solomon's cooking is abominable behavior

oh...oh no :(

I FEEL SO BAD like why couldn't we just say "it's not for me...raphael might like it though" i hate the devs actually

HE LOOKED SO SAD i'm gonna kay em ess

i hate this game...why were the only two options lies ?? why did we even HAVE options ??? like he literally could've just sprinted to his room to spare himself the embarrassment or mc could've said smth like "we promised to keep it a secret so he can't show you"

WHY WOULD THEY MAKE MY SON CRY

telling solomon the truth didn't even matter atp

...so telling solomon the truth was EVEN MORE pointless than i thought i hate it here

levi :(((((((

the emotional whiplash this game is giving me is NOT good for my health

brb gonna go cry my eyes out

(i didn't have enough picture space to talk about the hard lesson, but dia and luci getting payback on mephisto by making him eat solomon's cooking was PEAK comedy)

[leviathans-watching]

You know your "kiss the prettiest in the room" ? Would you ever write what Raphael would react like if you wanted to kiss him instead of any of the others? My apologies if you don't write for him. - ⛓️

"kiss the prettiest person in the room" with the side characters

includes: thirteen, raphael, mephisto x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list | pt 1 | bonus

a/n: i bet yall thought you'd seen the last of this series LMAO. anyway, i don't typically write for these characters so i hope i did okay with their characterization. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

please reblog (& check out the other parts in this series!)

diavolo is holding another sleepover, and you’re all crammed into one of his living rooms, sitting in a rough circle, with some on the couches, some in chairs, and some on the floor

you’re on one of the smaller couches, sharing it with solomon and when the sorcerer gets this glint in his eyes you know he had something up his sleeve

“let’s play truth or dare,” he suggests, and though you suspect the game will devolve into chaos, many of the brothers are quickly on board

the game goes a few rounds before solomon calls on you. “mc, truth or dare?”

you balk; the dare will no doubt be something intense and possibly humiliating, but choosing truth would probably be much worse. “dare,” you say, as confidently as you can

solomon grins wickedly. “kiss the prettiest person in this room.”

you gape at him even as various protests are raised around the room.

“no, mc does it or gets punished for chickening out,” solomon insists, and you recall the punishment, which is to buy a dinner next time you’re all out, something your poor wallet really can’t handle.

“i’ll do it,” you say, and a hush falls over the room as they all wait for you to pick.

thirteen hold back a laugh as she watches the stunned look on solomon’s face get more and more incredulous. seves that slimy sorcerer right! honestly, she hopes will make him trip up and fall into one of her traps.

you tap your chin as you look around the room, and when your eyes meet hers she grins, looking at you through her lashes. not that she expects you to pick her when there are several other people in the room, even if she is the prettiest. 

but you surprise her by standing, approaching even as you hold the eye contact. 

“you said prettiest, right solomon?” you ask, turning to look at him over your shoulder. “not handomsest, or even most attractive?” 

solomon swallows, clearly regretting his word choice. thirteen smirks at him. 

“yes, he said prettiest,” thirteen confirms, and you turn back to her, eyes sparking. 

“oh, well, then that’s perfect! can i kiss you, thirteen?” 

“you know you don’t have to ask,” she teases. you laugh, then lean down, giving her a short, impersonal peck on the lips. it’s one of the most chaste kisses she’s ever shared and as you pull away, she can’t help but wish for more.

raphael blinks as he takes in the scope of the dare is that even allowed? is it even appropriate?

you don’t seem to be having such qualms, scanning the room with intent. honestly, he feels more like he’s watching a car crash than a dare, and can’t help but wince imagining the impact.

except the car crash is now headed towards him with frightening speed.

“rapheal, you can totally say no,” you begin, taking a deep breath, “but honestly, you’re like really pretty, so can i kiss you?”

“me?” he echoes, stunned. “i’ve never been called pretty before.”

“really?” you squint at him. “well you totally are. but if you don’t want to kiss me that’s totally fine, i can choose the second prettiest.”

“nope!” solomon calls with glee. “that wasn’t the dare!”

“you can kiss me,” he says quietly. bravely too, if the glares he’s receiving are any indication. “i don’t mind.”

“you sure?”

he nods and in an instant, your close. like, really close. you give him one last chance to back out, but in another moment of bravery (or stupidity), he closes the distance between you. it’s been some time since he’s last kissed someone, but he hopes it’s enough to fulfill the requirements of the dare.

“whoa,” you say, hands on his shoulders as you look up at him. is that good or bad?

mephisto sighs. he can’t believe he was convinced to come to such a juvenile gathering! they haven’t even been talking about anything juicy enough to use in the newspaper!

but maybe this dare is his chance. romances among the most popular people in the school are always hot topics. he suposes he’ll just have to embellish the story behind the kiss, depending on who you choose.

“mephisto, come here,” you call, and he looks up sharply.

“surely you cannot mean–”

“oh, i mean,” you say with a grin. “as long as you’re willing, that is.”

juicy scoop or a chance to kiss you…?

oh, screw it. he’s on his feet in an instant, crossing the room to get to you. you don’t give him time to talk or anything, just grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling down.

the lasts a tad longer than it needs to, but mephisto can’t find it in himself to regret his eagerness, especially since you seem to be equally invigorated.

“okay, okay, break it up!” solomon eventually demands, and you pull back, laughing. he laughs too, suddenly not regretting attending at all.

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[seraphob]

あたしヴァンパイア~ // I am a vampire 🧛 🩸 // Obey me! Nightbringer

— RiiKami Voice = Mephisto Voice 🧎

[hyperfixat]

was daydreaming about mephisto in a car ride the other day.. just mc falling asleep in the quiet of the newspaper room, only ambient sound of old computers and printers, and no one seems to ever stay in there for long, the demons around them don’t linger, so it’s easy to slip into sleep.

and mephisto walking in, ready to scold the insolent human exchange student (they aren’t a part of the club, they shouldn’t be here, how stupid do you have to be to fall asleep in the open, demons mill about and not all of them are as willing to leave you be as he is), but your soft snores make him halt. he narrows his eyes a you, sulking over to the computer to type up a front page draft.

as he does so, other various demons come through, and leave quickly, sparing you only quick glances, which doesn’t seem… right. surely someone would take this opportunity to do something to harm you, so he sneaks over to you, extending a gloved hand to feel the magic around, you, and not to much surprise he comes to feel many wards. solomon, lucifer, barbatos, something far too angelic for him to comfortably explore, mammon, satan… you’ve amassed many protective spells. his lips tug down, and as he makes a quick glance around to ensure no one will catch him, places a well practiced ward on you, resting his hand on your forehead briefly to cast.

you stir at his touch and he flinches away, cape billowing at the speed he retreats to his desk, sitting back down as if he never touched you.

you blink around, gaze settling on mephisto, “mm.. mephisto?”

“feeling familiar, are we? you fell asleep here, human.”

“ah,” you sit up and reach around for your bag. “sorry about that, it’s just so nice in here.”

he regards you, flushing at your still sleepy words. you complimented the room, not him, but it brings a pleasant flutter in his heart.

“be more careful about where you chose to rest, human, do not forget which realm you reside in. not all demons are as willing to leave you be as i am.”

you stand and adjust your uniform. “sorry, mephista- mephistoph- uh, sorry mephisto.”

“mephistopheles.”

“yeah, sorry. you won’t find me here again.”

“i’d hope so, you aren’t even a member of the newspaper club.”

and yet, when he finds you on the couch fast asleep again and again, he can’t bring himself to wake you or kick you out, only placing a demonic blessing on you and leaving you to rest.

humans need more rest than demons, who would he be to deter the exchange program’s success, mephistopheles reasons. and it has nothing to do with your soft breathing and the warmth you make him feel, nothing at all.

[4belphie]

when i can romance mephisto i’m gonna be sooo insufferable

[solnsol]

Nightbringer Spoilers! For birthdays

Nightbringer Mephisto is a different breed. He's so sweet 😭

Fr he deserves a hug. Dont you see Mephisto is a big bundle of insecurities 😔🥺 WE MUST PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS

[jackalopesao3]

😐 Mmm not digging Mephistopheles constantly being targeted by the brothers.

Idk I just feel bad for Mephisto. When I was a kid I was the friend that was constantly replaced and it stung. This poor fella was raised to be Dia’s bff. Literally that was to be his life’s purpose.

This whole exchange was just kinda weird. Like I get the truth serum wouldn’t affect Dia because he doesn’t lie but I just wish there was a bit more seriousness to it?

Also…why is Mammon pulling that particular prank on Dia and Mephi? That’s pretty cruel.

Edit: Someone brought up to me that maybe Mammon was trying to help Mephistopheles with problems - I’ve seen another post with that theory as well and while I’d love if that were the case, I don’t know that it is. Suddenly going from making fun of him in nearly every encounter to helping him within a few lessons seems odd to me. With the OG timeline I could see this being the case more than NB timeline as everyone’s been well settled in.

Or Mammon just targeted the two richest dudes for blackmail purposes (keep embarrassing secrets safe for money lol) or to get them to tell him their credit card numbers and Lucifer intercepted him before he could enact the second part of his plan.

There’s a lot of Mephisto bullying to be had lately and it’s kinda grossing me out. I get that he’s a rich, noble snob but it still rubs me the wrong way for some reason. Maybe because I was severely bullied for a large part of my childhood. 🤷

I don’t like bullies and when others gang up on one person and the other lesson with the brothers picking on Mephisto and now this is painting them in almost a bad light? I’m seriously not trying to white knight or whatever. He’s not one of my favs but it’s just bugging me.

And like yeah, I get it, he was rude to MC in the OG for a while but like he never ganged up on them with others. He literally just made some rude comments for the most part that doesn’t mean he deserves to be relentlessly bullied and made a constant target. I’d never wish that on anyone.

Anyways end rant. Please someone give this poor dude a hug.