Seeing that some people are starting to make OM squish fanart too, I want to share some of my proposed names for each character!
Lucifer = a luci
Mammon = a mon (alternatively "a mam," named by @lilkittenofdoom)
Leviathan = a lev (started by @cookiesandbiscuits)
Satan = a tan (started by @imatomatodealwithit)
Asmodeus = a momo (credits to @tisafinedayforsimping for the name)
Beelzebub = a bubu
Belphegor = a belph
Diavolo = a dia
Barbatos = a barb
Luke = a lulu (alternatively "a son," named by @renomonarch5058)
Simeon = a sim
Solomon = a sol (special mention for @snootthesimp for drawing tiny sols)
Thirteen = a thirt
Mephistopheles = a meph
Raphael = a raph
If you guys have some alternatives, feel free to share them! :>
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An Angel's Revenge (Ft. Luke, Demon Brothers and GN! MC)
Warnings: One swear, very sad angel bby :(
Length: 0.6k words
Genre: Angst, hurt, comfort, fluff, chaotic
Based off this post from @renomonarch5058 . I had fun writing this, so I hope y'all like it! I don't think this post calls for many warnings, but if I should add some please let me know!
-Ethereal ♪(^∇^*)
You hurried through the RAD halls, haphazardly throwing your bag over your shoulder. You’d stopped to talk to one of your friends after class, and time had gotten away from you. You’d told the brothers you’d meet them at the front doors five minutes ago. Odds are slim they’d walk home without you, but you still felt bad.
You rounded the corner, then stopped dead.
“Luke?”
The angel’s head snapped up, and your heart broke. His eyes were red, puffy, and full of tears.
“Hey, what happened?” you asked softly, coming to sit beside him. He didn’t answer, scooting closer to you instead. You put your arm around him, and he leaned into you. You felt your shirt slowly getting wet, but you didn’t really care.
He started to speak, but cut himself off with a sob instead, crawling into your lap. You leaned back to accommodate him without protest. You wrapped him in a hug, gently rubbing his back as he cried into your shoulder.
“Shhh, you’re okay,” you whispered. You could ask him what happened later. Right then, he needed your comfort.
You sat like that for a while, until his cries eventually turned into hiccups, then the occasional sniffle. He pulled back to look at you, dragging his sleeve across his face.
“Luke, what happ-“
“Oi, where the hell are ya?” You heard Mammon call. A moment later, he came into view along with the rest of his brothers.
Luke sniffled again, then pointed at them. “T-they were being mean to me!” he whined, burying his face in your neck again.
Your eyes narrowed, glaring at the brothers. “You were being what now?”
“What? We didn’t do a damn- darn thing!” Lucifer protested.
“Are you sure about that?” You asked rhetorically, gesturing to the crying angel in your lap.
“Oh, come on!” Asmo rolled his eyes. “You really think someone as beautiful as me could cause something like that?”
“I know for a fact that you can all be pretty nasty when you’ve got a mind to,” you answered. “Now tell me, what did you idiots do?”
“I’m telling you, we didn’t-“ you raised your hand, and Belphie shut up almost instantly.
“You know what? I don’t even want to hear it right now.” You grabbed Luke’s shoulders, essentially peeling him off of you so you could see him. “Luke, did you want to go get some ice cream?”
He sniffled, nodding.
“You guys are going for ice cream?” Beel asked, looking a little sad.
“Yes, we are. You can get as many scoops as you want,” you told Luke.
He nodded, finally cracking a smile. “Thanks.” He climbed off of you, and you stood up. You started down the hallway, looking back to see that Luke hadn’t moved.
“Just…give me a second, okay?” He glanced at the brothers, then back to you.
“Alright.” You shot the brothers a final glare. “I’ll talk to you boys later.” The tone of your voice indicated that it was both a promise and a threat. Then you left.
Luke looked at them for a moment, then grinned, wiping away the tears. “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on your faces.”
“Huh?” Levi summarized everyone’s thoughts pretty well.
Luke giggled, picking his bag up off the ground. “ Now they’re going to spend the rest of the day with me,” he boasted. “And you lot are going to be in trouble.”
“For something we didn’t even do!” Asmo protested.
“Maybe you’ll think twice before calling me a chihuahua next time,” he suggested, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
He sniffled again for good measure, flashing the brothers a final smile before running after you.
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