#obey me fics

[dinaaaaee]

Firsts with him.

👾Leviathan x gender neutral MC!

👾Synopsis: Firsts with him, abit ooc - didn't follow alot of the dialogue with him and mc at first because It felt awkward ngl. Long sorry.

👾I went back to some lessons to get actual dialogue, I really like this concept so if you want me to do more characters, please request!

👾Warnings: Mentions of death threats - that's just dialogue from the first time MC was in the devildom

✰ When you first met him.

You recall meeting him like it was just yesterday.

Freshly new to the devildom, you and Mammon had just got partnered up. Despite, his complains against 'babysitting' a human, he was kind enough to warn you about other demons, and how you should run if you spot them coming to attack you, or well just die…

Kind enough you suppose.

Just as you were about to thank him, an intense and irritated voice came from behind and startled you both.

"How about this? I vote for YOU to die, Mammon." The taller man, towered over him.

Mammon, quickly turning around: "D'ah…! Levi… you-...uh Listen up, human! This is Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy. He's the third oldest of our three brothers."

Gazing up at the taller demon, he was becoming more and more attractive by the minute. Amber orange eyes that glowed with rage, indigo purple messy hair with side-swept bangs covering half of his eyes, plump, smooth lips that's clearly taken care of. Oh, and his height…his height.

"Mammon give me back my money. Then go crawl in a hole and die."

"C'mon, man I said I'll give it back to you when I have time!" As they continued to bicker, you couldn't help but stare at the older demon Infront of you, sure the other demons you met were attractive, but you wasn't sure what made you more attracted to the Avatar of Envy then the others. Was it his anger? Was it because he kept glancing at you? You swear your heart skipped a beat when he did.

There was no denial, that there was a mutual attraction, even if you both didn’t want to admit it.

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✰ When you first made a pact with him/first apology.

He made a mistake.

Due to Levi's persistence in getting his money back, you ended up making a pact with Mammon. Despite of it all, he still did not get his money back.

What a shame.

A few weeks later, you were becoming more intrigued by that attic; something about that damn attic was luring you in. But of course, Lucifer wouldn't let you go in so easily, so you needed a distraction.

That's how you and Levi ended up in a TSL contest.

The icing on the cake was the very limited wing pendant Solomon gave to you, that Leviathan would kill to get.

But you had it. He didn't like that. How the hell do you have something so rare and you’ve only been in the devildom for a couple of days?! Jealousy, rage, welled up in him.

He wasn't thinking clearly, he saw green.

BANG!

You were now running away.

Leviathan couldn't face you, not after he embarrassed himself, But he had, has to apologize, only because Lucifer is nagging him. Working up the courage after a few days of going quiet, he messages and invites you to the music room, saying you could bring someone if your uncomfortable, but just meet him there.

Sighing, you walk over to the music room downstairs, and see the tall demon, impatiently walking around in a circle in a quicken pace.

"Finally, I've been waiting for you to show up!" Levi exclaimed. Surprised to see that you actually came, and without anyone? He took a step forwards to you, and looked behind you, to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"You didn't bring anyone with you? No Mammon?" "No, I didn't." "Even, after...what happened?"

Sighing, you tell him despite being hurt by his actions, you understand that he is the Avatar of Envy and a Demon.

Are you an angel?

Releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding in, he gets straight to the point. "Well we did agree, if you did win I would agree to be in a pact with you." He says fake smiling.

“We did.” you say, genuinely smiling.

Shaking the sinners hand, your now in a pact with.

"So what is it? A normie human like you, wanting a pact with a demon? there is obviously a ulterior motive here."

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✰When he calls you henry for the first time/holds your hand.

Lights, acting, action.

Whoever said that devils work harder were right, there was a few days left until the big day, until the student council members + mc performs a TSL play for RAD and Simeon was not going easy on them.

Now all you can hear is students cheerings overtaking the medival music playing in the background. You see blood roses been thrown onto the wide black stage, Levi in the middle of the stage calling for you, to come out with him. When you do join him, you didn’t expect him to take your hand in his. His hand feels unexpectedly soft, expectedly sweaty, but you don’t mind.

“Henry I can’t believe we did that! We just did that!” Levi excitedly says in the middle of bowing.

“Lord of the Shadows, we did just do that!!”

“EEKK! that was so nervewrecking but amazing at the same time. Henry, you especially were amazing out there, you portrayed him perfectly, just as how I imagined him to be.” Levi now is facing you, with sparkles in his eyes, his hand still intertwined with yours. You could see the passion, the admiration in his eyes, making you shy away.

“Oh… thank you. Hehe, you were just as awesome though! especially with the betrayal scene.”

He gives you a genuine toothy grin, and says “All because of you, my henry! You gave me the inspiration and a confidence boost to play my character, your my best friend, my henry in real life, lol!” And with that you both finished your credits, and walked off stage back to your changing rooms, the warmth still lingering on your hand, not forgetting his words and how he called you his henry, his best friend.

Is the room suddenly hot now?

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✰When he gives you a gift for the first time.

Knock, Knock.

“Whats the password?”

“The second Lord-

“Oh, Mc! Come in, quick!”

Chuckling you open his door, finding him on sitting on the floor, with something behind his back.

“Someone is in a hurry today. So what was the emergency that you needed me for? That couldnt wait after I finished my hookberry tea?”

“Close your eyes, and put both of your hands out, don’t open your eyes until I say so.”

Hesitating, you slowly put your hands out.

“Pleeeaaase, henry? Don’t worry its nothing bad, lmao.”

“Fine.”

You did as what he said, and waited. You could feel that whatever he put on your hands was quite heavy.

“Okay, 3,2,1! Look.”

Opening your eyes and looking down, you see that it was a neon orange consoles, the controls were black, however the back had a little drawing of your favourite character from your favourites anime/show.

“Ta daaa! I got us matching consoles, now there is no excuse for not playing with me, and just sitting there. I remember you telling me about how much you love this character and I couldn’t help but watch the anime/show myself, It can also glow in the dark, check it out.” Levi pressed a button on his remote control and the lights go abit dim, you could see the consoles glowing.

“oh my god!! LEVI I LOVE THESE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!” (imagine ken’s squeal) you exclaim with enthusiasm, tackling him into a hug and kissing his right cheek.

“I- uh- e - w-why w-would y-you “ Levi malfunctions.

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✰Confession that leads to a first kiss with him.

For a while now you’ve liked Leviathan, and not only in a friendly way but also in a romantic way. Everyone else but him, was aware of it. From the moment you met him, you knew there was attraction and he knew it too. But now, everytime he walked past, you had apparent hearts in your eyes making it hard to hide.

Knowing this cannot go on for long, you were planning on tell him, but little did you know he was going to beat you to it. Levi messaged you to meet him in his room afterschool, thats how you ended up sitting next to him on the floor watching him play with the strings of his white jacket.

“Uhm Levi?” you called out for him, breaking him from his thoughts.

“R-right, y-yeah.”

“You can do this Leviathan.” He hype whispers himself.

Levi shakily grabbing his controller and dragging the slider to a game, waiting for it to load, while you was peering over his shoulder, confused on what he needs.

“Uh…so. I-I made this f-for you.” He says while hiding he face, loading screen complete.

Looking at the screen you can see sentences: ‘Idk how to tell u in person, but I rlly ♡ u, not in a friend way btw’

…

…

…

Your heart was doing jumping jacks, you was grinning like an idiot, you forgot to speak, making Levi next to you, confused and nervous.

“M-Mc I-If you-“

Tackling him into a hug you thank him, and tell him that you really ♡ him aswell, he almost fainted.

“Levi, I’m so glad you told me that you like me, I was planning on telling you soon. I really like you aswell.”

Mc, you are going to be the death of him.

“Can I kiss you?” you ask shly.

“A-are you sure y-you want to k-kiss an yucky shut-in otaku like me?!” He was red as a tomato.

“I want to kiss you.”

…

Finally, he nods, closing his eyes and leaning in, you cup his face with both of your hands, leaning in, sitting on your knees, pressing your lips with his, it was a sweet chaste kiss but as soon as you both pulled away you were left wanting more. Wanting more of his cherry lip balm taste, wanting more of him.

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Bonus: different ver, after confessing:

“Mc, Why- Why w-would you want trash like me?”

“Levi your not trash, but if you are trash can I take you out? ;)”

“I a- wait…”

[hopeluna-archived]

I gotta send it back ( ꒪Д꒪)ノ Mc used to be a god, but even immortals can be killed. They now reincarnated as a human & racing with time to grasp the divine power once belong to them. Merry soon christmas bc my final exams will be performed during western holiday *sob*

Obey Me! + MC who used to be a god

⊹˚.⋆ A/N: so here you go, me just exploring the idea in a little headcanon?? I really don't know what to call this imao. Also merry soon christmas!! and good luck on your exams anon, i'm sure you'll do well <3

⊹˚.⋆ Characters: The brothers x gn!reader

M.list

I feel like Lucifer and Diavolo, while choosing people for the exchange program, might have overlooked the fact that MC used to be god and when they arrive at Devildom, Barbatos is the first one to observe a odd air around them. But after MC telling them of their situation,

Lucifer would likely be the most doubtful out of everyone, hesitant to believe MC. But after some heavy background research, Lucifer will come around to the fact that maybe MC isn't lying about themselves.

Mammon is shocked and also very confused. You probably have to explain it to him A LOT. But he is actually impressed, like he already liked you (not that he would admit it) but the fact that you used to be a god? He thinks you're the coolest person ever.

Levi is immediately launching into theories and how he's seen this happen one too many times in anime plot lines. He will bombard you with solutions on how you could get back the power that once belonged to you and who knows maybe one of them will work?

Satan is curious. Curious to know more about your past and help you find a way to grasp the power you had. The way Satan researches about this stuff, it feels like he's more desperate than you are to get your power back. Levi and him definitely team up to bring up theories about this every week.

Asmo is also, like Satan, curious. Maybe not too that extent but he always wants to hear you talk about how your life was like when you were god, eagerly soaking up every detail from your stories.

Beel is just kinda...chill with it?? When you tell him, he just goes "okay cool" and offers you some of the pie he was eating. Truthfully, it doesn't really matter to him what you were, he thought you were cool before and he still thinks that now, nothing's changed.

Belphie is, similarly to Lucifer, doubtful of the truth and given his history with certain gods, he's also cautious. But once he realizes that you do not mean any harm, he relaxes.

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[snowcandyz]

How to Babysit Six Toddlers 101: Lucifer's Special Edition

Genre: Fluff

Summary: A special babysitting guide for Lucifer when his six troublemaker brothers were 'babyfied' by a powerful group of witches.

Tada! His brothers were cursed by some witches as a punishment.

What for? Apparently, they were in a bet with this group of witches and lost miserably because Mammon and Satan chose to play dirty.

Let’s just say Lucifer came home with six crying toddlers.

Sigh…

He can’t undo the spells easily since it’s a powerful group of witches and there’s 6 of them altogether. Might as well just wait for them to change back to normal in 3 months time (and probably blackmail them with photos or videos, who knows. Serves you right for trying to cheat)

Baby-proof the house at the speed of lightning.

MAMMON [3 YEARS OLD]

Troublemaker 1.0

Ran around the house; jumped up and down the stairs; climbed up the high window; jumped on the couch, the bed, the table.

Basically, Lucifer couldn’t keep his eyes off of Mammon for one second because Mammon would find absolutely anything to get himself in trouble.

Either hurting himself from falling down the stairs or breaking the vase and cutting his finger

Anything

Would be the one to tease Levi by stealing his Henry 2.0’s plushie.

But secretly watched over his brothers when they were playing together. Making sure there are safe, perhaps?

Mammon is the type of toddler who likes to venture off and may end up getting lost.

But the chances of him getting lost when Lucifer took the brothers out for a walk is low because Mammon couldn’t stand 5 minutes being away from Lucifer.

“Lu…Lucifer… Where…?”

He ended up getting returned to Lucifer by some passers-by who heard his cries.

Whenever Mammon cried, it only took about several minutes for Lucifer to calm him down.

“Mammon! I told you not to do that! Look what happened!” Lucifer scolded him after he’s crying from the broken piece of glass that cut his finger.

Although his tone was pretty harsh, the gentle touch when he wiped some antiseptic on Mammon’s wound made Mammon sniff quietly.

He stared quietly at the band-aid on his forefinger before extending it to Lucifer and whimpered, “Pain…”

Lucifer sighed and gave it a kiss before telling Mammon to not run around the house again.

Had a lot of energy during the day but thankfully would lay low during the night.

What Lucifer likes about Mammon:

Mammon would wait for Lucifer every morning instead of crying for attention like normal toddlers. When he woke up and found out Lucifer wasn’t inside the room, he would lay down quietly and patiently wait for his big brother to show up, either from the kitchen after making their breakfast or from the shower.

Mammon would also lightly pat Levi and Satan whenever they stirred in their sleep to comfort them because those two would cry and wake the others up.

So when Lucifer came into the room, Mammon would sit up and smile brightly before extending his arms, indicating he wanted Lucifer to pick him up.

Other things to note about Toddler Mammon:

The first one to fall asleep (L: only needs to lie beside him and pat him slowly until he falls asleep)

Also the first to wake up (L: no waking up needed)

Temperament: Difficult (L: Troublemaker during the day, an easy child during the night)

LEVIATHAN [3 YEARS OLD]

Very quiet and easy to please.

All Lucifer needed to do was give him some toys and keep him close in case Levi wanted to take a nap or he’s hungry.

A good company when Lucifer’s working on his paper works.

But do not, under any circumstances, take Henry 2.0’s plushie away from him.

Would cry his eyes out, even after Lucifer took the plushie from Mammon and returned it to Levi.

Very difficult to calm down after his cries.

It took Lucifer about 20 to 25 minutes to finally calm him down.

Levi would be the type to eat while playing with his toy cars (also with Henry 2.0’s plushie beside him)

“Leviathan! How many times have I told you to focus during eating?”

If Lucifer threatened to take his toys away, he’d start to cry.

Bonds well with Asmo. He’s willing to share some of his plushies (except Henry 2.0) with Asmo.

Levi took a long time in the bath, mostly he’d play story-telling with the rubber duckies.

So Lucifer had to pull him away from the tub before his lips turned blue.

“Stop struggling! You’ve been in the bath for 45 minutes now!”

Whenever Lucifer took the brothers out for a walk, Levi will stay close to Lucifer. Even whined that he didn’t want to go out sometimes.

If a stranger approached the brothers and try to smile or greet Levi, he’d cry and quickly run to hug Lucifer’s leg for comfort.

DO NOT LIKE STRANGER

Again, Lucifer had a hard time calming him down.

Are you sure he’s easier to take care of than Mammon, Luci?

What Lucifer likes about Leviathan:

Basically Leviathan is very easy to take care of. He likes to do his usual routine, eat his usual snacks, play with his usual toys. Just don’t introduce new things suddenly because he will not like them very much. So if Lucifer sticks to Levi’s usual routine, he will not complain much. His quiet company is very much appreciated by Lucifer because he does not cry easily.

Yes, only under certain circumstances that someone steals his toys, will he cry. So keep Mammon in check.

Levi also coloured and doodled on paper quite often. Every time he finished his masterpiece, he’d joyfully run to Lucifer and showed his drawings. Most of the time, it’s about dragons and robots, but Levi also drew the brothers together sometimes.

You can bet he saved all of Levi’s drawings on his pinboard.

One time, Lucifer noticed Levi kept swiping his bangs away from his eyes as he tried to colour some drawings. Lucifer ordered him to sit up for a while and tied his bangs with a black hair tie. Since then, Levi would run to Lucifer if he wanted to doodle or colour so Lucifer could tie his hair.

Other things to note about Toddler Leviathan:

The last one to fall asleep (L: very hard to fall asleep, needs to read several bedtime stories about dragons and knights before he dozes off)

The third to wake up (L: will search for me after waking up, so be prepared to take him before he disturbs the others)

Temperament: Slow-to-warm-up (L: takes some time to get comfortable around new things, and KEEP HENRY 2.0 CLOSE)

SATAN [1 YEAR OLD]

Troublemaker 2.0

Literally will break every glass in sight, throw every object he got his hands on, topple (or push very hard with his chaotic baby energy) every table and even cry for attention almost every second.

So guess what baby Satan will do when Lucifer comes to comfort his tantrum?

He will bite Lucifer’s hand and pull on his hair.

“Satan!” Lucifer glared at the baby.

Baby Satan still did not stop biting Lucifer’s hand.

If Lucifer ignored his tantrum, Satan will do it even harder. Even induce Belphie and Beel to cry along if Satan did not calm down.

“What exactly do you want…” Lucifer sighed as he cradled crying baby Belphie in his arms to comfort him.

Satan ended up having to spend his entire day in a baby strap while Lucifer cleaned up his mess.

Because Levi likes to play story-telling while he’s in the bath, baby Satan would sometimes crawl into the bathroom to either listen or play with the water that Levi purposely splashed at him.

Lucifer ended up having to change Satan’s clothes yet again because of Levi.

Diavolo who is intrigued by baby Satan will ask Lucifer whether they can hold Satan for a bit.

Lucifer usually leaves the decision entirely to his brothers and with Satan, he’s willing to make friends with anybody. He’d laugh and get along well, even with strangers, unlike his two older brothers.

But after some time, Satan will start to whine and cry if he’s not back in Lucifer’s arms.

With baby Satan being sassy all the time, Lucifer took quite some time to comfort him from his cries.

His tantrums are the worst but there’s a cute side of him that only Lucifer knows.

What Lucifer likes about Satan:

On rare occasions that Satan was quiet and obedient, he’d crawl to Lucifer’s leg and tug on his pants. When he successfully grabbed Lucifer’s attention, Satan would raise his arms and ask Lucifer to pick him up.

Lucifer would do so and put him on top of his working desk. The quiet baby Satan then watched his eldest brother work while occasionally letting out his baby talk and slapped the table loudly.

“What is it? You want me to read you some books?”

“Ki…tty…”

“Books about cats? Sure, let’s do it,” Lucifer picked him up in his arms and took some books with colourful cat images to enjoy the evening with his brother.

Other things to note about Infant Satan:

The fifth one to fall asleep (L: almost the same as Leviathan, but actually goes to sleep after drinking his milk and listening to some bedtime stories. Needs constant soothing when sleepy. Stirs up in sleep quite often)

The fourth to wake up (L: will cry if I’m not beside him, so prepare his milk beforehand)

Temperament: Difficult (L: A literal child of the devil. VERY hard to please)

ASMODEUS [2 YEARS OLD]

A sweet angel.

Bonds well with all of his brothers.

Played along with Mammon as they both ventured around the house excitedly. Usually didn’t get in trouble because Mammon is the first one to either jump down the stairs or climb up the window. So Asmo could get away while Mammon received a lecture by Lucifer.

Played with Levi’s plushies and asked him to brush his hair after bath. And surprisingly, Levi did not complain. He skillfully brushed Asmo’s hair before the two played together with some toys.

Also took a long time in the bath.

Likes to help Lucifer in the kitchen.

Helped mash the potatoes for Beel’s snack.

Sometimes kept Satan occupied from wrecking the house by playing with him.

Always gushed over Belphie when he’s sleeping.

“Belfe is cute!” Asmo exclaimed beside Lucifer as he stared at his brother’s sleeping figure in Lucifer’s arms.

“Yes, yes. Now keep quiet. You’ll wake him up,” Lucifer whispered.

Rarely cries and is easy to comfort if he ever cries.

Because of his friendly nature, a lot of passers-by in the park like to stop and greet the brothers, especially Asmo.

Like Satan, he wouldn’t mind befriending anyone.

And unlike everyone else, he won’t cry if he didn’t see Lucifer nearby.

So Lucifer has to keep track of Asmo’s whereabout because there’s a lot of malicious demons out there who’d take advantage of the situation and try to hurt—or even worse, kidnap—his brother(s).

What Lucifer likes about Asmodeus:

“Lushifa! Asmo give flower!”

“Lushifa! Asmo give comb!”

“Lushifa! Asmo give pen!”

That’s the daily routine with Asmo around when Lucifer’s trying to finish his paperwork. Yes, it can be pretty annoying sometimes but with Asmo repeatedly pestering him, it gives him some reminder to either take a break; check on his brothers (especially Mammon, Satan and Beel); or a reminder that it’s snack/nap time for the toddlers.

“Asmo sleepy…” he whined while rubbing his eyes.

Levi, who was playing with Asmo just now, was also whining groggily.

Lucifer took a glance on his wristwatch before putting down his pen and picking Asmodeus up. The toddler instantly laid his head on the eldest’s shoulder while the eldest took Levi by the hand and assisted them both to the common room.

He carefully laid down futons for his six brothers and gently laid down Asmodeus, who’s already sound asleep, to his futon. He tugged the toddler in and proceeded to lull Levi to sleep. It wasn’t long until the third eldest followed Asmodeus into Dreamland.

Lucifer gave them both a small smile one last time before taking off to find the remaining brothers for their nap time.

Other things to note about Toddler Asmodeus:

The fourth one to fall asleep (L: falls asleep faster if I sing his favourite lullaby)

The second one to wake up (L: always happy in the morning, a cutie)

Temperament: Easy (L: a good toddler)

BEELZEBUB [1.8 YEARS OLD]

Chubby baby

Always be seen with Belphie.

Would cry if he couldn’t find Belphie within 10 minutes.

Actually very patient.

When Belphie sleeps, Beel will still hold Belphie’s hand and play by himself quietly.

If Mammon or Satan made enough noise to actually wake Belphie up, he will cry (because Belphie is crying too)

Won’t cry for a long time, so Lucifer didn’t have a hard time calming him down.

Likes to walk into the kitchen and search for snacks. If Lucifer’s there, he’d demand for some snacks but if Lucifer’s not there, he’d try to climb the stool and get on top of the table.

Usually Belphie held him back because it’s dangerous (he fell down several times but still wanted to try) but if Belphie’s taking a nap, Mammon would be the one who stopped him from climbing the stool.

Because of the ruckus, Lucifer made his way into the kitchen and carefully picked up Beel before anything bad happened.

And now that Lucifer’s here, Beel can ask for snacks!

“Beel, it’s only 10 in the morning,” Lucifer sighed again while going through the cabinet to search for Beel’s favourite baby biscuit.

“Besides, you just ate the mashed potatoes Asmo made for you,” In contrast to his words, Lucifer handed him two pieces of baby biscuits for Beel to munch on.

While he’s smiling and happily munching on the snack, Lucifer picked him up into his arm and walked out of the kitchen, making sure he cast a spell on the kitchen entrance in case Beel walked there again to cause trouble.

Likes to give his brothers a surprise hug.

The one who got the most surprise hug is Belphie. Mammon and Asmo are next.

Ran along and played with Mammon whenever they went out for a walk.

But only on one condition that he can see Belphie nearby.

If Mammon is going too far of the radar, Beel will stop playing and run back to Lucifer and Belphie.

He could always find those two, who were sitting on a bench while Lucifer calmed Levi from his cries and baby Satan watched curiously.

If Beel encountered any stranger, he won’t cry or run.

Sure, strangers can touch him or pick him up and play with him, but be mindful. If he can’t see Belphie for 10 minutes, he will cry.

And because the ones holding him is not Lucifer, he will cry extra hard.

What Lucifer likes about Beelzebub:

Sometimes, Beel would wake up in the middle of the night. He looked over to his right and spotted Belphie with his favourite black spots blanket covering his tiny body. His chest rose up and down slowly.

Beel then crawled towards Lucifer who’s sleeping in between Satan and Belphie. He made sure he didn’t wake anyone up, including Lucifer, as he crawled quietly on top of the eldest.

Lucifer positioned himself between Belphie and Satan because Satan always stirred in his sleep so Lucifer had to comfort him regularly. Meanwhile, Belphie loves to sleep beside Lucifer and Beel so Beel didn’t really get any chance to get close with the eldest.

Therefore, he wanted to take this chance. After making sure no one woke up, Beel laid his head on Lucifer’s chest and slowly went back to sleep, lulling himself with his brother’s calm heartbeat.

Little did he know, Lucifer was awake throughout Beel’s little 'journey’. Having to care for Satan who would regularly whine in his dreams and cry, Lucifer knew not to be a heavy sleeper.

As soon as he felt another weight on top of him, he knew Beel was there too. After making sure the toddler’s asleep again, he carefully placed his arm on top of Beel to make sure the redhead didn’t fall and accidentally hit one of his brothers.

With a small smile, Lucifer went back to sleep.

Other things to note about Toddler Beelzebub:

The third one to fall asleep (L: give him his milk and lull him to sleep. Sleeps faster when Belphie holds his hand)

The sixth one to wake up (L: will be very hungry so best to prepare his breakfast and milk beforehand)

Temperament: Easy (L: aside from his constant snacking, Beel is a very chill baby)

BELPHEGOR [1.8 YEARS OLD]

Had his brothers gush over him all the time even though Satan is the youngest in the family.

Got a lot of things done for him by Mammon, Levi and Asmo.

Didn’t complain much about it because now he won’t have to do anything *wink *wink

Likes to lay his head on whoever lifts him up. Most likely Lucifer but Mammon tried picking him up too once and almost fell down. But Belphie still laid his head lovingly on Mammon’s shoulder.

Actually likes to play with Satan a lot.

Join Satan’s mischievous adventure of destroying the house but Beel would sometimes stop Belphie.

Beel’s crying face made Belphie stop and choose to comfort his twin instead.

Likes to hold hand with Beel.

Will not sleep if Beel’s not nearby. And if he didn’t get to sleep according to his usual nap time, he will cry. Hard.

Lucifer had a hard time trying to soothe him when he’s cranky.

Quite a picky eater too. Didn’t like many things so Lucifer had to think hard for this one.

“What exactly do you want to eat? I’ve given you many options!”

Belphie shoved his bowl of fried pasta that’s been cut into smaller pieces to Beel instead.

Have his favourite pillow and blanket. If Lucifer couldn’t find his pillow and blanket by the time Belphie wanted to take his nap, cranky Belphie will be activated.

If Lucifer takes the brothers out for a walk, Belphie prefers to stay behind with Lucifer and Satan.

Only on several occasions will he explore along with Beel and Mammon.

Not a fan of strangers. Won’t cry like Levi but will throw a tantrum instead.

What Lucifer likes about Belphegor:

Lucifer once again rubbed Belphie’s back as the toddler cried his eyes out. It has been 5 minutes now and Belphie showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“Your black spot blanket is in the washer right now. I can only find your light blue velvet blanket. Come on, you like this too, right?” Lucifer tried giving the blanket to his brother but the latter shoved it down to the floor. His cries were ringing throughout the House of Lamentation and Lucifer couldn’t help but sigh.

He picked the blanket up once again and tried wrapping Belphie with it, hoping the familiar scent of it can calm Belphie from his cries and just go to sleep already.

And it actually worked.

Belphie’s cries were reduced to sobs and whines as he clutched the blanket in his tiny hand. Seeing the toddler finally calming down, Lucifer laid him down on a futon and carefully tugged him in. The soft velvety touch from the blanket made Belphie even sleepier as his left hand searched for his twin’s hand.

Already on cue, Beel held Belphie’s hand and mumbled, “Schleep…” as he himself rubbed his eyes sleepily.

Lucifer ran a hand through Beel’s orange hair while patting Belphie to sleep. He hummed the usual lullaby that the twins love and slowly watched the two drift off to sleep, along with some whines and frowns from a sleeping Belphie because he’s not holding his favourite blankie that day.

Another things to note about Toddler Belphegor:

The second one to fall asleep (L: on a usual day that he’s not cranky for no reason, he only need some lullaby to fall asleep. DO NOT LOSE HIS BLACK SPOTS BLANKET AND POLKA DOT PILLOW!)

The last one to wake up (L: have to wake him up or he’ll be sleeping through the next day)

Temperament: Slow-to-warm-up (L: don’t really like changes in his routine but a bit easier to handle than Levi)

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“And the Hero saves the day yet again,” Lucifer closed the storybook with a thud and looked up to see Levi who’s still wide awake. He glanced over to the clock to check the time. It’s 10:30 p.m. yet the toddler showed no sign of drowsiness.

Lucifer sat beside the third born and gently patted his head, “Why aren’t you sleepy yet? It’s late. You should sleep.”

“Lucifer?”

“Hmm?”

“Hero has friends?”

Lucifer smiled a little before saying, “Of course.”

Levi fiddled with Henry 2.0’s fin plushie again, looking a bit worried.

“But that doesn’t mean you have to be a hero to have friends. You can still have friends even if you’re a villain. You can be anything and still have friends.”

“Levi… have friends….?”

“Of course, you can have friends too, Levi.” Hearing Lucifer’s words, Levi smiled a little and hugged his plushie closer. Beside him, Asmo and Mammon were already sound asleep and Lucifer wondered how long it’ll take for this one to follow along.

Lucifer lied down beside Levi and patted him gently, lulling him to sleep. Seeing the toddler’s eyelids slowly closing to the sound of his lullaby, Lucifer properly tucked him in and gave his brother a kiss on top of his head.

After making sure Levi’s tight clutch on Lucifer’s shirt loosen, Lucifer sat up slowly and looked down on his six brothers who’s soundly asleep. Their peaceful faces looked so cute under the soft yellowish orange night light on the wall.

Lucifer didn’t really need a night light to sleep but after his brothers were turned into toddlers, they couldn’t sleep without a night light, especially Mammon.

Even though Lucifer’s bed is huge enough to accommodate his six brothers, he wouldn’t risk it and decided to have the brothers sleep on futons instead. At least he won’t have any accidents of anyone falling down from the bed while sleeping and possibly injuring themselves.

Smiling to himself, Lucifer then fixed Mammon’s blanket and took his arms away from Asmo’s face. The 2 years old was already frowning in his sleep because of the discomfort, so Lucifer rubbed the toddler’s forehead softly to ease the frown.

After making sure everything’s in check, he decided to call it a night. But not until he heard a soft whine coming from a certain blond. The whine turned into cries and Lucifer immediately picked Satan up into his arms, cradling him and shushing him, “Shh... It’s okay… It’s okay I’m here now.”

He shifted Satan’s position and laid Satan’s head on his shoulder to rub his back gently. Sensing that it’s really Lucifer, Satan calmed down and sobbed quietly. His tiny hands were still clutching on Lucifer’s shirt as the eldest comforted him back to sleep.

But when Lucifer tried to lay him down on the futon, Satan started whining again, “It’s alright, I’m gonna be here… It’s okay Satan…”

Satan scooted closer and whined again. It took Lucifer a while to get him to calm down and sleep again. It’s a regular routine for the blond to wake up from his sleep and demand comfort from the eldest. Sometimes it’s him, sometimes it’s Levi and Mammon. Funny enough how the twins were the only one who slept comfortably throughout the night.

Running his fingers through Satan’s hair, he looked over at the little one.

Satan, another being that was born from his wrath. Looking at him again made Lucifer’s heart sombre. He knew how Satan fought the hardest to suppress his sin and it’s understandable why Satan hated him. He didn’t ask to be born; to be compared with Lucifer and have his identity revolve around Lucifer’s shadow.

“But you’re still my brother and I promise I’ll protect you too,” Lucifer smiled.

Sure, he lost Lilith, but he gained another brother to cure his sadness. Satan may be a troublemaker at times but Lucifer won’t have it any other way.

He’ll fight his hardest to keep his family safe. As long as his brothers are still smiling and arguing with each other, he knew everything’s going to be alright.

This night is the last night for him to indulge in his brothers’ cuteness because the curse ends tomorrow. As much as he’s tired of taking care of six toddlers at the same time, he’s going to miss their visible fondness of him. He knows his brothers love him but having them be more open like this doesn’t come everyday.

At least he knew all of them love him. Just as much as how he loves them.

You bet Lucifer took a lot of photos. Whether it’s for blackmailing purposes or for personal use, nobody knows.

| Masterlist |

[attic-club-sandwich]

Only Human

Summary: MC wakes one night to a familiar problem. Someone else is also awake at that hour and he comes to comfort them. A short drabble about MC getting their period for the first time since regaining their human form in the Devildom.

CW: MC has a vagina and menstruates. Period content. Blood Mentions. afab!MC x the brothers.

Masterlist

Part 1: Mammon

Part 2: Lucifer

Part 3: Leviathan

Part 4: Satan

Part 5: Asmodeus

Part 6: Beelzebub

Part 7: Belphegor

Part 8: Simeon

[simeons-hips]

「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

Asmodeus

— [cw] ⨾ none

The pact activated, filling Asmo with the urge to leave the room.

Had he been stronger, been one of his older brothers, maybe, he would have been able to resist the order.

"MC, wait! Please-"

Asmo's feet dragged as he reluctantly trudged towards the door.

"-I need to talk to you!"

MC stayed silent, eyes closed as they ignored Asmo's pleas.

Asmo continued to approach the door.

He felt he could not leave this time- that this was his last hope of repairing any part of his relationship with MC.

The thought of leaving MC now only seared Asmo’s heart, hotter than any pact.

Letting out a scream of frustration, Asmo managed to do the impossible.

He faced MC, standing in place.

He disobeyed his pact.

A pink light flashed through the lust pact mark on MC’s body.

A pang of pain accompanying it sent MC reeling into the bed, clutching the marked skin.

Massaging the area the mark resided on, MC attempted to lessen the ache.

They soon turned their head to check on their pactmate, noticing he had fallen onto the floor in exhaustion.

He laid face down, fists clenched beside his head as he continued his futile attempts to push himself onto his knees.

“Asmo-!“

MC clumsily rushed to where Asmo laid, the aforementioned unbearable pain pushed out of mind.

Their hands reached out,

wavered,

then pulled back,

indecisive on the action in mind.

“MC-“

Compiling the strength he had left, Asmo shot his head upwards, chin resting on the ground as he made eye contact with MC.

Despite their efforts to look elsewhere, MC was ultimately mesmerized by such a gaze.

Behind a sheen of tears, Asmo’s eyes were locked onto MC’s with a resolve MC had never seen him exhibit.

Finally, he spoke, voice trembling, but determined.

“I can’t take this anymore. I hate seeing you hurt and I hate hurting you. I hate running away but that’s what I do. I hate it when you hurt me without even realizing it.”

Within his balled fists, his fingernails bore deeper into his flesh as frustration tears began to fall.

“But most of all.. Most of all I…”

MC’s expression steeled as they filled in the blank.

“You hate me.”

“I love you.”

Shock and disbelief couldn’t have been more evident on MC’s face.

Placing a hand on their cheek, MC’s eyes darted erratically as their brain desperately attempted to rationalize his response.

Still, Asmo continued.

“I hate all those things because I love you. Your every word, every step, every breath; you’re my entire world, MC. Nothing and everything you do has my attention- for better or for worse…”

Asmo paused before attempting to push himself upright once more, to no avail.

Hovering hands from MC once again hesitated to help.

With a grunt of defeat, he flipped onto his back and continued on.

“When you had gotten sick- a couple weeks back- you never called me to help you. You didn’t even want to look at me. I thought you had no use for me anymore. I was so scared you had abandoned me.”

MC sharply readjusted their positioning so they sat on their knees just above Asmo’s head.

“I just didn’t want you to see me while I looked so sick and gross- didn’t I tell you that? And I decided not to call you to assist me because of that and because I know how much you hate running errands.”

“Not if it’s for you! I said I would help you because I wanted to- and you should know you could never look less than gorgeous in my eyes!!”

“Of course you would say that.”

Catching a glimpse of a grin on MC’s face, Asmo softened his tone.

He began to shakily reach a hand towards MC’s face.

Noticing this, MC quickly supported his arm.

Asmo’s hand cupped MC’s cheek lightly.

“You’re so precious to me, MC. When I think about losing you.. I sort of lose myself too…”

Asmo’s eyes squinted as tears began to flow freely, finally able to communicate the long overdue words:

“I’m sorry.”

With those words, MC, along with the dam they had fought so hard to reinforce, crumbled.

Foreheads touching, both began to cry; tensions from the past week finally allowed to release.

After a couple of minutes, the two’s sobs had turned to sniffles.

MC placed a lengthy kiss on Asmo’s forehead, heavy but laced with the lightness of relief.

They closed their eyes and lifted their head just enough to see Asmo’s face.

“I’m sorry.”

Before Asmo had the chance express his grievances with MC apologizing, they continued.

“I wasn’t able to face you to work things out. I felt betrayed and afraid and just let that consume me… It’s something I’m working on but.. I hope you can forgive me for how I poorly treated you.”

Asmo vigorously shook his head.

“What are you saying?! That’s what I should be saying! I’m the one who lashed out at you and then ran away like a coward! You were nothing but kind to me and I- I…”

Hiccups interrupted Asmo as he realized he was on the verge of crying once more.

He wiped his eyes then nose on his sleeve with a groan.

“Great, now my make-up is ruined.”

Brief eye contact was made with MC before Asmo swiftly covered his face with both arms.

“D-don’t look!! I mean, I look pretty bad right now so...”

MC gingerly guided Asmo’s arms to rest by his head.

Asmo was petrified.

He was magic-less, make-up-less, and his strength was nearly completely gone.

Never before had Asmo been this vulnerable in front of any living creature in all the realms.

If there ever was a time for MC to abandon him, it was now.

And yet, when he squinted his eyes open to catch a glimpse of MC’s gaze, there was nothing but adoration and fondness.

“You could never look less than gorgeous in my eyes.” MC whispered through a smirk.

For the first time in a long time, Asmo became flustered.

“S-so now you’re stealing hearts and one liners?”

MC only grew more infatuated as they watched Asmo scramble to cover up his flustered stuttering.

The sly grin that grew on MC’s face only served to heat up Asmo’s cheeks further.

MC’s hand cupped his cheek, gently smoothing their thumb over the soft skin.

Finally breaking free from MC’s hooded gaze. Asmo slowly raised his arms towards MC.

“Hold me- Please?”

After a brief pause and shake of the head from MC, they quickly but carefully scooped Asmo into their arms and settled him across their lap.

“I can’t stand yet but, I think I’m slowly feeling my energy come back.”

“..me too..”

Resting a hand on MC’s décolletage and his head in the nook of MC’s neck, Asmo finally felt the exhaustion of the day.

MC continued to gaze at him, one arm supporting his back while the other rested across Asmo’s thighs.

“Asmo..”

“..Mm…”

“…I’ll tell you after we rest.”

Asmo’s heart skipped a beat.

Jolting his head back to view MC’s face properly, Asmo moved his hand up to cup MC’s cheek.

“No! Tell me now? Please??”

MC lightly chuckled at how desperate Asmo’s demeanor had quickly become.

“It’s not important. Let’s rest fi-“

“No!- pleeease!”

As Asmo moved his other hand to cup MC’s other cheek, he repositioned himself so that he was now straddling MC’s lap and giving them a full view of his pouting face.

“Please, tell me now, MC.”

After a moment of internal debate, MC sighed lightheartedly.

“Sounds like you already know what I wanna say.”

Asmo enthusiastically nodded his head.

“I wanna hear it.”

MC took a deep breath, then placed a hand on the back of Asmo’s head.

Tilting his head down, MC tilted their own head upwards, practically nose to nose with each other.

They held an intense gaze filled with unspoken emotion.

Finally, MC spoke.

“I love you, Asmo.”

With a pull of the collar and the tug of almond locks, Their lips crashed as the official revelation of their love had been realized.

Words of admiration, regret, compassion, and promise filled the night ahead of them.

And their words began to heal their own love sick hearts.

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5 taglist: @asmobunn @everlasting-elegy @scare-dy-crow @eternallydaydreaming2015 @ashiellee @my-fic-corner @traumaramacenter @auroramae0 @lunalily19 @lucidreamsxx

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

GOOD FOR NOTHING

Prompt: When the mc decides to call the brothers out on their terrible treatment of Mammon. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC, can be read as platonic or romantic Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst TW: Some cussing in the latter half by MC

You had always been very perceptive. Some of your acquaintances were in awe of your perceptiveness, while some simply brushed it off. Your keen eye and caring nature often landed you in trouble, as was evident from the amount of times you had been threatened by the demons in Devildom, but you never stopped speaking up. You never stopped poking your nose in other people’s business, and became somewhat of a therapist to the seven demon brothers. You had also grown closer to said brothers.

Which was why it hurt you to see Mammon be verbally bashed every single day.

Mammon was kind and wise, in his own adorable way. He opted to keep his good deeds out of public eye, and would gladly take blame for something he didn’t do if it meant Lucifer’s anger was not directed on his other brothers. He was exceptionally selfless in the things he did, and that proved to be his downfall. You had confronted him many times, arguing that it wasn’t fair for him to take all the blame. Them picking on Mammon, and him allowing them to do it did not sit right with you.

“It’s fine MC, I’m used to it. Got centuries of practice, y'know?” he’d always say, a small smile on his face. He would make you promise you wouldn’t go picking up fights with the others, sending you the same small smile whenever any of his brothers criticized him, almost as if to say, ‘It’s alright, I’m fine.’

But there were days even the greatest and toughest of people cracked under pressure. You couldn’t count the number of times Mammon had visited your room in the dead of the night, eyes shining with unshed tears. His entire posture seemed to radiate his need for reassurance and comfort, and it completely shattered your heart to see your normally energetic demon so subdued…. so lost. Those nights would be spent rubbing his back as he hugged you and cried out all his insecurities, all his pain.

“You are really good-for-nothing, Mammon.”

Lucifer’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, the venom in his words making your anger flare up. Your eyes were trained on Mammon, who was staring at the ground.

“You-”

“Shut up Lucifer.”

All heads in the room turned to you, mouths agape as they registered the angry expression on your face. Even Mammon looked up, a tense look on his face as he tried to placate you, “MC just-”

“No Mammon. I’ve kept quiet about this for so long, but I cannot let this continue.” The finality in your tone quietened the second-born as he realized there was no stopping you now. You stood up from the couch, calmly walking over and standing next to Mammon, staring right up at Lucifer.

None of the brothers had ever seen you get angry. Annoyed? Yes, plenty of times. But genuinely angered? Not until today. Suddenly the room seemed to grow colder, as if something malicious was lurking around. Even Satan seemed on edge, and he was the literal Avatar of Wrath.

Your eyes swept through the room, landing on each brother as you scoffed, “What gives you the right to call him 'good-for-nothing’? If he’s good-for-nothing, then what are you?” Mammon’s posture became defensive as Lucifer began to grow agitated.

“What did you just say human?”

“You heard me. If the most selfless person in this house is good-for-nothing, then what the fuck are you? You know what, I’m sick of this. I’m sick of your 'holier-than-thou’ attitude. Newsflash buddy, but you’re just as flawed as he is. In fact-” you looked around at the others, “ you all are. You constantly belittle Mammon for giving into his sin, when you do the exact same thing on a regular basis. I could nitpick and criticize you, just the way you do him.”

“No matter how he feels, he lets you use him as a fucking punching bag because he knows you’re stressed Lucifer. He shields the others from your anger by taking the blame. And what does he get in return? His brothers insulting him every chance they get? Being called a scumbag by his family, the people he cares for?”

You took a deep breath, trying to calm down as you laced your fingers with Mammon’s. There was a deafening silence as everyone in the room considered what you had just said. You looked around, finding Asmo, Belphie and Satan looking ashamed, Levi fidgeting with his headphones, and Beel looking at the ground sadly. Lucifer’s face was stoic as usual, but you could no longer sense any hostility from him, so your words might have impacted him in some way at least.

“I swear to Diavolo, if he hadn’t stopped me each time, we would have had this conversation a long time ago. Learn to appreciate your brother, or one day, you might just lose him,” you said, your tone much softer than it was moments ago. You looked at Mammon, who had tears running down his face and was holding your hand as if his life depended on it. You gave him a soft smile as you said the next words, “Mammon and I will be in my room. Come find us when you’ve realized just how lucky you are to have him as your brother.”

You pulled the white-haired brother with you, leaving the others to rethink a lot of things as they stared at your retreating backs.

[planetette]

obey me! — mc vs the little d's (sloth)

rating: teen

content warnings: mentions of grievous injuries, mentions of mc’s death

a/n: this was supposed to be part of a headcanon set detailing how all varieties of little d act like their avatar and how they’d react to mc??? but then this bit turned into a fic by itself sooooo if anyone wants the others just yell at me i guess?????

The Avatars of Sin aren't the only inhabitants of the House of Lamentation. Every other week, there's some brother belly-aching about yet another blob of concentrated sin burrowing themselves somewhere they're not supposed to be. Although Lucifer insists that the Little Ds are nothing more than particularly intelligent pests, you can't help but notice more and more similarities between the creepy cute critters and the lords they serve under...

Your first scars from the Devildom wasn't from Beelzebub trying to kill you over the custard, or Leviathan trying to kill you over the trivia quiz, or some rando from RAD trying to kill you just because, or by any proper demon at all.

They're from one of those goddamn little purple bastards tearing your fucking arm to shreds not even a week in.

You’re not even sure what you did to piss it off — one second, you’re poking around in the HoL, minding your own business, and the next one of the fucking things is doing its damnedest to strip the meat off your bones. The resulting mess needed a shitton of stitches (even after being slammed with every healing spell known to man — er, demon) and you learned to never be in the same room with anything with ram-looking horns.

The purple blobs continue to be just? So unnecessarily mean to you??? For no reason????? You can’t sit in the common room or the library for too long without one of them acting like they want to take another chunk out of you. You can’t get near the purple bed in Beelzebub’s room — not because he doesn’t want you over there, but because there’s always a purple blob on it that’s plotting your death. You can’t get into the planetarium at all — there’s a fucking colony in there and they snarl at you if you even look at the entrance wrong. You try feeding them like you do the others but there's a 50/50 shot they throw the food back at you, but you can’t not feed them or else they whine and whine and whine until you do give them a plate. They can’t be swayed, nothing appeases them, and so you stop extending olive branches pretty quickly.

And then you meet Belphegor — the real Belphegor, the one with ram-looking horns and cruel laughter and crueler words, who gleefully ushers in your death by crushing your windpipe and ramming his fist through your ribcage.

As you're tossed down the stairs and the world goes dark around the edges, there's only one nonsensical thought ringing through your head.

At least this explains the Little Ds.

___

After all the exclamations and explanations and revelations and hiding in your room for a week to fall apart in peace because you just fucking died, you emerge from your sanctuary to find that... all the Sloth Ds are gone?

Wait, no, not quite. They're all hiding. Where as before you couldn't blink without one of them breathing down your neck, now you have to actively look for them. You walk into any room and any Sloth Ds in there scatter at the sound of your footsteps. The only sign of them in the twins' room is the glimpse of a tail ducking under Belphegor's bed. They refuse to come out when you treat the rest of the Ds to a snack — if it wasn't for the Gluttony ones bringing them what was left, they wouldn't be eating at all.

(Certainly none of this has to do with their master conveniently falling asleep the second you enter a room. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with the guilt written all over his face whenever you two are forced to interact for any length of time. And it totally doesnt have anything to do with him avoiding your eyes even as he attempts to wheedle affection out of you.)

Slowly, very slowly, the Sloth Ds start to do... things. Weirdly nice things. At least, you're pretty sure it's the Sloth Ds. The brothers would have let you know if they had washed and folded your clothes while you were away or had cleared the planetarium of little demon blobs so you could do your astronomy homework. The rest of the Little Ds are like well-trained puppies by this point, and wouldn't have passed up an opportunity to show off their work if it meant getting more treats.

You eventually catch some Sloth Ds in the act. Your last class of the day had been cancelled and you make a beeline to the HoL so you could get a jump on the day's homework. You fling open your bedroom door, already digging in your backpack for your textbooks —

An alarmed series of squeaks have you jerking your head up, just in time to see several black and purple blurs scrambling off your nearly-made bed. One of the Sloth Ds gets kicked in the chaos, leaving it half-stunned while the rest rocket past you and out of the room.

The blob left behind panics as it rights itself, but makes eye contact with you and freezes. It slowly backs itself into the corner where your headboard meets the wall and curls into itself, body tense and eyes wide.

Seeing it cower both baffles and pains you. Even when things were at their most hostile, you can't think of anything you could have done to make any Sloth D scared of you.

But then you remember —

("I can't tell if you hate me or not," Belphegor says into the night. "You have all the right to hate me, if you do. I didn't know how good I would have it until after I almost ruined any chance of having it. I want so desperately to fix it, to fix this, but I don't know how. I hope you'll let me try.")

...What use is a right arm, anyway.

Doing your best to not startle the poor thing, you gingerly sit on the bed. You make sure your hand is limp, relaxed, and below the D's eye level before you slowly reach out to pet it.

The Little D watches your hand warily and flinches when you make contact with its cheek. You coo hey now, its okay as you scritch your way up its face and around its hat and horns. It tenses up even more for a second, then relaxes all at once, uncurling itself from its ball and leaning on your hand.

Glad to see the Little D not be so tense you take your hand away... or you try to, because it chases your hand and lets out a happy purr-trill-chirp as it bunts into your palm. You let out a small laugh and stay like that for a minute, idly scratching at its horns as the D purrs up a storm. When it finally decides its had enough it snuggles at your hand one more time, lets out a content chirp and blissfully floats out of your room.

That Little D clearly tells its friends what had happened, because your bed is full of Sloth Ds for the next week. They always clear out when you tell them to, though, only requiring pets as apologies for waking them from their nap. They start showing up at snack time too — they show up last, bleary-eyed and cranky, but they show up — and they eat their food like good little gentlemen.

(That same week, you manage to round up everyone — royals and exchange students included — for a movie night sleepover. You plop down on the couch and Belphegor instantly claims a spot at your side, insisting Beel take the other. The rest of the brothers grumble and complain, but eventually acquiesce. Seats are chosen, snacks are passed out, and everyone settles down for the first movie.

Sometime during the second, Belphegor's head bumps into your shoulder. You think he's fallen asleep, until you notice his ramrod spine and his eyes boring a hole into the TV. You wiggle a bit until you can get your arm behind him, then bring your hand to the back of his head and start scritching at the spot where hair meets skin.

Belphie melts.)

---

The night after Diavolo's birthday party, with Belphie's pact still fresh on your skin, you come back to your room to find yet another pile of Sloth Ds on your bed. You gently push and cajole them until you clear off enough space to sleep, then faceplant into the sheets.

You wake up with Belphie using your stomach as a pillow. His Little Ds are piled up on top of you two, doing their best impression of a blanket and purring away.

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

Happy Valentines Day ninjnerds!!

There’s a happy surprise waiting for you all on AO3 <3

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[driedmealworms]

OBEY ME REQUEST OPEN!

Please send me some request to help with my writers block.

I will not write anything with Luke

But I’m open to pretty much everything else

[beels-burger-babe]

It's that time again where ever few months I ask tou guys what your fav fic of mine is so I can take the feedback and make better content for you! 🥰❤️

So? What's your favorite fic that I've written?

[hopeluna-archived]

mammon for the ask game pls!

♡ Every year on Christmas, Mammon makes little handmade gifts for everyone. He doesn't directly give it to them, just kinda leaves it in their room with no name or anything. It can be something like a cat scarf for Satan or handpainted coffee mug for Lucifer. Its always messy but you can tell its made with care.

Lucifer, of course, quickly figured out it was Mammon who kept leaving these gifts in his room but he doesn't say anything to Mammon, only keeps all the gifts safely secured in a drawer in his room with a soft smile on his face.

Winter headcanon ask game

[snowcandyz]

Fated Soulmates

Summary: Satan woke up to find... a lost child in his room? This story is inspired by Satan's Birthday Event 2021 (towards the end of the locked lesson)

Pairing: Satan/F!MC

Genre: Fluff

“…dy!”

The noises made Satan frown in discomfort. He shut his eyes tighter, trying to get back to sleep.

“…addy..!”

He shifted in his sleep while trying to cancel the noise by covering his ears using the pillow underneath his head.

“Daddy!”

Satan felt a force to his stomach, making him cough in pain. He opened his eyes to see who the perpetrator was. How dare they disturb the Avatar of Wrath’s peaceful sleep?!

Satan’s anger quickly diminished when he was met with a pair of bright emerald eyes.

Emerald eyes?

A child he didn’t know of was sitting on his stomach while giving him a wide grin.

“Yay! Daddy’s finally awake!” the boy jumped forward to give him a hug. He laid his head on Satan’s chest and wrapped his tiny arms around Satan’s torso. His blond hair tickled Satan’s chin before he pulled away and gave him another wide grin.

“Mama told me not to disturb you, but I wanna eat breakfast together….” The boy pouted.

Mama?

Who is he talking about?

Why is this child hugging him?

And why is he calling Satan 'daddy’?

Why exactly are his features very similar to Satan’s? Is he Satan’s clone or something?

Did Lucifer give birth to another Satan??

Please not the last one! Please not the last one!

Millions of questions ran through his hazy mind. Not having fully awakened from his sleep, he was utterly lost at this sight in front of him.

The boy continued rambling further and further about this 'Mama’ of his as he climbed down the bed. He then jumped giddily to the door, wanting Satan to follow him.

Still so confused, Satan just slowly sat up from his bed–

Wait… Where’s his bed? Why did he wake up from this foreign-looking bed? Where was his original room? His bookshelves? The stacks of books around his room?

He was in a completely spotless room, his usually messy books neatly arranged in the huge bookcases and he sat on the bed in the middle of the room.

The queen-sized bed.

'What?’

“Daddy…” the boy started whining when Satan didn’t budge from his spot.

“Wait, I–”

His words were cut short when the door swung open, revealing another person, “____! I told you not to wake Daddy up!”

Satan was shocked to see who it was.

“Mama!” the boy exclaimed before running towards his mother and hugging her legs affectionately.

The lady picked the child up into her arms before making her way to Satan.

'No, this can’t be!’

“Sorry about that, Dear. I told him not to disturb you today. You rarely get any rest since Diavolo’s newest project idea…”

Satan’s heart began thundering inside his chest as he gulped down nervously.

“____, tell Daddy you’re sorry.”

“Sorry, Daddy…” The boy didn’t sound sorry at all as he kept resting his head on his mother’s shoulder while giving Satan a cheeky grin.

She then put him down and told him to wait downstairs for Satan to get ready. As soon as the child left the room, she turned to Satan and gave another smile to the fourth born, “You had a good night’s rest, Tannie?”

Tannie; the nickname you always used to call him.

The smile you gave brought him some comfort despite the whirlwind of emotions that he’s feeling at the moment, a welcomed calming presence in the face of his inner storm.

He didn’t know what happened exactly but he could put two and two together.

The child, that carbon copy of himself.

You, looking slightly older and mature than the you that he knew.

This room, this large room that Satan suspected to be your shared bedroom with his.

And that ring on your one specific finger.

You cupped his cheek and planted a soft kiss on the crown of his head, “Wash up and get ready. ____ really wants to eat breakfast together with you.”

You then walked towards a large closet near the door before pulling out a few clothes and setting them up on the bed. It was his clothes, he could assume.

No words could describe how flustered Satan is.

Clueless to his internal struggles, you began talking about the boy’s activities yesterday. As if he wasn’t there to witness it.

And that made him sad. Even if this is all a dream, 'Satan’ should spend more time with his family, no matter how busy he is.

“MC, wait,” he tried speaking up.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard his call, looking over to him in worry, “…Did I do something wrong?”

Your nervous facial expression made him guiltier, “No, no! That’s not what I meant!”

“Then, why are you calling me by my name?” you pouted, “Where’s my 'Kitten’? Or my 'Love’? My 'Darling’?”

Dream Satan is… quite the romantic, isn’t he?

He couldn’t help but blush harder. Just why did he have to use such sweet nicknames?

It must’ve been glaringly obvious that something’s wrong with him because his silence caused you to look at him with concerns written all over your face.

You sat yourself beside him, “Love, are you okay?” You had carefully laced your fingers with his, which caused him to flinch when he felt the cold metal touch his skin. You immediately took back your hand at his action.

He stared at your ring finger, decorated delicately with a beautiful diamond ring, the same one he vaguely took notice of before but seeing it up-close made it seem more real.

Which in turn, made him more nervous.

But the feeling couldn’t compare to the ones he felt when he noticed he was wearing a matching one.

Wedding rings, the jewellery used to remind you two of the eternal vows you’ve shared on your wedding day.

Too bad he couldn’t remember it.

“Tannie? Is everything alright?” You slowly waved a hand in front of his face and he snapped back to reality. The quick skipping of his heartbeat never quite stopped since you appeared in the doorway, and now it seemed to be beating faster.

“Wait– just– I–” Not many have ever seen the book-lover speechless, but you’ve always been capable of bringing out all those sides from him.

Satan looked away, too shy to meet your eyes, “I’m sorry, but let me calm down for a second.”

He was observing anything but you, trying to calm his heartbeat when he spotted a picture frame on the bedside table.

In the frame was himself and you, surrounded by his brothers as they all smiled happily and cheered for the picture. All of them were wearing a neat tux except Satan, who’s wearing a white tux instead of the black ones like his brothers.

White like the dress you were wearing.

It must’ve been taken on your supposed wedding day.

The beating inside his chest grew louder.

He was married to you. And he has a son. Satan has his own family now.

If this truly is a dream, Satan wished to never wake up from it.

And as if on cue, his son came barging into the room once again, “Daddy! Mama! Hurry!”

He noticed you giving him one last glance in worry before presumably deciding to let him talk with you when he’s ready, choosing to let out a laugh when the child climbed into the bed to join you both and demanded a piggyback ride from Satan.

“Come on, _____. Let’s give some time for Daddy to wash up,” you picked the little boy up before turning back to face Satan, “Meet you downstairs, okay, Love?”

Satan watched how his son gave him a wide smile while your back faced him as you went out the door. He couldn’t describe the feeling he was going through at that moment.

But the foreign sensation on his ring finger let him know that everything would be just fine.

-------

He didn’t know how long he’s been asleep, but the moment he woke up, he saw you sitting beside him while still reading your notes from the previous class.

“Hey, Tannie. Had a good nap?” you giggled before gesturing to his side, “Belphie’s magic must’ve rubbed off on you, huh? I’ve never seen you sleep in class before. But don’t worry, I’ve jotted down all the notes for you.”

Satan groaned in frustration as he realised that he must’ve slept through the entire class. He sat back straight up and saw his youngest brother still soundly asleep beside him.

Remind him not to sit beside Belphie in class again.

“Here,” you handed him a bottle of juice and some light snacks, “It’s lunchtime but I can only get you these. Sorry though… Oh, and I have energy drinks if you want.”

“No need,” he took the bottle, “This is enough. Thanks, MC.”

“You’re welcome.” You gave him your usual smile before continuing your revision for the upcoming tests.

As Satan opened the bottle cap of the juice, he noticed your left hand that’s void of any ring.

“Daddy!”

The boy’s subtle voice rang at the back of his head and memories from his dreams came rushing through his mind. It was vivid and oddly specific for some reason.

Satan then eyed his still asleep brother and narrowed his eyes in confusion, but the pounding inside his head confirmed his suspicion.

Turning his glances to your ringless finger, his lips lifted up in a smile from behind the bottle of juice he was drinking.

Whether it was a glimpse of the future or merely a silly dream, he’s determined to make it a reality one day.

| Masterlist |

[attic-club-sandwich]

Purr-ivate, Do Not Read

Day 4 of @ombrotherlylove2023! Okay this one is super silly lol. I just chose to go with the secrets part of the prompt with Satan. I actually got a chat in the game the other night (after I wrote this) that confirms that Satan's journal is canon and i was like 😮 But I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

Summary: Satan has a secret, but not the kind of secret that his brothers are probably expecting...

Day 4 of Secrets & Satan with Belphegor.

Taglist: @amberrskiies, @obey-me-posts, @sassykattery, @delphi-dreamin, @bite-sized-devil, @flemmingbamse, @a-hidden-gem, @otomefoxystar, @siofrantic, @todothedodo, @marvelous-maniac, @nonbinary-disaster, @selfmadender, @animeismyhappyplace, @vampire-tr4mp, @meiloorun-tea, @ana-dear, @gaychaosgremlin, @sidgethegamer, @jasper-s-phantym

floral divider by @/saradika

Satan has noticed his brothers acting weird around him lately. Not the usual kind of weird, but the ‘i’m sneaking around behind your back and up to no good’ kind of weird. They had just finished up dinner for the evening, and Satan was about to retire to his bedroom. “Hey Satan! What are your plans for the rest of the night?” Asmo asked, almost too innocently. Satan tilted his head, confused. “What I usually do every evening, go to my room and do homework and read…why?” Asmo shrugged as he cleared the dishes from the table. It was his turn to clean up tonight. “Oh I was just wondering if you’d want to have a sleepover is all!” Satan gaped at him, wondering where the hell this came from all of a sudden. “A sleepover? Why would I want to do that?” Asmo pouted, clutching the plates in his hands and glancing suspiciously at Mammon who was also taking his time clearing off the table. Satan found this extra suspicious considering it wasn’t even his night to do the dishes. “Well I just thought that we could have a little brotherly bonding experience, is all!” Satan rolled his eyes. “No thanks, Asmo. I’m good.” he turned on his heel, ignoring Asmo’s whining and heading to his room. He had a gut feeling he was up to something.

As he opened his bedroom door, he noticed that the pin he had strategically placed on top of his door frame was now on the floor. That told him that someone had been in his room. Those bastards, he thought, picking up the pin off the floor. He put it there recently because he had a feeling they were sneaking around trying to look for something and he needed confirmation that he was right. He felt the familiar pit of rage boiling in his belly at the thought of them breaking into his room. “What the hell do they want?!” he huffed, hurrying over to his door to lock it. Suddenly he remembered something. The other night he was in the library, sitting in one of the big comfy armchairs writing in his diary. He wouldn’t even really call it a diary, but of course those fools walked in on him as he was focused scribbling down his thoughts. He had hastily shut his journal as soon as he realized they were trying to steal a glance at what he was writing. Satan rolled his eyes. Of course they probably thought he was writing down his deepest, darkest, and juiciest secrets in there…like he’d be stupid enough to do that in such a public area of the house. Satan huffed again as he walked over to his nightstand. He had locked the drawer with magic and It required a very specific incantation to unlock it. One that not even his brothers would be able to figure out. Once he had recited the spell, the drawer slid open with ease. He picked up his notebook, and flipped through the pages. They were full of pictures (including selfies) and notes he had taken of several stray cats in the area. He wasn’t allowed to have a cat thanks to Lucifer, so he had decided to keep a diary of all the cats he had befriended so far in the Devildom. This must be what they’ve been looking for, he smirked. Those idiots. 

A knock on his door disturbed his thoughts. “Hey Satan, are you in there?” Belphie. He tucked the diary under his pillow, and walked over to unlock the door. “Yeah, come in.” He figured Belphie was safe to let in, as he was one of the only ones that weren’t acting weird. His little brother smiled as he entered the room, and took a seat on the purple armchair in the corner of the room. “What’s up, Belphie?” he asked, suspiciously. The Avatar of Sloth shrugged. “You’ve probably noticed Asmo and Mammon being super weird lately, right?” Satan nodded, sitting down on his bed. “Yeah, they broke into my room today. Do you know what’s going on?” Belphie nodded, rolling his eyes. “They think you have some super top secret diary that you are writing all of your secrets in. Most importantly about your relationship with MC.” Ah, so I was right after all, Satan thought. “I had a hunch that’s what they were after. But I assure you, there’s no ‘secret diary’.” Belphie hummed, resting his chin on his hand. “I figured they were just being idiots. But what were you writing in the other night?” Satan’s face flushed. This may be more embarrassing to admit than a secret diary full of my feelings for MC, he thought. “Uhh, a journal…about cats…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. Belphie chuckled, a smile of amusement spreading across his face. “Wait, really? That’s all it was?” Satan nodded, hiding his face in his hands. “Yeah. Since Lucifer won’t let me have a cat of my own, i’ve been journaling all of the cats I meet here in the Devildom.” To his surprise, Belphie only nodded. “Yeah, Lucifer is a pain in the ass like that.” Satan lifted his gaze to meet his brothers. “So you don’t think that’s super lame?” Belphie shrugged, “I mean it’s less juicy than having a top secret diary but they will be in for a surprise if they do find your top secret cat journal.” Satan chuckled, imagining the looks of disappointment on their faces. “Yeah, but if it’s okay with you I'd rather they not find out anyway. They’ll never let me live it down.” Belphie yawned, stretching his arms over his head. “Yep, of course. Your secret is safe with me, the Anti-Lucifer League has to stick together after all.” Satan gave him a grateful smile, but he couldn’t help the lingering feeling of nervousness.  Of course he had an actual top secret diary full of his deepest desires regarding MC, but he wasn’t about to ever disclose the location of that. “Thank you Belphie. Although I may need your help with getting them off of my back for now.” Belphie shot him a mischievous grin, “Don’t worry. If there’s something I do best as the youngest brother, it’s digging up dirt on everyone else.” 

[simeons-hips]

「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

Asmodeus

— [cw] ⨾ disassociation

“Is something wrong?? Hah! Please, like you would even notice, much less care!”

Asmo’s volume startled MC, blinking profusely as they processed his words in disbelief.

Asmo stood up from his spot on his bed, expressive arm gestures accompanying his words;

“There are 6 other demons that’ll gladly be at your beck and call. Why don’t you go bother them with your human troubles, huh? Since I clearly can’t be bothered with such trivial concerns.”

Asmo peered at his nails in a manner that feigned boredom, waiting for MC to respond.

Waiting for MC to get angry, to curse him out and yell at him and reveal the reason they don’t rely on him the way they do his brothers.

Waiting for the inevitable rejection that would cleanly slice his heart in two.

But it never came.

Asmo waited, a minute passed. Then another. And soon another.

By this time, Asmo had built up the courage to sneak a glimpse of MC’s face.

Empty.

Just as Asmo had appeared before them when MC entered the room, they wore an empty expression behind the trails of tears and mucus that dribbled down their face.

Asmo froze.

It was as if he was staring at a mirror.

A mirror that had taken his ugliest insecurities and reflected them onto his beloved; a bystander that just so happened to be within radius of his outburst of insecurities.

“So, ugly…”

The portion of a whole thought had unintentionally slipped out of Asmo’s mouth.

And though the tone wasn’t one that matched the semblance of an insult, the words were powerful enough to override any benefit of a doubt in MC’s mind.

Their facial expression finally shifted;

From neutral, to mortified.

MC quickly covered their face with their hands, the expression of fear visible to Asmo for only a second.

Horrified, Asmo finally realized his thoughts had verbally escaped him.

“Wait!-“

MC sped out of Asmo’s room within seconds, fingers spread the slightest bit just so one tear-filled eye could attempt to navigate their way safely.

Staring at the open door, Asmo listened to MC’s footsteps until they faded into silence.

That silence was short-lived as all of Asmo’s troubles seemed to come to a crescendo.

Feeling as if his heart had crumbled into a thousand pieces, Asmo wailed and sobbed as loud as his body would let him.

Breakfast the next morning was nothing short of awkward.

Both Asmo and MC were tucked in bed feigning sleep by the time the brothers arrived home.

Unused ingredients sat on the kitchen table, suggesting neither of the two had made a proper dinner for themselves.

They now sat distant from one another at the breakfast table, both keeping up their usual personas in vain.

Most the brothers couldn’t be bothered to look into the situation further, opting to stay uninvolved.

Satan, however, took it upon himself to find out what really had happened between the two. Perhaps he could even aid them in making amends.

If not for their sake, then for his own curiosity.

Satan pushed himself out of his seat while gathering his empty dishes.

“MC, let’s go a bit early today- extra studying before the unit test today can only help.”

“But, I haven’t even finished my plate yet.”

“You may pack your breakfast to eat once you arrive on school grounds.” A third voice interjected.

MC pouted as they brought their plate to the kitchen, knowing they couldn’t argue with the firstborn’s “suggestion.”

As the other brothers attempted to weasel their way into going with the two, Lucifer noticed Asmo acting quite out of character.

He would usually match Mammon with his rapid-fire attempts to quickly catch up with MC. Instead, his gaze stayed on his nails, nervously picking at the polish.

‘It seems Satan has taken it upon himself to get to the bottom of this. If I entrust him to quell the dissonance the two, that would free up a good amount of my time.’

Lucifer completed his train of thought before raising his voice to halt the remaining brothers, now tumbling over one another while trying to prevent the others from escaping the breakfast table.

By the time MC and Satan had arrived at RAD, they had finished telling Satan about the seemingly unwarranted outburst Asmo had directed at them the previous day.

Satan begun to press for details.

“Surely there had to have been some conflict between you two leading up to this?”

As they made their way to a nearby bench, MC shared their suspicions of Asmo’s behavioral change beginning after they had recovered from their last bout of sickness.

“But, I don’t know what I did to upset him, other than just exist in his general vicinity.”

MC’s words had a bitter edge to them, surprising Satan, who had never heard them use such a tone of voice when speaking of his brother.

“I think it was before that- While you were sick he kept sulking and sighing in a way only he could make annoying.”

Satan’s face scrunched in displeasure as he recalled the memory.

A smile tugged at MC’s lips, quickly dissipating but not without Satan’s notice.

“He doesn’t deserve a another chance. No matter what slight he perceived you had made against him, that’s no excuse for what he said to you.”

MC eyes widened as Satan continued on, consciously withholding his anger towards his brother.

“No one’s forcing you to interact with him. Especially after you had already approached him once…”

“…But?”

MC could see Satan’s eyes darting around as he spoke. There was a disconnect in the words he spoke and look on his face.

A gentle hand on his knee was all Satan needed to give into sharing his true thoughts with MC, lowering his head in defeat as his elbows rested on his thighs.

“But he wouldn’t say that. Not to you. I know Asmodeus, I know how much he adores you. How he gushes about you wether you’re in the room or not.”

Satan raised his head towards MC as he placed a hand atop the human one that rested on his knee.

“He wouldn’t even think that about you. It doesn’t make sense…”

A moment passed by as the two held eye contact.

“You want me to go find him, don’t you?”

Satan brought his gaze to the ground as he nodded.

“I understand,” MC rose from the bench, clenching a fist as they adjusted their school bag.

“But I’m done chasing after Asmo.”

Satan’s expression turned grim.

“He’s made it clear he hates me, so, I’d rather stay out of his way.”

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

taglist: @asmobunn @everlasting-elegy @scare-dy-crow @eternallydaydreaming2015 @ashielle

[3vocatio]

“i have an older sister, her name is candy. but in case it isn't obvious from the way i answered, i'd rather not go into much detail about [her]. if i accidentally told you more than i was supposed to, she'd come for me. and i don't want that.” — lesson 67-14

a/n: i wanted to explore thirteen's pov & how a certain point of her life might've played out before joining the exchange program; this is mostly made up of a hc i have until we learn more about her. enjoy ψ(。。)

you often wonder what it means to be a kind person.

faced with your sobbing, gasping sister pinning you down with a fork in her hands, it's all you can do to helplessly cradle her cheek as a last means for comfort, even though you're aware of the fact that it's you yourself who had brought torment upon her. she flinches away from your touch like she's been burned, and you don't blame her. despite your well intentions, she still shakes as she points the fork at your throat, crying out, "why does it hurt so much? what do i do to stop this pain?"

you have no answer for her cries, and she sobs harder at your silence. even as she's dragged away by other people and you no longer feel the weight of another body pinning you against the ground, your eyes remain fixated on the fork held tightly in her hands. you watch as her fingers turn almost white from the pressure, and─someone helps you up, murmuring to you about what a horrible experience it must've been, and you can only nod mutely.

it's not quite the first time something of this degree has happened to you. it comes with the jobs and expectations of the line of work you do, where you hear people out as they drown in their sorrows in alcohol and offer few words and maybe a hug or two. you're aware that people project messily all over your existence because of how unassuming your existence is, and although you know that there were times you should've rightfully put a stop to it─before something like this happens again─you didn't. as a reaper, an epitome of death, it isn't your place. that's what you were told.

although your "kindness" may be seen as more of a curse to some, you think that it's your duty to be a pillar for souls in need, however misplaced that belief may be. in a way, it's your own form of salvation for yourself in a life where you can only play the role of a bystander, gently offering placid and inconsequential words that don't really mean anything in the end.

(your world is just as colourless as the dull coloring in your hair, and in a moment of desperation to change the kind of person you are, you haphazardly dyed the ends of your locks. it was a messy job, with splashes of purple and magenta, but it makes you feel more alive. just a little more.)

and then you meet them─an excitable exchange student, an irritably quiet angel, and that cocky demon who each takes you by the hand and forcefully drags you headfirst into their world. it's nothing at all what you've experienced before in your monotonous life; from the very get-go, you slide into the dynamic like a fitted puzzle piece. it's like something clicked into place in you.

and─for the first time in years, you begin to see how colour is created. the passionate red from the student mixes with the celestial blue from the angel and the black from the demon's newspaper ink, and you can only smile to yourself when you offer your hyacinth purple. it's a perfect mix, and you think you've found your place. things like duty and whatever; you've already pushed it to the very back of your mind. all that matters is living in the moment now, with the companions you stumbled upon almost by pure chance.

maybe you can't be considered a kind person, but at the very least, you think that you're happy and that it's okay for you to be living for yourself.

looking at their faces, you can only look forward towards the future.

[ninjnerd-anaklusmos]

Obey Me fic recommendations please!!!

I've read all of yours and notekatha's stuff several times

Sleepover for Two

This Trivial Hate

I Promised (myself) I'd Take Care of You

Our Sins Affect Us, but Don't Define Us

All of the above listed are written by alu_cards

A Little Bit of Love

Written by Tatsu_Heartfilia

A Sin-Filled Swap

Written by Cinnabunni