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hopeluna-archived · 11 months
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── ❊ Request: Hey I love your work you’re one of my favorite writers on tumblr!! If you want to I have an Idea! Could u do obey me headcanon or fic on an mc who is sick? TYSM!! __
── ❊ Characters: Lucifer x reader
── ❊ CW: none! Except me being dumb :D 'cause at the end of writing this, I realised that I read the request wrong and thought that you had requested a Lucifer fic with sick reader so excuse my dumbness and I hope u like this <3
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"Lucifer, I really don't think I need another bowl of soup- no don't give me that look, I feel just fine I promise"
Lucifer had turned into a complete mother hen from the moment he came back to the house from RAD and learned from Mammon that you had caught a cold.
He was on you in a second, arranging the bed with fluffed pillows, making sure there is a warm cup of tea on the table beside the bed and occasionally glaring at his brothers when they make too much noise, warning them that you have a headache.
The last 30 minutes had been spent on Lucifer insisting you to have some soup as he was convinced you hadn't eaten enough, ignoring the fact that he had made you eat three bowls already.
"You need to have a full stomach, MC- its important to have your strength back" Lucifer gives a firm nod your way, gesturing to his raised hand with a spoonful of broth, ready to handfeed you if thats what it took.
"Fine! But this is the last one" sighing, you took a mouthful of the warm food, you had to admit it did feel good to eat it and have it soothe your aching throat.
Lucifer sat there for a while, making sure you were actually going to eat everything and not try to skip over stuff, when the incessant shouting of his brothers outside the door reached him. He made out the words "Solomon", "food" and "MC" before he quickly made his way outside the room.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
It took almost an hour to convince Solomon to hand his cooking over to the brothers, insisting that they would give it to you and that there was no need for Solomon to stick around as "we're pretty sure you've got other important stuff to do".
When the wizard finally relented and made his way out, Mammon and Levi were tasked to get rid of the food. "Throw it away, bury it, just get it away from me!!", were Asmo's exact words.
Lucifer tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose in the middle of all the bickering and chaos. Not one peaceful day in this house.
Deciding to ignore the brothers, he entered the room once again to check on you, just to find you asleep, with a light snore and a empty bowl on the table.
Taking off one of his gloves and pressing the back of his cool hand to your forehead, a little frown made way to his face on finding yours still flushed with warmth.
Just as he went to pull his hand back, with a sleepy incoherent mumble, you grabbed his hand to snuggle to your heated face. I can stay a bit here, I guess.... and with a last look towards the door to make sure one of the brothers didn't stab another one, Lucifer took his shoes and coat off and carefully got under the covers, the movement receiving an appreciative hum and more snuggling from you.
The next morning when you woke up feeling refreshed and headache gone, the smile on your face was definitely worth it to Lucifer to get sick.
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olivyh · 11 months
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You’re Safe Here
A/N: Sorry for the improptu hiatuses! I'm currently struggling with a housing issue so most of my energy has been put into that! It's been a rough couple of weeks since I returned from London so I wrote this little tidbit to cheer me up! I enjoy all the time I get to write, though, and they lift my mood so much so a huge thank you to everyone for all the support even when I'm not active :) Out of all the brothers, Lucifer is the one who I could see most as my own older brother (even though both of mine are nothing like him), and I have found a lot of comfort in that since I started playing the game. Because of that, this fic is probably one of the many brother! luci fics that I'm gonna write
Lucifer's head felt as though it were going to split in two from the migraine that had been building up all day. Meeting after meeting, he could barely find the time to eat a quick snack or drink a sip of water (which he often hesitated to tell his younger pbrothers, knowing all too well they would take the situation into thier own hands and, without meaning to, would make matters much worse than if he'd just handled things on his own). Once he finally found time to settle down at dinner, his hands were shaking so badly from the exhaustion he had to simply pack his meal away (somehow avoiding suspicions from the other residents of the House of Lamentation, minus his sixth youngest brother, who shot him a worried glance from across the table). In his office he was greeted with a stack of paperwork so high he began to question how Barbatos managed to sneak the whole stack in without any of it falling down or alerting Cerberus to the sudden intrustion.
By the time he finished the stack, it was already late into the night. The inky black of the Devildom's night sky seemed to silence the world outside of the sins' safe haven (the darkness being one he believed he could never get used to, no matter how many centuries would pass). It was far too dark, even for the beings who could see in the dark, only broken by purple and golden stars that flickered and shone down upon the residents. If he strained his pointed ears he could make out the vague sounds from the house; faint music from Levi's room, with a shout here or there; Mammon's snoring (which he could hear even from the other side of the house, a feat which he would never not be impressed by); a thud from Beel followed by faint crunches and the rustling of wrappers; another thud followed by a soft groan, likely Belphegor sleepwalking once more and being lifted by his twin to return to their shared room; the only brothers of his who he couldn't hear were Asmodeus and Satan, the former likely getting his 'beauty sleep' and the latter likely silently reading (a hobby which Lucifer appreciated for the lack of noise and the distraction it gave his mischevious younger brother).
The demon sighed, loosening his tie and folding it on his desk, standing and stretching his arms above his head. The bones cracking along his spine and joints seem to relieve some of that tension. He heaves a sigh, finally releasing the breath that had been held prisoner in his lungs from the moment he woke up- an anxiety he was far too used to dealing with. He swallows briefly, the dryness of his mouth and throat making it a near impossible task. Had he had any water that day? He recalled taking a sip or two at dinner, however...
Shrugging off his vest, he folds it over the back of his office chair and begins his trip to the kitchen. Lucifer doesn't bother turning on the lights- even if he couldn't see in the dark, he knew this house better than the back of his own calloused and scarred hand. Each hall and hidden passageway was mapped in the back of his mind at all times. Every dent in the corners and tears in the wallpaper from his brothers and their fights, some of them he hadn't bothered to fix due to the memories they held.
His favorites were the ones which his brothers had made, like the dent in the wall from when Mammon, upon the first decade of the Fall, had decided it would be fun to ram his horns into the wall to see if they would stick (and they did, they all learned, after having to pry the demon out of the heavy stone behind the wallpaper); Or the lipstick stains that Asmo had drunkenly left on the wall around the large mirror that hung in the hallway.;The small dents left in the floorboards from Beel dropping one of his weights, or the chip in the tiles of the bathroom from when Belphie fell and smashed a tile with one of his horns, the outline of a book that Satan threw into the wall after a particularly horrible ending, and the carving of a strange symbol into the florboards from a bored Levi- all of them held stories of his brothers being themselves, not simply the embodyments of the sins.
The one he adored most was one in a storage room in the back of the house, one everyone (aside from Lucifer) hardly visited. Early in their new lives, they had all attempted to repaint a small portion of the house. It was chaotic, yes, and they ended up painting anything but the walls. During the last moments, his brothers all decided to leave their handprints on the wall.
Lucifer wasn't sure if they remembered it was there, but he knew it all too well (and he had placed a spell on it to ensure it's survival, no matter what happened to that portion of the house- neither fire nor flood could wash those handprints away).
He was surely too sentimental for a demon.
A part of him wished to have something of his younger sister on the wall as well, a handprint of her own to markwhat was now their home for the rest of their lives.
Another part considered asking the human who lived with them to add theirs- knowing of their fleeting existence and wanting a permanent reminder of them.
It pained him deeply to think about, the human who he started to see as a younger sibling. Not a replacement for who was gone, no, but an addition. Just as Satan became an addition all those centuries ago, they had wormed themselves into the family as well.
Eight siblings, he pondered most nights, the thought warming the heart he believed to have lost during the war, the heart he had locked away swelling in content (whether of his own accord or due to the nature of his sin, he truthfully did not know). For reasons unbeknownst to him, his hardened persona had softened to them and their bright smile. He knew it would be futile to resist it, so he had slowly started treating them like a sibling. Scolding them and one of his brothers when the had done something stupid, diligently ensuring that they were sae whenever they left the house, saving them a little extra food during dinner so they wouldn't go hungry (even when they insisted they were alright).
How could a creature, so susceptible to the gaping maw of time, make him, the most powerful of all his brothers and feared by most (if not all), a being who could flatten entire civilizations with a snap of his fingers if he so wished, turn into such a fool?
Perhaps he was weakening with time, or he was simply too worn from his brothers to notice how they became a part o fhis family, how they became someone he wanted to protect.
He was so lost in his thoughts that, by the time he'd arrived to the kitchen, Beel was already back for round two of his bedtime snack.
"Beelzebub," Lucifer chides, deep voice breaking the peaceful silence of the night (if the clinking of jars and opening of cabinets had not broken it enough). "We'll barely have enough for breakfast at this rate," His younger brother simpered for a moment, smiling innocently and scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"I know," The redhead mutters. "Sorry." Lucifer feels his eyes on the back of his head as he reaches into the cabinets, grabbing a glass and promptly filling it. "Lucifer?"
"Yes?" The man takes a sip of the chilled water, sighing softly at how different he felt from the simple action alone.
"Can you check in on Mc?" His brother's voice dips softly, as though he was worried they were listening to the conversation. It was unlikely, despite the proximity of their room to the kitchen. "I... their room smelled... salty, like tears."
"Tears?" The older man paused, turning his attention fully to his brother, pointed tips of his ears turned to the sky as they were piqued in concern.
"I tried checking in on them but they told me they were okay..." Beel looks away guiltily, biting the corner of his lip with one of his fangs until it nearly bled. "I asked again but..."
"They told you to leave?" The black-haired man mutters in disbelief. His human... no, their human... would never turn one of the brothers away. The thought formed a lump in his throat as he sat up a little straighter, nodding towards the glutton. "I'll check on them. Thank you," Beel nods, bidding his eldest brother goodnight as he leaves the kitchen.
Lucifer looks down to his water hopelessly, watching his darkened expression swim in the glass. Sighing, he dumps the rest down the drain before grabbing a second glass, filling it and making his way out of the kitchen.
To his dismay, Beelzebub was right. Lucifer could hear faint sniffles from the other side of the door, a sound which brought him physical pain in the center of his chest as his stomach clenches painfully. Swallowing thickly, he raps his knuckles on the back of the door.
"Mc, it's me," He murmurs against the oak door. "May I enter?"
When he gets no response aside from a soft shuffling of fabric from the other side, he allows himself entry. Mc is nothing more than a pile of soft blankets and pillows piled atop their bed. He slowly walks closer to them, placing the water on their desk and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, watching as their form trembles beneath the layers.
"Mc," He whispers, gingerly placing his hand on the blanket atop the pile (It was Belphie's, he recalled. One of the youngest's favorites). "I ask that you remove yourself from there, it cannot be easy to breathe under all of that and I will not allow you to do anything detrimental to your health in such a way." He knew he sounded harsh, the end of his words holding a bite that was reserved for scoldings and sighs of annoyance. He reprimands himself for that fact. Their response is a heartbroken sob, one that send a pang so sharp through his chest that he was certain he had just been struck by one of his heavenly brothers once more. His mind is muddled, memories of comforting his brothers and sister during times like these flashing through his mind.
As though subconsciously, he lifts the edge of the blanket, smiling softly when their tear-streaked face framed by soaked hair that clings to their skin meets his own. Their wide-eyed, anguished expression is nearly enough to make him falter in his steps. In their time in the Devildom, he had forgotton how young the human truly was in compared to them. Despite their magical strength and resilience in the harsh environment they were thrown in, they were still such a small thing in the world of demons and angels and sorcerers, so inexperienced in the cruel world Lucifer and the others had grown accostumed to.
He mentally berated himself for forgetting such a thing, for this moment to be the one to bring him to the reality of their existence. They were quite generous, weren't they? To spend their very few years in the land which most humans would pray they never caught a glimpse of.
Generous, and oh so strong.
He should have guessed that strength came with their moments of vulnerability, should have planned for this moment.
"L-Luci?" Their voice shakes from the heaving of their breaths between hiccups and sobs (how long have they been like this? Lucifer thinks bitterly).
"Yes, it's me, little lamb," He murmurs.
"I-I-" Their voice breaks into more sobs as they bury their face into a plush pillow, alrerady damped from ters from who-knows-how-long-ago. He runs his hand over thier forehead, wiping their tears with his thumb as he hushes them softly. Lucifer feels the harsh retaliation of his sin, clawing away at it's confines at the display tenderness that it despises so much.
"It's alright, you don't have to speak to me if you don't wish to," The demon moves the blanket away from their face, allowing them to catch a quick breath. "However, I will be staying here." They hum an affirmation as their sobbing resumes. "May I hold you?" His soft voice is met with another weak nod as he shifts them into his arms, cradling their head into the crook of his neck as he rocks softly. Their tears seep into his collar as he rubs his free hand along their side.
"Everything is going to be okay, Mc," He mumbles into their hair, pushing back some stray tears once their sorrow is reduced to hiccups and short breaths. "I'm here."
"I-I-I'm so sor-so sorry," They mumble into his collar.
"No need to apologize," He quickly hushes them with another soft swipe of his thumb over their features. "It's not healthy to hold back tears." He understands the irony of his words, he didn't know the last time he has cried in that way, or any way, for that matter. If they hear the strain in his voice, they don't comment on it, only choosing to nestle their face further into his tear-soaked shirt. Their shaking shoulders don't cease, despite their breathing getting slower and more controlled.
He reaches over gingerly, grabbing Belphie's blanket from the top of the stack and wrapping it around their trembling form, resuming the rocking once he's finished.
"Would you like some water?" He asks softly. They shake their head, making the man frown. He was well aware that humans needed to stay hydrated after events such as these, however... he didn't want to push their limits in their fragile state. He makes a mental note to give them the big glass at breakfast in the morning rather than the smaller glass they normally choose. When their sniffles return, adding on to the air of distress around the human he and his brothers adored so, he resumed his rocking.
The demon began to hum a soft song, one that drifted in the slightly chilly air of the bedroom (has it always been this cold?) and rested on the flowers above their bed. It was an old song, even older than what the humans would consider ancient, in a language weaved from light and the prayers from below, a solemn psalm only known to those granted the right to be born in the skies. He was shocked that he'd kept that privilege after the Fall.
Not that any of the brothers still used it, as the undulating sounds and breathless whispers between the words spoke of memories they all would rather not taint with the consequences of their rebellion.
The song, however, was still held deep within their hearts. It was a lullaby for cherubs, for freshly created beings unsure of the roles they were given. A pathway to a silent sleep filled with dreams of purple clouds and golden stars.
Lucifer felt a wave of deja vu, a flash of warmth and sunlight, the shadow of a small angel in his folded arms, her soft snores the harmony to his music.
"When my brothers and I were first created," He murmurs against their forehead, feeling the deep need to express the pressure within his chest. "We would have lots of nights like these," His voice is soft, reminescent of the times they had spent in the sun, flying amongst the clouds and telling each other stories of humans and angels alike until they would all fall asleep (mostly in Lucifer's room, which he didn't mind at all. In fact, he felt better knowing where they all were). "I cared for them just like this, cradled them in the same way I'm doing to you now."
He notices that their breathing had begun to even out, yet had not fallen into the steady rhythm of sleep.
Good, Lucifer thinks.
"They all had their own reasons. It was quite stressful in the Celestial Realm, despite what many humans believe and are told," He recalls the work that was provided for them, the countless days in and out of carefully treading around the rules and guidelines set by their Father. Questions left unanswered out of the fear of sin, every move perfectly calculated and planned so as to not make any slight mistakes.
They were created for one purpose, and it was expected of them to fulfill those perfectly.
"It went the same every time," He sighs. "Levi would be the hardest to coax out of his room, and I was lucky if Mammon spoke one word to me when he got upset," He remembered sitting outside of Leviathan's door for hours on end, sitting cross-legged on the floor and completing his work there until he heard his younger brother's sniffles cease and he would open the door for the older brother; Mammon curled up, refusing to face Lucifer while he wailed into his pillows. Lucifer remembered how hopeless he felt, left only to rub the younger's back until he calmed down enough to fall asleep. "The others would come to me, which I never minded," The memory of Asmodeus, porcelain face tear-streaked and hair messy as he crawled into his brother's bed, weeping into his shoulder as Lucifer would pet his hair down; Beelzebub shyly asking Lucifer for a hug, and, the moment his brother's arms wrapped around the larger man's shoulders, the tears that would begin to flow; Belphegor, who wouldn't say a word as he came into Lucifer's room and curled under the blankets, hugging the eldest's arm to his chest like his life depended on it.
Lilith, who he would rock and hum to until her tears stopped flowing down her rounded face, holding his hand and playing with his fingers as the sun slowly rose above the clouds.
"I do wish you would tell us when you're hurt, or scared," The man sighs. "I- we truly care about you." The words felt like claws as they scrambled up his throat and out of his mouth. His heart seethed at the curse of his sin, at how agonizing expressing the simple fact was. Lucifer would prevail. "Beelzebub asked me to check on you. He was worried."
"I'm sorry," The human whispers, nearly a whine as their jaw quivers and eyebrows knit on their forehead. "I didn't mean to make you both worry."
"I am not telling you these things to make you apologize," He smiles softly, the lines around his face shifting in the candlelight that dimly illuminates the room. "These are simple facts. You are family to us now- even as a human. And even when you pass on-" The phrase gets lodged in his throat, their mortality was such a burdensome thought to all the brothers. He takes a breath, calming his thoughts. "We will still love you, angel or demon."
They stay silent, making Lucifer question their belief in his words. Did they truly not feel the same? All the laughter, all the joy and memories they'd created together- as a family- did they think he thought nothing of them still? Perhaps he should have made it more clear to them (if his brothers hadn't proven so enough times).
"I love you guys too," They whimper, silenced by a sniffle.
"Thank you," The man murmurs into the crown of their head, placing a small kiss on tha spot afterwards. "If there is truly anything wrong, tell us. We'll protect you, always," I'll protect you always, the small voice between his words said (what he couldn't say aloud, damn the curse of his sin).
"Promise?" Their human's voice was small, hopeful as they gazed up at him with wide, watery eyes- red and puffy from the tears. He always thought they looked too sweet, too innocent to be trapped in such a place. Up until recently he'd believed that to be true. He had changed that mindset in the past couple of years, having watched them grow into the powerful sorcerer they were today. However, looking into their eyes at this moment, he felt as though he couldn't be more wrong. Protect them, his mind screamed, perhaps the part that had remained angelic after the Fall.
"I promise." His rocking paused upon hearing their soft snores, peaceful as they nestled deeper into his chest. He casts a soft glance over to the clock, unwilling to let them go just yet and relishing in the warmth they offered (he told himself that humans tend to run warmer than demons, is all, opting to ignore the way his heart swelled at seeing their form curled against his own. "I'll protect you," He whispers, barely a sigh in the night air as he kicks off his shoes and lays down on the matress, pulling them closer to his form and hushing their whimpers and groans as they stir in their sleep.
"You're safe here."
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inconsistentwriting · 10 months
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Daylight
Warning: Spoilers of Nightbringer. In the mood for some NB angst. GN!reader x Lucifer. English is not my first language.
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The end of another exhausting day as the brothers’ assistant. Lucifer had dismissed you quite late tonight. You were saying your goodbyes when you passed the music room. Something pushed you to go in and sit in the small bench in front of the piano. The memories started flowing and pouring over you. All those nights playing that same instrument for the brothers. Playing in the background for Satan as he read his favorite novels. Teaching Levi how to play his favorite openings. Lulling Belphie to sleep while his twin looked at you with adoration. The way Mammon and Asmo always found their way there while you practiced. The countless nights playing for Lucifer when he wasn’t feeling like himself, neither of you saying anything, a mutual and wordless agreement. Absentmindedly you started to pay the melody you used to play to Lucifer. You don’t know for how long you had been playing or when the the demon with those silky black wings had placed himself in the doorframe until he called your name.
-”I thought I said you could go home.”
-”I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome. I’ll get going.”
-”Wait. What is that melody?”
-”Oh, it’s a song I used to play for someone I held very dear.”
-”Used to? What happened?”
Your mind went back to the day you were taken from them all. Your eyes swelled with tears as you remember the fight you’ve had with Lucifer. The things said by both of you, you don’t even want to think on how he must be feeling with your disappearance.
-”We fought. I say nasty things and he did too. And now I can’t take them back, no matter how hard I‘ve been trying.”
-”He must be a fool for being mad at you. You have been nothing but patient and caring with my brothers and me.”
-”It’s not his fault. The world just decided we must suffer being apart from each other for a while. Maybe it’s just trying to teach me a lesson.”
The tears that stained your face made Lucifer’s heart feel heavy. Why was he feeling so bad? Why was his heart weeping? He’d never admit it, but everything in him was telling to run to you and to catch you in his arms, to tell you he would never let you suffer like that. Instead, he asked a single question.
-”Could you play it for me? I’d love to hear the entirety of it.”
-”Of course. Whatever you wish.”
Once again you sat next to the piano and let your fingers move slowly to the sound of the song. You started to sing the lyrics under Lucifer’s careful gaze.
-”Telling myself I won’t go there
Oh, but I know that I won’t care
Tryna wash away all the blood I’ve spilt
His lust is a burden that we both share
Two sinners can’t atone from a lone prayer 
Souls tied intertwined by pride and guilt.”
The words of your song struck a chord inside of Lucifer. The lyrics seemed crafted for him, he felt it deep inside of his chest.
-”There’s darkness in the distance
from the way that I’ve been living
but I know I can’t resist it.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and i drink the poison from the same vine.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.
From the daylight, running from the daylight.
From the daylight, running from the daylight.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time.”
It clicked on Lucifer’s mind. By the way you were playing, by the tone in your voice, by the history you gave him. This was a love song. A love song between you and somebody else. Someone stupid enough to allow himself to loose you. He felt a lot of things, pity for the idiot who couldn’t realise what he had, jealousy for the fact that even after all you were still looking back, longing for you.
-”Telling myself it’s the last time
Can you spare any mercy that you might find?
If I’m down on my knees again.
Deep down, way down, lord I try
Try to follow your light but it’s nighttime
Please don’t leave me in the end.”
The words touched something so deeply buried. Those words felt so very his. It was like those lyrics had been born from his deepest core. It shook him, it frightened him, it comforted him.
-”There’s darkness in the distance.
I’m begging for forgiveness
But I know I might resist it.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time 
You and I drink the poison from the same vine.
Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time
Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.
From the daylight, running from the daylight.
From the daylight, running from the daylight.
Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time.
Oh, I love it and I hate it at the same time
You and I drink the poison from the same vine.
Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time
Hiding all of our sins from the daylight.
From the daylight, running from the daylight.
From the daylight, running from the daylight.
Oh, i love it and I hate it at the same time.”
The final note hanged in the air for a second, and it felt like an eternity when your eyes met Lucifer’s. There was something in his red hues, something that reminded you of your Lucifer, something that wasn’t there before. 
-”It looks like whoever this song is for is deeply adored by you.”
-”He is. He is one of the most important people in the world to me. I love him with everything I have. I actually risked my life for him, because of how much I loved him.”
Lucifer felt the weight of your words in his heart. Deep inside he knew what it meant, he wanted to be that man, he was jealous of that unknown individual who had stolen your heart. He wanted to be the person you loved with that abandon, but he couldn’t.
-”It’s been a very long day MC, go home and rest. I’ll need you on your best moment tomorrow.”
You knew him like the palm of your hand. He kept quiet but his body speaked a million words. You could see how he swallowed a little harder as before saying those words, trying to hold back his tongue. You saw the way his eyes looked at you. You knew him so well, even this far back, he was still the demon you fell for.
-”You are right. I’ll see you tomorrow Lucifer, rest well.”
But you were just like him. His sin shinned in your eyes, the pride too strong for you to admit how much you missed him.
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I apologize for the emotional distress this might have caused. It's just one of those nights.
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fcxyviixen · 8 months
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100 Days Away
note: i began writing this a week before it had officially been 100 days since nightbringer came out, but took so long because i had to finish summer school.
solomon's pov
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solomon heard the sobs you tried to hide that morning as he walked past your room. solomon didn’t hesitate and opened your door, seeing you laying on your stomach, face smashed into the pillows to suffocate your sobs.
it broke solomon’s heart to see you this way, he knew some nights you cried yourself to sleep, sometimes he would come in and comfort you, sometimes he would sit outside your door letting a sleeping spell similar to belphegor’s magic soothe you to sleep.
solomon went by your side, sitting on your bed. His hand quickly met your hair, gently twirling your strands in his fingers, knowing the sensation soothed you even just a little. He noticed you turned your head, one of your eyes, that he found so beautiful when you got excited over the smallest things, or the look of determination as you learned under him.
now, those beautiful eyes looked at him coated with tears and sadness. you didn’t speak at first, and solomon was okay with just silently comforting you. he then heard a small buzz on the other side of the room, you had thrown your d.d.d across the room.
solomon noticed your case had popped off and a small polaroid picture fell out, he remembered when you took it with everyone. he now saw the pitch black polaroid picture sitting on the floor next to your now cracked d.d.d.
solomon just looked back at you, continuing to run his slender fingers through your hair. “do you want to talk about it?” solomon asked you, “it’s been 100 days…” you muttered you answer to him.
solomon nodded, he knew they had been there for a few months already, but didn’t think it’d already been 100 days. he didn’t think you’d be counting, were you counting to know how long you’d been away from your family? how long you’d have to make up for them when you got back? solomon didn’t know this method to your madness.
solomon’s hand ran down your back, and ran up your spine in a soothing motion. “i know it’s been a while, i know you miss them. i’ll even say I miss them too. but, they wouldn’t want you to be miserable right now, they’d want you to continue pushing forward to find a way back to them.” solomon said, trying to encourage you. “but, you shouldn’t hide your sadness either.” solomon then added.
you had suddenly flung yourself around solomon, still laying on your stomach, but your arms were around his waist and lower torso and your head was on his thigh. solomon wouldn’t deny that he liked you being in his lap, but right now wasn’t the moment.
solomon continued to rub your spine up and down, finally resting his hand on your head once more. “you’re going to get through this, you’re going to get home. i promise, no matter how long it takes, you’ll get home.” solomon smiled down at you.
you stayed there with your head resting on his thigh, he could still hear you sobbing as you held onto your teacher. “i just wish i never got sent here in the first place.” you said. “i know, no one would ever ask for this.” solomon said he cursed nightbringer, and wished nightbringer would have just told him what they were planning, what the whole play here was with sending you to the past.
“i promise you, i’ll get you home. and i’ll make nightbringer pay for doing this to you.”
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callmemxmmy · 11 months
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*After the call with Luke ended, MC proceeds to chase Mammon *
MC: " Mammon, come back this instant!! How dare you tricked Luke to believe awful stuff about me!! How could youuuuu!! "
Mammon: *while running* " It was too funny damn'it, it ain't my fault Fido believed it! "
* Luke watching from afar *
Luke: " Shouldn't we stop MC? "
Simeon: " Right now, we shouldn't concern MC rather than the safety of ourselves... "
Solomon: *laughing his ass, while recording then sending to Lucifer*
Lucifer: *chuckles* " That big idiot.. "
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stylessatlantic · 9 months
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mammon x gn!reader
authors note | this is my first time writing smth on here so any feedback is appreciated <33 i’ve wanted to write something for the looongest time ! i’ve had ideas here and there but never actually posted anything till now ☆
cw | fluff + 2nd person pov
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the orange and yellow hues of the sunset were slowly leaving the sky as you were both reaching the end of the trail. neither of you had any plans set for the afternoon so what better than a late night stroll through the forest? when mammon suggested it you were definitely not expecting him to take you here though. you looked up in awe at the beautiful sight. the moon illuminating the river down below, making it almost sparkle in the reflection. the sound of the leaves rustling against the trees just adding to the peacefulness. it was like time stopped for a moment. you with your lover, letting nature envelop you in serenity and peace. you couldn’t take your eyes off the view in front of you, but mammon couldn’t take his eyes off you. all he could think about was that you looked so-
‘beautiful’ mammon mumbled so softly you almost missed it.
you turned to look at him but were caught off guard when he was already staring back at you. his cheeks started heating up as soon as he realized he got caught and he looked away. you smile softly and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. you lay your head on his shoulder and get comfortable. turning your attention back to the sky you noticed that the stars seemed to be shining brighter that night. or maybe you just never really paid that much attention to them before?
you pointed out to him all the bright stars that stood out to you specifically, as well as showing him various stars that formed tiny shapes. he couldn’t help but laugh at you for your silly antics and your amusement over these little things, but really he couldn’t be happier.
“wow i’ve really never seen stars like these before…they look so pretty” you say in awe.
he just looks over and smiles fondly, he kisses your temple and holds you even tighter as he whispers softly in your hair.
“not as pretty as you, my star”
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some time passed and honestly, you don’t know how long you two were sitting there admiring the view for but you were finally starting to feel tired, and a little cold. a breeze brushed past the both of you and you shivered slightly.
“are ya cold mc? i told ya to grab a jacket before we left!”
“i know…it just wasn’t that cold before” you say pouting slightly before another cold breeze passed by again.
“well how do ya expect me to just ignore that?! i can’t have ya freezing to death over there….here…” he sheepishly wraps his signature brown jacket around your frame. you snuggle into it happily and hum in content.
“thank you mammon....but aren’t you cold too?”
‘m’fine’ he mumbled as he looked over at you. which he quickly realized was a mistake. he just about had a heart attack! why did you have to look so beautiful all the time? especially now that you’re wearing his jacket? mc you’re gonna kill him for sure someday….
the warmth of his jacket and him embracing you tightly in his arms got you feeling even more tired than before. finally, you turn to him.
“i’m getting a little tired mams” you say yawning slightly
“do ya wanna head back?” as much as he tried to cover his slight disappointment, you could see right through him.
“we can just come back tomorrow so don’t worry my pretty boy” you smile as you catch a faint blush appear on his face after hearing the nickname “aaaand you’ll get tons of cuddles as soon as we get home”
that seemed to brighten up his mood and he happily linked your hands together.
“well what are we waiting for? lets head back already!”
you laughed at his eagerness and you both finally started making your way back down the trail. before you could make it any farther though, you suddenly stopped in your tracks and looked over at him.
“why’d ya stop mc…?”
you cup his cheeks gently and smile up at him. “mammon. thank you for taking me here, there’s no one else i’d rather spend my moments with. i love you endlessly.” you said voice laced with so much love and affection.
he just stared at his human for a while. no amount of words seemed enough to describe how he was feeling right then and there. with flushed cheeks, he leans forward and catches your lips in his. a slow, passionate kiss. you smile as you feel his lips on yours and return the kiss just as eagerly.
you both pull away slowly, and stare into each others eyes. you smile at him and he smiles back at you.
no words needed to be said to know just how much you both mean to each other.
thank you sm for reading this little thing , i just love him sm :(<3
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love-note-musings · 1 year
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emoji drabble prompts |
send in an emoji & character and i’ll write an s/o blurb for them :”)
🦢 | coffee shop dates
🎬 | late-night rendezvous in the moonlight
💼 | long distance communication
🏹 | waking up from a nightmare
♟ | going to the local bookstore
🧺 | coming home after being away for a long time
⏳ | rainy day activites
🐇 | partaking in grievances
📷 | insecurites and jealousies
🧦 | unrequited yearning
🕊 | watching the sunrise
🪐 | dinner date disasters
🎼 | visiting the orchestra
🕯 | slow-dancing as the world melts away
🕰 | 3 a.m. philosophical discussions
📜 | sending letters and leaving notes
☕️ | what their love looks like
♠️ | hugs that last a little bit too long
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froggibus · 1 year
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Seeing Their Pact Mark For The First Time - Obey Me! Brothers
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Summary: how they react to seeing their pact mark for the first time
CW: branding, marking, general possessiveness? suggestive (Lucifer’s and Asmo’s), jealousy (Levi’s)
more obey me content!! i am down bad for MAMMON rn so that’s what brought this about lol. also some happier content (thank god)
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Lucifer
his is on the back of your neck
usually it’s hidden under your hair or the collar of your shirt so no one really sees it 
lucifer is curious about it but doesn’t really care to ask
honestly he got really busy after the pact was formed and forgot all about it
you’re late for school one day and rushing to get ready in the bathroom when Lucifer walks by 
you have your head down looking for something and he sees it on the back of your neck
literally stops in his tracks and does a double take 
“so that’s where it is.”
jumpscare 
he asks to see it again
has you sit down in front of him so he can play with your hair and rub his fingers across the mark 
he loves that there’s a vow on your body binding you to him that only he can see
unless he gets jealous and “accidentally” uncovers it in front of someone 
(also unrelated but imagine giving him head in a position where he can see it—him holding you by the pact mark and guiding you along his length)
Mammon
it’s on your back where your heart would be
you know what it means but you don’t want to tell Mammon about it
he would probably just make fun of you anyways
one day he comes to see you after school, and forgets to knock
unfortunately for both of you, you’re in the process of changing into your pyjamas 
he walks in right as you take your shirt off, and he’s greeted by your back and the golden mark that resides there
definitely screams and hides his face in his arm 
“w-why are you naked??”
“why didn’t you knock?!”
you finish putting on your shirt and lay down on your bed, stomach first 
“mammon, you can open your eyes now”
he awkwardly does, relief washing over him when he sees that you’re fully clothed
“so what did you need?”
“was that my pact mark on your back?”
you agree and then ask if he wants to see it
he does but insists it’s just to see what it looks like (no other reason)
you lift the back of your shirt up and continue laying down on your stomach
Mammon feels really emotional looking at it
his pact mark, on his human?
he traces the outline of it, in awe of how it looks on your skin 
neither of you say anything for a while, you just lay there contentedly while he runs his fingers over the mark over and over again 
Levi
his is on your left thigh, just below where your underwear sit
what better placement for the Avatar of Envy?
you couldn’t find it at first, but you could feel it 
when you did finally find the orange mark on your leg, you knew that Levi would implode if he ever found it 
Levi sees you showing his brothers their pact marks and gets a little a lot jealous 
doesn’t confront you about it tho and instead decides to go pout in his room about it 
when you come in to check on him, he’s a little cold with you 
“cmon leviachan, talk to me. what’s got you so upset?”
you have to listen to a five minute self deprecation spiral before he even tells you why he’s upset
“levi…you know that if you wanted to see your mark, all you had to do was ask, right?”
he’s a little embarrassed about it now but with some gentle coaxing you manage to calm him down enough and get him to sit on the bed across from you
when you start unbuttoning your pants, his face burns 
“OMG y/n, w-what are you doing?”
“calm down, Levi…just, look, okay?”
you tug your pants down to your knees and stretch out your left leg so that he can see the orange mark 
“open your eyes, Levi, it’s just my underwear”
Levi wants to argue that it’s not just your underwear but he shuts up when he opens his eyes and sees the mark
it’s on your thigh of all places???
if people thought he was a pervert before, what would they think of him now??
“Levi,” you say, trying to bring him back to reality
when that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and place it over your thigh 
his hands are warm compared to your cold skin and it grounds you both 
“are you better now?”
he nods slowly, unable to look at you while his hand is on your bare thigh 
Satan
his is on the left side of your rib cage 
it’s just hidden enough that even if you wear crop tops, he wouldn’t be able to see it 
he definitely went around asking his brothers where theirs was in order to process of elimination where it is 
he doesn’t want you to just tell him
he feels like he should be able to know/guess where it is just based on the connection 
probably overworks himself trying to figure it out
finally, after a few nights of detective work and little sleep, you force him to lay in his bed 
“I’m going to show you where it is, and in return, you’re going to actually get some sleep”
he begrudgingly agrees, propping his head up on the headboard to watch you
you straddle his hips and slowly strip your shirt off, adjusting so that he can see the green mark of wrath 
his mouth goes dry seeing it 
he definitely didn’t consider that it would be there of all places 
reaches out and brushes his fingers across it 
“is it everything you hoped for” you joke
but it really is everything he hoped for 
Asmo
its below your belly button, stopping just above your pubic bone
it’s kinda the perfect spot for him too 
a cute little pink swirl leading to your precious parts
Asmo likes to giggle and speculate where it shows up
honestly he hopes a little that it ends up over your heart, but he won’t be disappointed otherwise 
loves to tease you about the mark too
one day you’ve had enough of his teasing and speculation though
“I’m putting this to rest, Asmo,” and you take him to your room and make him sit on his knees in front of you
you roll up your shirt and he can see just the beginnings of it under your belly button 
then you unbutton your pants and roll them down to your thighs so he can see the rest of it
his eyes are practically glowing when he sees it
“it’s so pretty!!” he gushes
asks if he can touch it and you agree, gasping when his perfectly manicured fingers brush across your mark
presses a kiss to it and leaves a glob of sparkly lipstick behind 
begs you to let him take a picture of it to keep (and may or may not set it as his Home Screen) 
also expect him to be admiring it and touching it anytime he sees it
Beel
his showed up just above your belly button
he always wondered where it was but never thought to ask 
if you wanted to show him, you would…right?
eventually gives in to his impulses and asks you directly 
“y/n…” bro is sweating buckets
you’re genuinely worried something is wrong by how serious he is at first 
“what’s up?”
“I just wanted to know…where’s my pact mark?”
Oh 
you’re honestly relieved it wasn’t anything too serious 
“follow me”
you bring him into your room and close the door behind him
honestly Beel starts to worry where it is 
when you slowly peel off your t-shirt, he covers his eyes and his cheeks flush 
you have to pry his hand off of his eyes to even get him to look 
“beel—calm down. it’s on my stomach.”
he’s breathless when he sees the swirling red mark
asks if he can touch and you nod eagerly 
his touch is gentle, calloused fingers smoothing over your skin 
you’re not sure what prompts you to ask, but suddenly you’re looking up at him through your lashes and asking “do you like it?”
Beel doesn’t even know what to respond to that 
of course he likes it
it’s a mark that ties the two of you together 
instead of answering, he chooses to press a soft kiss to the centre of your mark
Belphie
belphie’s is a tramp stamp
it’s on your lower back, right on the spot where your t-shirt always rides up while you sleep 
you’re half convinced that it only showed up there as a joke 
Belphie never really cared much to see it either 
like he always saw his brothers asking and fawning over theirs but he just…didn’t care
he always felt a bit of a disconnect regarding your pact tbh
he comes home early from school one day to take a nap and sees you already sleeping on the couch
you’re curled up in a ball, your face shoved in the cushions
and your shirt is twisted and has started to ride up as you move in your sleep
he sees the mark and his first thought is “y/n has a tattoo?”
he moves closer to see what it is and as soon as he realizes it’s his pact mark he almost falls over 
it’s there of all places?
because of fucking course it is
he kinda just sits on the floor next to you for a while admiring it while you sleep
until he notices you’re shivering and feels like he has to do something about it
slowly pulls down your shirt over the mark he loves so much and lays his jacket on top of you
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masterofdemons · 1 year
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hopeluna-archived · 2 years
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Asmo: *paints Lucifer's nails perfectly*
Lucifer: *puts on his gloves after they are done*
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olivyh · 9 months
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Test Flight
A/N: Idk why I've been on a Mammon kick lately?? I feel bad bc my go-to is normally Beel but I struggle to write him ;;;;;;;
Tw: Talks of death, slight gore from the fall and transformation
It started out with a simple comment.
One offhanded mumble under their breath, followed by a dreamy sigh as they rested their cheek further into their palm, elbow propped up on the arm of the couch. With the noise of his brothers and the movie that was blaring on the speakers of his large, rather expensive television- a human movie- one would think he couldn't hear anything. One the human told him they grew up watching, about a boy and a dragon and how the two would soon change their small world forever with one small friendship.
Mammon had turned it down with a scoff, claiming that he had much cooler movies to watch than that weird human kid's movie (the truth is, he would watch anything they told him to, the heartstruck fool he was). He was actually enjoying it, the soundtrack was something he made a mental note to add to his playlist, and the small scenes were heartwarming.
To make it even better, he had stolen the seat right next to his human with very little fighting involved. Maybe it was pure luck, or his brothers finally understanding what was his (they, in fact, did not understand what was his still). But, he considered it fate that he could sit next to them and hear that small sigh, the way their eyes drifted into that dreamy haze of theirs.
"I wish I could fly," Barely a whisper, a soft breath against the cushion of the couch.
Mammon never thought too much about his abilities, aside from the fact that he was one of the lucky few of his brothers to keep the gift of flight after their fall. Sure, it was an easy way to get around and his wings did prove useful when it came to scoring more modeling gigs (though, he really hated when they draped all those fabrics over them. He swore they itched for days afterward and didn't sit right for at least a week).
To be human, to never know the freedom of the clouds, the frozen sting of the wind against your face? He couldn't imagine it.
He could barely sit still the rest of the movie, their comment playing on repeat in his mind as it spun and wove until, before he knew it, the credits were rolling and Lucifer was ushering everyone else to their rooms. He could try to convince the human to stay, however... he had other things to do. Sudden plans he told them (surely they'd assume he was going for a late-night run at the casino and would be none the wiser).
Mammon wanted to wait, he swore that he would find the right time, but he couldn't help himself. He blames his sin, berating it in his mind as he finds himself at their door late into the night. The wood groans as he shuffles his feet, the door in front of him much more imposing in the darkness of the candle-lit hallway than it seemed hours ago when he appeared to drag them to his room for the movie. He can't seem to stifle the way his shoulders jump as the door creaks open.
"Mmn... why are you here so late?" The human, his human, in their pajamas rubbing their eye with the back of their knuckle. He resisted the urge to fix their loose collar, but...
"Get dressed!" He hears them groan and can't bite back the grin that stretches across his face. "'less you wanna go outside lookin' like that," he can't help but wince internally at the sound of his own voice, at the tone of which that phrase was spat out harsher than he meant.
You're beautiful, he wanted to say, to suddenly correct himself, no matter what you're wearing.
"Why are we going outside?"
"Enough questions! C'mon!" he shoves them gently back inside their room, waiting outside and trying to ignore his heart hammering inside his chest. A part of him was anxious about the whole event- what if they hated it? Or if they thought he was creepy for taking that comment so seriously? They weren't... scared of heights, were they?
Shit, he should have waited. It's only been two hours since the movie ended- he could have planned this so much better. He taps his foot nervously, worrying his lip with his golden tooth as he fiddles with one of the rings on his hand, feeling the soothing curve of the metal against his heated skin.
"Mams?"
"Yep!" He tries to hide the way his voice came out as a high shriek, quickly casting a glance around the hallway to make sure Lucifer wasn't on one of his patrols. "I-I mean yeah, yep, let's go-" he places his hands on their shoulders, turning them to the stairs and pushing them forward, constantly moving his head to ensure that nobody was awake to see their escape. "C'mon! Hurry!"
"I'm going!" They whisper back, a quiet shout that makes him sigh as they jump down the stairs. Once on the landing, Mammon feels as though he can finally catch his breath. The air isn't too cold, which is a good thing, considering how cold it gets in the air. He shrugs off his leather jacket, handing it to them.
"Wear this-" He gulps as he watches them shrug it on, his stomach doing flips as he takes a breath and stretches, ridding himself of the magical veil that allows them to look human (or human enough, the demonic glint in their eye or the pointed ears never quite go away. They were lucky enough that humans started dying their hair and wearing colorful contacts in recent years, as most of them were unable to walk around inconspicuously. It was mainly Levi who fell victim to this, drawing attention whenever he made his way to the human world what with his bright purple hair).
The discomfort of the transformation was one that took him some time to get used to, so often that he felt uncomfortable shifting back into a demon (that, and the grim reminder of why the limbs on his back were an inky black rather than the pristine white he was so used to seeing). His skin shifted to make room for the extremities. The tugging at his skull as his horns curled and twisted out of the skin never failed to make him sigh as the pressure built within his head seemed to lessen completely. The wings broke free from his back with a flap of leather, the skin healing over as quickly as it tore as his normal clothes were replaced with the heavy leather he was a little too used to, the pressure from the belts on his chest a welcomed tension- a way to ground himself.
The only thing he couldn't get used to was the burning of the scars on his torso and arms- now a blinding white against his dark skin- as they crept to the surface and made themselves known.
The pressure that hold all his demonic features back lessened as he let out a short sigh, turning to the human.
"You said you wanted to fly, right?" He mumbles as heat creeps up his neck. "C'mon."
"...Seriously?" Mammon gulps, regretting the choices he'd made up to this point as he turns his sapphire gaze to the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets and huffing.
"Listen, it's not every day that you'll get a free ride outta me, got it?"
"Free ride?" Mammon feels his heart sink as his breath catches in his throat, leaving him a blushing, stuttering mess. Shit.
"Not like that! Ya damn pervert! Spendin' too much time with Asmo- I fuckin' swear he's influencing ya-" Their amused chuckle breaks him free of the thought (though, the sound never fails to send butterflies to the pit of his stomach, making him squirm in place).
"I meant like, are you serious? As in... that's a really kind thing for you to do, Mammoney," Oh heavens above, they were going to be the death of him. Biting his lip and swallowing back a giddy chuckle, he straightens his shoulders.
"W-well yeah! Duh," Mammon's voice dips low as he shuffles his feet, listening to the soft scraping of his boots against the stone. "So you uh, wanna go?"
"Of course! How..." They approach him, tilting their head. "Are we going to do this? I can't climb on your back, can I?"
"Nope!" The demon grins, scooping them up in his arms and chuckling at their surprised yelp. They smack his chest with their palms. "Oh, c'mon, that was funny."
"Warn me next time!"
"Next time I'm chargin' ya!" He does a few test flaps (more for show than anything, he could wake up from a sleep as deep as Belphie's and the next second be at Diavolo's castle). They grip a leather strap and pull it, making him freeze for a moment. "Is everythin' alright?"
"...Can you support both our weight?"
"...Are you kidding?" He scoffs. "I can carry Beel like this!" He supports their weight with one arm, dramatically throwing the other onto his forehead and tossing his head back. "You wound me!"
"Dork!" They laugh. "...Have you really carried Beel?"
"'Course," Mammon scoffs. "Ya think he can't get wasted like the rest of us? Just 'cause he's so massive doesn't mean a little demonus can knock him out." Out of the corner of his eye he can see the corners of their lips perk up.
"Ready?" He asks, grabbing them more firmly against his torso and hoping that they couldn't hear the thumping of his heart against his ribcage. They nod and he ducks down a bit, spreading his wings as wide as they could go and sending the two off with a quick start.
He thought maybe he had gotten ahead of himself, that the whipping of the wind as it bit at their faces and tore at their clothing wouldn't be something the human in his arms was used to, that they would need a slower start. He could hear their frightened yelp as their arms jump around his neck, holding themselves as close to him as possible. He quickly tightens his grip on them, rubbing his thumb into their hip until they're both at a height where he could safely soar. "You okay?"
The shaking of their shoulders and quick puffs of breath against the nape of his neck makes his heart jump to his throat as a pit opens in his stomach, making his grip on them even firmer as he ducks his head down to theirs. "We can always go back down, got it?"
Mammon feels the way they relax for a moment, finally tearing their face away from his neck to look around. Their shaking shoulders still as they adjust from the height. He could see the glittering of their eyes, the reflections from both the stars and the lights of the city below trapped within their wide, blown-out pupils.
"Wow..." They mutter breathlessly, relaxing their grip as they gaze below. "This is..."
"Yeah," He murmurs, looking out in the same direction they were. The view of the Devildom held so many memories for him- good and bad. From the moment they fell, the agonizing feeling of his feathers burning to a crisp and falling off in chunks, the holy golden jewelry that he'd always donned scalding his skin as he plummeted to the ground, grappling for whichever brother he could get a hold of (it was Levi, he remembered, how could he forget the man's blood-curdling screams as his wings were torn from his back?). From that moment, for thousands of years, he'd seen this same view. The city below, the glimmer of the stars reflecting off the lakes and rivers, the deep darkness of the forest, the imposing view of the castle standing proudly amogst the buildings scattered.
However, this time, he felt as though he was seeing it for the first time, though their eyes. The wind against his skin was a chill that cooled his heated face, the lights brighter than he remembered them being. Mammon was filled with a deep awe, a childlike innocence he wasn't sure he'd ever felt, even as an angel.
"Amzaing, huh?" He can't help the chuckle that bubbles within his chest, breathless as he stares down at them, face breaking out in a wide grin. "Wanna see something cool?"
"Please don't do anything stupid," He laughs at that, adjusting his grip to be tighter on his partner's waist.
Pouting, he looks down at them. "It's like ya don't even know me!" Taking a deep breath, he shoots up above the clouds, sending the chrystalline droplets scattering as they leave a trail behind them. Once he reaches a high point, he pauses, laughing.
"Mammoney!" The human gasps, shaking the droplets off their face. "Seriously?"
"Oh come on!" He beams. "We didn't even get to the fun part yet!" The man barely catches their surprised gasp as he suddenly stops the movement of his wings, opening them as wide as possible and sending them soaring, weaving in between the clouds and streaking through the night sky.
"Hold your arm out!" He shouts over the rushing of the wind around them.
"Hell no!"
"Just do it! Trust me!"
"I do trust you!" They screech back.
"Then let go! I'll hold onto ya! Promise!" He dips below the clouds, wincing as the ice and water lands on his face. He keeps a wide eye out, searching for an opening in the trees. Once he finally spotted it, a slim pathway guarded by trees arranged in a delicate arch, he held the human close, diving down and following the path for a few seconds until they reached the lake.
"Now!" He shouts, watching as they extend their arm and graze their fingertips along the surface of the water, warping the stars above in delicate ripples. He lands them both atop the gazebo, perching on the roof and giving them a moment to catch their breath between airy giggles.
"That was so much fun!" They cheer, gasping and laughing, moving to sit beside him. Mammon's heart races in his chest, a warm feeling bubbling within him followed by the same strange sense of peace he got whenever he was with them. It was as though they calmed every nerve within him, all the parts of his brain that were normally firing full-corce suddenly silenced. He wouldn't- no, he couldn't- think of anything other than them.
They shift their hand to sit atop his own, their warmth seeping into the back of his palm (his hands were normally cold, something they always teased him about). He can feel their fingertips toying with his rings, grazing over every bump and ridge until theylanded on the ones that sat on his thumb before repeating the process (again, something they did often when the two were alone together).
"Thank you for this," They murmur, leaning their head against his shoulder. He gulps, nervously running his pierced tongue against the back of his teeth.
"Y-yep, yeah, totally," The demon takes a deep breath, careful not to disturb them too much. "I mean-ya mentioned wantin' to fly, and I couldn't help myself." He can feel their cheeks warm through the leather of his jacket (could he even call it that?), their fingers coming to a stop on his hand.
"You listened," They say, hushed.
"Why wouldn't I?" The human stays silent for a second, unresponsive.
"It was fun," Giggling, they turn to him. "So, so much fun. I can'tbelieve you can do that whenever you want."
"'Never thought about it that way," He hums. "Y'know, livin' up in the Celestial Realm where everyone has wings, it ain't really that special. It's like walkin' and talkin' for angels."
"Demons too?"
"Some of us, yeah," He rests his head atop theirs. "But it was a little tricky transitioning from that feathery shit to these bad boys-" He throws a thumb over his shoulder, wrapping his wing around their shoulder and earning an amused chuckle. "Ya shoulda seen Asmo, he couldn't figure out how to use four to save his life-"
"Really?"
"Yep-" He makes sure to make the 'p' pop, sighing. "Man, he was covered in scrapes from the number of times he fell."
"He must've been heartbroken," Mammon laughs.
"Nah, heartbroken doesn't begin to describe it. Devastated, more like."
"...I wanna be able to fly like you some day," Mammon's breath catches in his throat and he could swear his heart stopped beating for a moment as the thought hung i the air, carried by the thrumming of the wind and the chirping of insects around them, a cacophony of sounds that should've lessened the blow and served as a distraction.
"When you...?"
"I mean, yeah."
"Ya ain't gonna be a demon," He grunts. "I won't let that happen to ya."
"But if I become an angel I can't stay here with you and your brothers," They sigh. "I can't live like that."
"You're too good to be a demon," Mammon grins. " If ya did come back as a demon-" I'd be the happiest man alive, he wanted to say, the words stuck in the back of his throat. "I'd force ya to go up there myself. 'Sides, wouldn't you rather eat Luke's pastries every day?"
"Not if it means I can't do this."
"Listen," He reaches his hand to their own, intertwining their fingers and rubbing his thumb over their knuckles. "Even if you're an angel after you... go... I'll find ya, yeah? Just wait at those gates for me, and I'll hop 'em, and all those holy bastards can kiss my ass if they think I won't come get ya!"
They laugh, burying their face in the crook of his neck. "Can you say that about angels?"
"Listen, I know it's true. I wasn't there that long ago!"
"...Simeon and Luke are excluded from that, right?"
"Yeah, they'll be helping me plan your escape," He grins. The thought of them leaving him broke his heart more than anyone could ever imagine, but speaking with them about it, joking with them, picturing their eventual immortal life where he wouldn't have to live in fear of something trivial ending their already short life...
"You're thinking too much about it, Mammoney."
"Ya make me worry too much, Dummy."
They sit in silence, isolated from the world with only the bright stars above as company. Below, the water ripples as small insects bounce on the surface, their iridescent wings reflecting off the moonlight above as they danced and spun. Somewhere on the edge of the pond a frog croaked out a broken song, a broken record deep in the forest joined by the rustling of the trees.
"I love you, Mammon, really," They whisper against his neck, sending a chill down his spine. The man takes a breath, forcing his lungs to push air up and out his open mouth. He turns quickly, pressing his lips to their own warm ones, pressing his hand to the back of their neck to pull them closer.
"Say it again," He gasps, finally parting from their warmth. "All of it."
"I love you, Mammon," The demon grins, pulling them back in for another kiss, a gentle one, barely a brush of their lips before pulling away, taking their quick breaths with him (a small price to pay, he thinks, when he'd give them much more than the breath from his lungs).
"I love ya too."
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Daylight
Notes. This one is based on the song by Taylor Swift. This one occurs previous to the events in Nightbringer. @yourhornysister Hope you like it.
Another reunion called by Diavolo. One you couldn’t skip. You headed to the student council and met Lucifer on your way in. It had been an incredibly exhausting day for him and it was showing.
-”Lucifer, look at me for a second.”
-”What is it MC?”
-”Your hair is a little out of place, let me fix it for you.”
You were one of the few people he would ever let fix his appearance. He closed his eyes slightly when he felt the touch of your hands. Your touch was relaxing to him and he was so tired, you thought he might just fall asleep while leaning into your hands. 
-”Thank you. I’m glad you saw it before somebody else did.”
-”Looks like you had a pretty awful day. I don’t know what this meeting will be about, but I’d like it for you to take it easy. You know you can rely on me, at least with things that don’t involve signing papers.”
-”Thank you. I have a couple of errands left, if you’d be so kind to help me with them.”
-”Of course. Do you want me to also take Cerberus out on a walk?”
-”That would be wonderful. It’s still a little shocking that Cerberus likes you so much.”
When you finally arrived at the student council room the meeting started. Diavolo was planning another one of those festivals. He asked you to perform. And not any ordinary performance. He had asked you to write a song of your own. The task at hand seemed simple enough, you had written a lot of songs in your time, it was your passion. After you arrived home and helped Lucifer with his tasks you went to the music room and sat down at the piano, determined to at least start the first draft for the song. 
You forgot how many hours had passed with you only looking at the keyboard. You always felt what you wanted to write, but this time you were frozen in place, feeling like every word that came to mind was not good enough. You looked down at your D.D.D. and saw with horror that you had been staring at the piano for 3 hours, unable to play even the first note. Everyone else would be asleep by now, or at least pretending to be so Lucifer wouldn’t scold them. You heard a gentle knock on the door before it opened and shown the eldest standing at the entrance. 
-”You are still working on that song?”
-”I haven’t even been able to write the first note of it.”
-”That won’t do. Diavolo asked for the first draft to be complete as soon as possible.”
-”I know, that’s why I am wrecking my brain. But no matter what, no idea appears in my mind.”
Lucifer sat down at the piano and looked back at you.
-”What process do you use to make music? Does the lyric come first? Or do you plan the melody beforehand?”
-”I don’t have a method. Most of the time I just sit down and the words or the notes start to flow out of me.”
-”Would it help to write the title first?”
-”Maybe. But for that I’d have to have an idea of what I want the song to talk about.”
Lucifer looked down to the piano and closed his eyes to think. 
-”Make it about me.”
You thought you didn’t hear him correctly but he turned around and repeated himself.
-”You said that inspiration wasn’t coming to you. Let me be your inspiration. Make your song about me.”
The shock in your mind was quickly replaced with possibility. The ideas started to pop up like bubbles. You looked at him and said.
-”Daylight. That’s going to be the title. Since your name means lightbringer, I’ll make a song comparing you to the daylight.”
He looked at you with a smile on his face and replied.
-”Oh? How is it that I am similar to daylight?”
-”Before I met you it felt like I’ve only been asleep, but now that you are here it’s like I saw the light of day for the first time.”
-”Go on darling, put it into words.”
He placed his hands on the keyboard, waiting for you to place the first words.
-”My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in.”
And his hands moved to your voice. Do major, Re minor, Fa major.
-”Everyone looked worse in the light.”
His hands flowed with the ripples of your voice. But you felt stuck once again. And once again, Lucifer came to your aid. Without missing a beat he continued.
-”There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven
I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye.”
-”I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night
And now I see daylight, I only see daylight.”
His fingers followed once again setting a mix of notes behind your very words. Your words and his melody set the pace of a love song like you never had written.
-”Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky
And so I became the butt of the joke
I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked
Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke.”
-”Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down
Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town
Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now
It's brighter now, now.”
-”I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you”
-”I can never look away”
-”I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you”
-”Things will never be the same”
-”I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night”
-“Now I'm wide awake”
-”And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight)
I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight
I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight.”
Each chord seemed to fall into place, like the words were meant to be written by the two of you.
-”And I can still see it all (In my mind)
All of you, all of me (Intertwined)
I once believed love would be (Black and white)
But it's golden (Golden)
And I can still see it all (In my head)
Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)
I once believed love would be (Burning red)
But it's golden
Like daylight, like daylight
Like daylight, daylight”
Your eyes locked in one another and your words were no longer those of a song. You placed your hand on top of his as he let the music flow, as you let that waterfall of emotion pour out of you.
-”I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you”
-”I can never look away”
-”I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you”
-”Things will never be the same
-”I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night”
-”Now I'm wide awake”
-”And now I see daylight (I see daylight), I only see daylight (Ah)”
-”I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight”
-”I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight (Ah)”
-”I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight
I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight”
-”Like daylight
It's golden like daylight”
-”You gotta step into the daylight and let it go
Just let it go, let it go
I wanna be defined by the things that I love
Not the things I hate
Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of
Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night
I, I just think that
You are what you love”
The music stopped as you looked at each other. Lucifer closed the distance between you and placed a soft kiss on your lips. 
-”It was wonderful. You are an amazing writer.”
-”Only when I find the right inspiration.”
-”There’s only a little problem, I’m afraid.”
-”Oh? And what would that be?”-”The fact that I wish this song was only for the two of us.”
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The situation of the writers block is a little based on my trying my best to put this thing together since
a. I'm not a fan of Taylor and I have never heard this song before in my life.
b. Lucifer is not my favorite one out of the boys
but I really wanted to make the person who asked for it happy because they asked so nicely and I'm a people pleaser. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it.
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Imagine Diavolo looking like he's counselling MC as usual and listening attentively but he was actually picturing your yapping mouth and glossy pouty lips wrapped around his cock as you gagged from his demon sized cock at that very moment. How he would be very glad to just slam you on his wooden table and rip all of your clothes and just fuck all of your stress and problems away if you'd just ask~~!
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kanroji-san · 5 months
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On a Call
Mc: Dear, I'm breaking up-
Diavolo:*With a serious tone* Im pregnant
Mc: I meant the call...
Diavolo:...right, sorry. I panicked my spouse...
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lunarlucii · 26 days
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HIS WINGS
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FEATURING: LUCIFER,MAMMON,ASMODEUS,BEELZEBUB,DIAVOLO,SIMEON
TW: some suggestive things in some but mostly fluff:)
HIS WINGS (YOU ARE HERE)|HIS TAIL
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LUCIFER
-it would take a while for him to show you his wings let alone touch them
-but when he does please be gentle! and make sure it's in private because his pride will get destroyed
-but his wings have this soft feeling and they look very clean from all the care he puts into them
-later on he'll let you help preen them because four wings is a lot for one person
-but it's also a way for him to show how much he loves you and it's good bonding time too!
-his most sensitive place with his wings is where his wings meet with his back
-he really likes when you take your time with each wing because to him it shows you care and are willing to put the time in to help
-and sometimes at night when he lets his wings unravel and let them be out he'll wrap them around you when you cuddle with him
-and the same goes when your in bed too when in the heat of the moment he'll wrap his wings around you to pull you in closer to him
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MAMMON
-like lucifer it would take him a bit to let you see his wings but not as long though
-his wings have a leathery feel to them and the ends of his wings like the spikes almost feel like plaster but a little stronger
-he may not put that much care since there not feathery either but he still cleans them once in a while, enough to look like he cleans them more often then he does
-he does let you touch them often though after he gets used to you which is pretty quick and he also likes the attention when you touch them
-his most sensitive area would be then end of his wings
-a lot of times when you cuddle he will also keep them wrapped around you
-his wings are also very useful in the hot summer because he can move his wings around to give cool air:)
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ASMODEUS
-he will just ask you to touch them straight up after a week of knowing each other
-his wings look leathery but they don't feel like it they kind of feel like a thin blanket but that still feels really nice
-he will not let anyone else touch his wing except you, he can't have his pretty wings dirty and who know where other demons hands have been!
-he definitely has his wings out around you and he has special masks for his wings to keep them the way they are
-when he cuddles with you it's him laying his head on your chest and his wings wrapping around your waist and his hands around your neck
-he also has his wings out in bed too because he likes to use them to toy with you when your under him
-or it's a situation with you on top and his wings keeping you close by wrapping them around your waist
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BEELZEBUB
-he refrained from showing his wings as well because of his sensitive they are and how easily they could get teared up because of how close they are to bugs wings
-but when he does he warns you on how sensitive they are but he will let you touch as much as you want as long as he trusts you
-again his wings are closed related to a flys wings or a bugs wings so they are very thin so they could easily rip apart
-he sometimes has his wings out but not often but he won't cuddle with them out either
-but if you like insect anatomy he will gladly let you look at them to study if you wanted!
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DIAVOLO
-so help lucifer if he ever saw you touch diavolos wings he would about be in his grave
-but diavolo would love when you touch his wings!
-his wings are like mammons and feel like leather but around the spikes of his wings feel like silicone or plaster
-he would love if you decorated his wings with things that match him
-but his wings have a decorative shape on the base of his back that goes up his wing and like lucifer where his wings meet his back is his most sensitive place
-he'll cuddle with his wings around you like a protective sheild
-it's a 50/50 if he had them out in bed it's not a total yes or no but when he does he uses them to fan you firming it to cool you both down
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SIMEON
-you would have to ask first but you must wash your hands with holy water before touching, ever touch had to be pure
-his wings aren't to sensitive but his wings feel soft and silky every time you touch them
-sometimes his wings feel like a really fuzzy blanket so they are nice to lay on if you have trouble sleeping
-he will let you preen them but again wash your hands with holy water and after you finish cleaning he puts some holy water on his wings
-he will gladly have them out around you and he would love to cuddle you with his wings and the hugs are literally heaven too because his wings are so soft
-he will never have them out in bed his wings need to be pure he needs to feel pure when doing the do
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-LUNARLUCII 2024-
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