How they are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 2
Side Characters edition!
Okay you guys wanted more angst, so here you go! lol A part 2 with the side characters was requested, so I wrote for Diavolo, Simeon, Luke (purely platonic), and Solomon. I left Barb out because i'm very unsure of his role as of right now in Nightbringer. I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think! You'll probably need some tissues again so prepare yourself! lol
Read Part 1: Brothers
Part 3: MC Returns
Genre: Angst, Hurt.
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The brothers were the first to be aware of your disappearance, but the news traveled fast between all of the people who were closest and dearest to you. No one knew where you went, but they knew one thing for sure: they were doing anything possible to bring you back home. After weeks of searching every inch of the Devildom, it was becoming apparent that you were no longer in the same realm. This of course sent a new wave of panic through everyone. Where did you go, MC? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?
❤️Diavolo❤️
If anyone should feel responsible for your disappearance, it’s The Demon Prince.
He is incredibly perplexed and disturbed by the fact that his human exchange student disappeared right out from under his watchful eye.
Diavolo usually has a very outgoing and joyous attitude, but it’s not the same since you left.
Instead, he becomes numb. Sad. Determined to do everything he can to find you.
Lucifer had come running to him in a state of panic, informing him that they couldn’t find you.
He rarely saw Lucifer act that way, so he knew it had to be serious.
He joined in on the search for you too.
Barbatos tried convincing him to stay at the castle, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. The peace between the human world and the Devildom is at risk.
After days and weeks of searching with no results, he becomes depressed.
He uses every connection, every resource he has to find you.
But he can’t.
Not even the most powerful being in all the Devildom can locate one human.
To disgrace not only the Devildom, but his Father… It's too much to bear.
I’m such a poor excuse for a demon, how could I lose them so easily?
He sits at his office desk, staring down at the paperwork he’s supposed to be finishing. He's severely behind.
But instead of picking up the pen, his hands are clutching at his auburn hair as tears stream down his cheeks.
Barbatos walks on him in this state several times.
The sight of the dark, heavy bags under the Prince’s eyes causes a pang of sadness in his heart. He longs to comfort him.
But the Prince has become distant from him.
He doesn’t understand why Barbatos doesn’t use his powers to find you in such desperate times.
He’s confused. Angry.
He orders Barbatos away, and rests his head into his folded arms, wishing you were wrapped up in them instead.
Wherever you are, MC, I promise we will find you. We’ll bring you home.
💛Simeon💛
When Simeon learns of your disappearance, he almost doesn’t believe it.
But when he’s forced to face the reality of your absence, he feels it deep within his heart.
His usual calm demeanor starts to crack, but he wants to stay brave for Luke.
He doesn’t want to scare the young angel.
At first, he’s restless, pacing through the corridors of Purgatory Hall, trying to think of any way to contribute to your search.
But it’s been weeks. And still no sign of you.
Now he sits in one of the arm chairs in his bedroom, gazing out the window.
My little lamb, where have you disappeared to?
A book that he’s given up reading rests on his lap, his fingertips ghosting over the corners of the pages.
He wishes you were here with him, sitting comfortably in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
His eyes well up with tears at the thought.
Luke checks in with him often, bringing him updates when he can and suggesting they get out of his room for a while.
He sits with Luke in a cafe for a while, nursing a cup of coffee while Luke chatters about all of the things he’s going to do with you when you return.
This should cheer him up, but instead it sends a wave of indescribable sadness washing over him.
It’s not Luke’s fault, of course.
He appears to be handling it better than he is.
Simeon, who normally thrives on the joy he brings others through conversation and gentle smiles, requests to be alone.
He shuts himself away in his room, finally letting the tears fall.
His heart burns with grief as his body trembles.
As a writer, he figures the only thing he can do is compose a letter of his feelings for you.
MC, My love, please return home as soon as you can. Are you safe? I think of you constantly. Your absence brings a great sadness over me that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Even as a well known author, my words alone cannot express how deeply I miss and care for you. I love you, MC. I long to feel the warmth of you by my side once more. -Simeon
💙Luke💙
They try to go easy on telling Luke the news of your disappearance.
The young angel knew something was wrong when Simeon sat him down, a serious expression painted across his face.
“W-What?! MC is gone?!”
His heart is full of sadness and confusion, worried about where you could have possibly ran off to.
You wouldn’t just leave him without telling him where you were going, right?
He tries not to think about that.
So he puts all his energy into baking.
Desserts and pastries of all kinds line the kitchen tables and counters of Purgatory Hall.
Barbatos walks into the kitchen to see flour and a variety of different colored icing all over.
But there is Luke, frosting on his nose and tears in his eyes, baking away.
“I-I have to make sure there’s plenty of desserts for them to eat when they return!”
Luke offers several pastries for Barbatos to take to the brothers.
He doesn’t usually take kindly to them, but he knows they are working hard to find you.
He eventually slows down, growing tired from his baking frenzy.
Simeon goes to check on him, and finds the little angel asleep at the table, his head cradled in his arms and surrounded by a mountain of cookies he just got done baking.
He stirs a little when Simeon carries him to bed.
“M-MC…” he whimpers. “They’ll come back, right?”
He’s half awake now, aware of Simeon tucking him into bed.
The older angel gives him a sad smile. “Of course Luke, they love you so much. I know they’ll return home soon.”
Luke sniffs, a tear falling down his cheek as he begins to drift back to sleep.
“I-I miss them…I want them to try all of my desserts…”
Simeon wipes away his tears, attempting to hold back his own.
Luke begins to snore softly, dreaming of baked goods and picnics where you are there to share them with.
����Solomon🖤
When you first go missing, Solomon is confused.
You were just with him, where did you go? Is this some sort of joke?
His worry causes the demon brothers to panic.
Solomon is never too bothered by anything. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime.
But when you go missing suddenly with no explanation?
That’s something that terrifies him.
He hears the news from the brothers that your pact is no longer active with them.
That worries him even more.
He immediately jumps into action.
He searches the location of where you were last seen and picks up on lingering traces of magic.
That's odd, he thinks. He was proud of how far you've come with your abilities as his apprentice, but he knew this magic was way too strong to be yours.
This was the work of someone much more powerful.
Nonetheless, a flutter of hope rises in his chest. He's one step closer to finding you.
He analyzes the magic, and comes to the conclusion that you were transported through time to a past version of the Devildom.
Once he connects all the dots, he uses Barbatos' power to find you.
Of course, it takes a few tries, but he finds you.
He let's out a breath of relief as he gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight.
You sob into his chest as he holds you.
His poor, adorable apprentice. Lost and confused.
"There there, MC. It's going to be alright. We'll get you home soon."
But now he’s stuck there too, with no way to contact the brothers or Diavolo to tell them of your location.
He could, theoretically return but he wouldn't dare go back to the present without you by his side.
Lucifer about murdered him already, and you desperately needed his help.
He secretly couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone.
But this will be interesting, he thought.
Let's see how this plays out.
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Desires. . .
♡ It's hard to deny he wants, no scratch that, desires you~ ♡
♡.Obey me!
♡♡.SUGGESTIVE!! Minor do not interact with me!! GN!reader, implied Masturbation, Possessiveness if you squint your eyes (the cherry on top ♥️)
♡♡♡. I blame my cutie cass @asmology and her post for these fever thoughts 😵💫
♡ DIAVOLO tries his best to keep his needs, his desires, his twisted fantasies at bay. Believe him, he tries his hardest but you...you are so temping. And you don’t know, how wicked…
♡ A human in the student council room, poor thing is confused, scared. It almost makes his heart soften at the sight of you. Almost pities you. Seeing you in the flesh confirms his theories, humans are so different from demons and angels. You aren’t sharp shaped as demons, and you aren’t fantabulous and shiny as angels. Based on the notes from Lucifer, You are clumsy in shape, you look soft, easy to break. Your weak spots are in the open. You don’t have magic to protect you, which makes Diavolo a bit happy, meaning he can give you the amount of attention he wanted without making Lucifer and Barbatos worry about him being too interested. He could ask about your day and needs and concerns since day one without raising suspicions.
♡ He, because of his power and position in the program, suggests that it’s best if you join in when he trains, to pick up a small amount of his skills. But that’s not all why he wants you to join. Maybe he craves see you flushed and sweaty, worn out, that’d make it so easy for Diavolo to attack and grab you. Maybe he craves to push you to a wall the second Barbatos leaves the area, to cage you completely. Maybe he desires to put his lips on your soft ones, would they bruise if he bites and pulls?
♡ Diavolo tries to move slow at first, he can’t scare you off just yet. He smiles at you when you walked in the room. He brings (Barbatos fetches the items) you drinks and snacks when he saw you studying in the library. But he notices the way Mammon gazed upon your body. It radiates lust and neediness, it was clear what he wants to do to you. He notices how other demons reacted to you, their thoughts are transparent to the prince of demons. They clearly think of you as a prey to stalk, a mere plaything to gang on when he’s not with you. He has to put his hand on the end of your spine and lean closer to you. They should get the message now. You’re not to be touched. Your skin was warm through the shirt, he fights the urge to sneak his hand upwards.
♡ Although he shines with a playfulness aura and a smile when he’s with you, he was different when he is alone.
♡ With files and piles of papers done, he slips on his bed. He should be relieved that he has free time but…he’s upset it’s so late and you’re asleep. Asleep…and far away. If only he can have an excuse to have you with him in the castle.
♡ He can bring you to the balcony and show you the nightsky from high above, charm you and steal a kiss or two.
♡ Diavolo, on his bed, lies on his back. His hands were loosing the tie, and the other opening his shirt. “Mmhm..”
♡ he can pull you in an empty room and roam his hands over your body, lips on yours, whispering what’ll he do later after Barbatos leaves to work downstairs
♡ he would kiss your neck, kiss your collarbones and hold your thighs, he would bring you to him so close that he can hear your heartbeat
♡ he would command you to strip, slowly and piece by piece
♡ he tells you he would not touch you but strip himself down as well, he would command you to come closer and-
♡ Diavolo smiles before he leads you out of the room, nodding at Barbatos who was looking for both of you
♡ Diavolo won’t waste time and teases you more all night long to the point you can’t help but amuse a little yourself to calm your hot body when you close the door of your bedroom. Would you moan his name? Would you send him pictures and beg for his help? Is your human body sensitive as it seems?
♡ Diavolo takes off his shirt as his imagination and obsession of you get intense
♡ his hand reaches for his DDD, he can already picture you whimpering for him but looking at references isn’t bad
♡ days pass after that night and his thoughts become more curious
♡ would you like it if he grips on your hips during class under the desk? Would you act as innocent student if his fingers dance near the zipper of your pants?
♡ his gazing on you increases as you interact more with him, do you truly not fear him and his demonic nature? How much can you can you endure?
♡ Diavolo doesn’t believe you trust him all the way
♡ he doesn’t know if you would trust him when he ropes you up with his tie and pushes you on the desk of this class, he just might have to do it to find his answers
♡ would you let him bend you over Lucifer’s desk when he can come in the door at any moment? Would you listen to his desires and tell him to act on them?
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OK SO
M! Reader with Beel but reader is a chef/baker. Beel only learns about Readers talent when he eats one of their meals and finally feels full for the first time probably ever. Beel questions reader about the contents of the food and reader is like “idfk, made with love?” Because of this, Beel forces Reader to make him food as much as possible.
Small little thing I was thinking about, thought it might be cute.
𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : 。.。
warnings / sum // he's full of your love and still wanting more. || beelzebub (obey me! one master), male reader, fluff
a / n // tysm for giving me my first ever request on here + i love beel sm so i was so excited to start writing this!!! [B. NAME] = bakery name (usually would mean "brother" but in this fic no)
# full of your love // beelzebub x m!reader ≟ ˚◦
: 。.。 ░ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ;; 𝙇𝙀𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔
𝙄𝙏 — was known all across the Devildom that [F. NAME]'s baking was the best and not only that, but the [B. NAME] was also great, even Barbatos and Luke would agree so, their own pastries maybe put to shame. The bakery smelt of fresh sweets, toasted bread, and the clear aroma of caffeine. Everything in the building screamed a homey feeling, it brought a warm welcome to any person, demon, or angel walking in. A heaven in hell.
It was unsurprising that Beelzebub, Avatar of Gluttony, quickly found out about the place, and became a frequent patron. Not only that, he was the generally the sweetest and most supportive, having the money to buy all of the bakeries pastries if he wanted to.
It was currently a normal day, it had begun to snow in the Devildom and demons all around looked for refuge in any open stores. Beelzebub sat down at a table, scarfing down the food given to him by [F. NAME].
The demon looked up at [F. NAME] as he munched, "your baking is always the best, [F. NAME]... mmm..."
The [H. COLOR]-nette could only chuckle, placing more food before the other, "so I've heard, Beel."
They continued to bask in each other's warm company, [F. NAME] soon pulling in a chair and propping his elbows up to admire his favorite customer.
Beel gulped down the remains of the food with a good jug of coffee and sighed in content. He patted his stomach and realized an odd feeling.
"... I feel so full, [F. NAME]."
"I'd be surprised if you didn't, you've ate more than you regularly do."
Beel shook his head, "no, you don't understand. I never get full." The ginger tightened his brows at the other, seeing as how the baker was not staring back quizzically.
"That's interesting...?" [F. NAME] said, confusion in his tone.
They stayed staring at each other for a minute or two, an awkward atmosphere still growing. [F. NAME] opted the conversation was done and stood up, grabbing a nearby platter and stacking the empty dishes, Beelzebub could only watch, a curious wilderment still evident.
He suddenly snapped out of it, stopping the baker.
"What do you put in your food?"
Caught off guard, [F. NAME] opened his mouth to close it again. Shouldn't it be obvious...? Flour... sugar... salt — y'know, what else is one supposed to put in a pastry?
"What else?" [F. NAME] softly smiled, "it's pastries."
Beelzebub shook his head, not satisfied and repeated his question. [F. NAME], a platter still in hand, took his other and placed it on his chin in ponder.
"Hmmm... love, I guess?"
The silence came back at Beelzebub widened his eyes. [F. NAME] chuckled again, the melody of his voice filling the bakery as he went back to tidy up. Beel felt a feeling deep inside him, butterflies swirling inside his chest. The deepest red took over the avatar's face as he slowly raised his hand, grabbing [F. NAME]'s wrist.
Both became surprised at the upcoming words.
"Please, make me as much food as you can!"
"U — uh? I'm sorry?"
Beel stood up, his face now mere inches away from the other, "more! I need more!"
[F. NAME] smiled, trying to stifle his laughter but soon blowing up.
"Sure! Sure — haha, just — just sit down Beel, and I'll cook you all the food you want!"
𝙇3𝙑𝙄-𝘽𝘽𝙔 ;; ᵒⁿ ᵗᵘᵐᵇˡʳ ░ : 。.。
impo . // masterlist || req info / post
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