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smoft-demons · 24 days
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MC falls asleep on him
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Lucifer:
‘…?!’ Is what Lucifer is thinking as your head drops onto his shoulder.
You had cajoled him into doing some of his constant paperwork in a bigger chair for a change. So there’s room for you to sit next to him! You’re not even demanding his attention, or the spare time that he doesn’t have, you’re being very considerate, you just wanted sit next to him, that’s all, you had promised!
Lucifer caved, because he is very soft for his human—even though he’s loathe to look like it. You were in fact being considerate… so he had brought a stack of relatively low-importance papers out of his office, into the living room.
You were sitting on a couch together, him with his stack of administrative papers and you with a homework assignment. You finished yours quickly, so you ended up playing a game on your DDD as you lean against him.
He checks on you periodically out of the corner of his eye. He’s relaxed though—as relaxed as Lucifer gets. This is peaceful. Meditative, almost. He’s happy. All his brothers are elsewhere, his tasks are not too overwhelming, he gets to have a nice, calming afternoon sitting in companionable silence with his favourite housemate…
A sudden weight falling on him jolts him out of his trance. Your cheekbone thunks against his shoulder. He blinks. Processing.
In quick succession, his brain goes like ‘..?!’ then ‘it is mid-afternoon why are you sleeping’ and ‘have we been overworking our human?’ and ‘aww. MC really does trust me that much.’
He adjusts the way you’re situated so you’re more comfortable as he finishes up the last of his work. When he’s done, he takes a moment to just observe. To appreciate your trust in him. Also, to congratulate himself again for his part in the creation of the exchange program, because it brought you into his life.
(He tries to ignore the stubborn twinge of nostalgic heartache he feels as well. You’re reminding him so much of Belphie, from back when his relationship with him was good. He’d never admit it, but he misses having his babiest brother fall asleep on him like this.)
Lucifer gathers up his papers, then picks you up, being careful not to jostle you too much. Let no one ever say he doesn’t take good care of his human. He carries you to your room to put you to bed. Clearly you need the extra sleep. Or… well, he tries to. You’re holding onto him pretty insistently.
He expects himself to feel irritated, but… no. He can’t help but feel a little smug, actually. It’s cute, you’re cute, you don’t seem to want him to leave you. So… fine. He’ll oblige. For a short break.
(An hour or two later, you’ll wake up to the smells and sounds of dinner being prepared. You’re… not under your blanket? No, you’re covered by Lucifer’s ridiculously long coat. It’s warm, soft. It smells like him. In this moment, it’s impossible to miss how loved you are.)
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Mammon:
The first time this happened (in your room, watching movies without any of his brothers for once), Mammon was stunned. He had frozen up, stuttered some nonsense to no one in particular, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth as he realized he would wake you if he didn’t immediately chill out.
Now though? You’ve been in his life for a while. He’s your oldest friend here. Those movie nights had become a habit, even though it remained rare to have one with no one else joining in. So this has happened a lot, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t react so outwardly anymore, not unless one of his brothers show up to make fun of him.
If they try it, Mammon is rather aggressive about shushing them. At first, because he hated to be so obvious about how much he cares about you, but now that he’s a bit more used to it, it’s because he doesn’t want them to disturb you. He feels like he’s protecting you by keeping his brothers from waking you up. Sometimes, he’s the one who wakes you up by telling them to shut up just a bit too loudly, or silently gesturing for them to be quiet or go away a little too enthusiastically.
His brothers roast him even more for that. Poor thing.
Time and time again, you pass out on his shoulder. During a movie, mid relaxed hangouts with various groups of the brothers, in the rare times when hanging out solo with Mammon is a relaxing low-energy affair, while studying, during the lunch break at school, even in class sometimes. His heart warms, and he can’t help but smile at the familiar feel of you conked out on his shoulder again. He doesn’t even mind if you snore.
Mammon is usually such a loud, high energy person. Neither you nor him finds anything wrong with that of course, it’s one of many lovable things about him. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being able to just chill with you sometimes though. It’s nice.
Eventually, he gets familiar enough with this that he’s willing to move you around to get more comfortable. With time, he learns exactly what ways he can move you without disturbing you. So most of the time when you fall asleep on him, you wake up in some other position. Sitting in his lap, lying down with a sleeping Mammon wrapped around you, being carried to another room, propped up against his side in your next class, being hugged like a teddy bear in his room, etc etc.
He never questions why you’re tired. He just lets you pass out on him. He wants you to be in the best possible condition, and he will happily take all the time with you he can get. He takes this to mean that you also want all the time with him that you can get, that you would rather stay with him than go to bed when you’re tired because you would rather not be separated from him. Just like how he feels about you. Why else would he be in your room as often as he is?
You trusting him enough to sleep on him all the time makes him feel like he’s being a good guardian demon, like he’s as precious to you as you are to him.
He’s a fan of all the free cuddles he gets out of this, too.
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Levi:
You’re in Levi’s room with him, set up very comfortably as you’re marathoning an anime together. You’ve been at it for hours though, you’re already a bit sleep deprived, and you’ve seen this one a few times already. You can’t stop yourself from nodding off. Your head drops onto his shoulder.
Levi freaks out.
“afgshrjdxssh—WH-!” He flails. You immediately snap awake again. “You—uhh-!” He shoves you away in a panic, then immediately changes his mind, pulling you back in, then freezes for a moment before letting go of you to flap his hands frantically. “Nonono stay—wait no, you don’t want to—I mean, you don’t have to—I mean, get o—uhh! Um! I mean! S-stay if you want, but I don’t care if you don’t want to—!”
You blink slowly at him a couple times. Trying to parse his contradictory sputtering. You’re tired, you’re not working at full brain power. You figure he means something along the lines of: ‘ooo I’m Levi, I have bad self esteem and I can’t believe you want to touch me, but I want you to, but I can’t say that because I cope with feeling unlovable by acting all tsundere because that way I feel less pathetic, love you though!’
You know. Standard Levi stuff. You love him so much—and you’d be very happy if he started therapy.
For now though, you just grab his arm and pull him closer to you again. You bury your face in his shoulder. This time, it’s unmistakably a deliberate move. Wordlessly telling him that you do in fact love him enough to want to touch him.
It’s like his body just took a screenshot! He keysmashes out loud.
Slowly, he calms down. He puts one hesitant arm around you. You don’t move. He can’t tell if you’re already asleep again or just pretending to be, but either way you seem to be comfortable.
Soon enough, he finds himself smiling like an absolute dork. This… is actually very effective reassurance. He feels all warm and fuzzy and loved. He likes holding you.
It’s reminding him of TSL fluff fics he’s read where absolutely nothing happens except Henry and the Lord of Shadows cuddle. A way for him to experience affection vicariously through a character he relates to and a character he loves, when he really wants hugs himself but can’t have any.
He squeezes you softly as his heart warms. He squishes his cheek against the side of your head.
“I love my Henry..!” Levi mumbles to himself, under his breath. He has no way of knowing if you heard that, which is why he said it out loud. It’ll be a while until he gets the nerve to say it when he knows you can hear.
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Satan:
He is HONOURED, he is OVERJOYED, he is MELTING, he is… very carefully remaining perfectly chill.
It’s the same type of happiness as when a cat decides to sit on you out of nowhere. He’s been chosen!
He is SO happy you trust him so much!
He had been reading, as usual. You had been sitting next to him, as usual. You had gotten tired, and without a moment of hesitation you had buried your face in his shoulder and fallen asleep.
He carefully contains all the joy this gives him, so he doesn’t disturb you. He wraps an arm around you, plants a soft kiss on your head, and goes right back to reading.
If you sleep fitfully, he’ll stroke your hair to soothe you.
When you wake up, he’ll ask if you had a nice nap. He won’t make any moves to make you get off him. If you choose to anyway, he won’t react outwardly, because he doesn’t want to discourage you falling asleep on him again. He wants this to happen lots more! So he’ll just smile at you and go back to his book.
But if you don’t choose to leave, he’ll shift you entirely into his lap to make you both more comfortable. He can hug you properly like this. If he’s sure you’ll be comfortable with it, he’ll kiss your forehead before going back to his book. He’s very happy to keep you there.
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Asmo:
Predictably, Asmo’s gonna take ALL the pictures of this!
A few in which he doesn’t look at the camera, as if they were candid shots. Some where he’s posing cutely, a couple where he’s kissing your head, a bunch of various angles of your sleeping face. What can he say, he thinks the way your cheek squishes against his collarbone is just precious.
A bit less predictably, he posts none on devilgram. No, these are just for him.
…maybe the best ones are for the group chat. He’s gotta show off his cute human to someone, it may as well be to his brothers. They’ll appreciate you properly. He’ll share after you’ve woken up, though. He doesn’t want anyone barging in to disturb you.
He’ll share the pictures with you as well if you ask, of course! What he will NOT do, however, is risk you deleting them! He’ll back them up first. He’ll store them in a hidden album if you’re shy about them, but he’s not deleting them!
Well, unless you’re genuinely uncomfortable. Then, okay fine. But please let him keep at least one? You’re so cute!
He’ll be more affectionate over the following days. Trying to be next to you all the time, inviting you to his room at every opportunity, pulling you to sit next to him. All because he hopes you’ll fall asleep on him again. Or just lean on him like that, and let him cuddle you. Please, he’d be SO happy!
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Beel:
Beel is so used to this behaviour. Belphie falls asleep on him all the time. He’d be the most chill about it.
As if it’s routine, he’ll secure you in your position with his arm, so you can’t fall and get hurt. He’ll rub your back and hum softly to you to help you relax if you don’t seem to be sleeping well. Beel is warm and soft and big and comfy, like the giant teddy bear he is at heart. He’s considerate and gentle. He’s always really sweet to you, and that doesn’t change one bit even when you’re unconscious.
When he inevitably gets too hungry to stay where he is, he’ll just take you to the kitchen with him. It’s no problem, he does this with Belphie all the time. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh, Beel can carry you easily. He thinks nothing of it.
He can cook one handed too if he needs to. He’s got practice—also because of Belphie. He’s chilling, he’s comfortable, there’s nothing unusual about this at all to him.
If the kitchen noises wake you up, he’ll apologize and share his food with you. He’ll tell you outright that he’s happy to let you use him as a pillow whenever you want.
(Also, he makes a mental note to drop you off with Belphie instead of bringing you along to the kitchen and risking waking you up again next time)
If it doesn’t wake you up, no problem! That’s what he expected. He just carries you around as he does what he needs to do around the house. He’ll put you to bed properly if he needs to go outside of course, but otherwise he’s bringing you with him.
When you wake up, he’ll put you down if you somehow indicate that’s what you want. If you don’t though, he just… won’t. He likes holding you. He’d do it so often if he thought you’d like him to.
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Belphie:
…Welp. The table has turned, hasn’t it.
People don’t fall asleep on Belphie while he’s awake too often! He’s not usually conscious to experience this! He likes it though. He thinks you’re being so cute.
9 times out of 10, Belphie will take this as his cue to cuddle up to you and join you in sleep. He can always be tempted into a nap. He’d make sure this the comfiest, nicest, most restful nap you’ve ever taken. He’d make sure you feel so safe and loved. You will NOT be disturbed on his watch.
On the rare tenth time, when Belphie isn’t tired, he might whine about being trapped. When one of his brothers points out that he can move you very easily, he glares at them. He maintains that it’s illegal to move when you’ve been chosen as someone’s pillow. When it’s pointed out that he’s perfectly capable of waking you if he really wants to get up, he looks affronted. He would NOT do that, he says. Do they think he’s completely heartless, he asks.
Well. He wouldn’t do that unless he’s feeling particularly bratty. He’d totally do it to any of his brothers… but he’s soft with you. He loves you. Be so for real, do you think he’d really ever pass up an opportunity to cuddle you? No way. He can go shopping later.
He won’t tell you that though. He’ll bitch about it to your face, complaining until you agree to go shopping with him next time, all the while refusing to let go of you.
He already was not hesitating to fall asleep on you, but he somehow gets more shameless and constant about it. Since you’re doing it too, it’s your thing now. You’d be a hypocrite to complain now.
Yeah, he couldn’t be happier about this. Please sleep on him all the time. Enable him even more! He’ll make sure you won’t regret it.
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apoorhuman · 10 months
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Levi: *crying and bawling hus eyes out*
Mc: *comforting him*
Lucifer: .... What happened? *raising an eyebrow at the two of you*
Mc: well... Levi-
Levi: HE FUCKING CHEATED ON MEEE *cries harder*
Lucifer: he? I didn't know you have a boyfrien-
Mc: it's not a boyfriend lucifer
Lucifer: then what is it?
Mc: he's Levi gaming buddy, apparently he found a new much more 'good' gaming buddy so he played with the new game buddy while still with Levi, and couple hours earlier Levi just got dumped by him.
Lucifer: ....... Where's mammon? *Levi cries and wails can be heard in the background*
Mc: well as soon as he found out what that demon did he immediately flies to go to they're place
Lucifer: for what?
Mc: .... To kill him
Lucifer: *dialed mammon immediately* mammon do not kill him
Lucifer: no, I said do not kill him, don't drop him yet, we need to torture him first
Lucifer: good, I'll tell Satan that he can have a stress relief toy, yes bring him here
Mc: ... This is why I love them (the brothers) *smiles*
Mc: Levi... Do you want to watch the whole tsl from season one to three?
Levi: *sniff* four?
Mc: ok *smiles* four season, let's go, help me get the popcorn
Levi: *sniff* okay... *little smile*
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It became known that MC was a force to be reconned with, when the prince of the Devildom sought out and valued their input. Diavolo doesn't bat an eye at pausing a meeting to call on MC, over the phone or in person, and he will take their words into careful consideration when making any sort of decision.
"MC, what do you think of this painting?"
"It's very bright. Might suit the conservatory hall."
It's Lucifer who arches a brow at it at first, in the early days. Prince of the Devildom, taking advice from a lowly human? That would certainly put the house of lords on edge.
Diavolo didn't stop though, and the things he asked MC's opinion on grew less and less minial.
"This is a complex matter...Lucifer, would you have Mammon bring MC here after class? I would love to hear their take on this."
"Young Master, this is a rather more serious matter than where to hang a new painting." Barbatos remarked. True, it's not the biggest issue sitting on Diavolo's desk right now, but it's no small thing either. Deciding where to invest RAD's extra funding isn't something one would think to involve the new exchange student in.
"Precisely why I would like their opinion, Barbatos!" Diavolo beamed adamantly, he would not think on it again and Mammon brought MC over, their pact still fresh.
Diavolo did not comment on that fresh mark, merely slid the necessary information across his desk, inviting MC to read it as he explained the finer points.
Lucifer and Barbatos watched on sceptically. What could this magic-less human possibly contribute to the conversation other than what they already know?
The eldest brother is rather surprised that MC takes it so seriously, granting Diavolo their undivided attention and asking follow up questions to make sure they fully understand what he's asking.
"Maybe send out a poll to the different clubs, see if they have any common needs? If I had to guess I'd suggest the common areas regularly used for club events, someone hosted a party in the cafeteria last week, can't be ideal."
Lucifer shared a look with Barbatos as the human spoke. How was that actually a good idea?
"And if they don't have any common issues?" Barbatos prompted.
MC shrugged. "Transport lines in and out of the Academy? One of my professors was complaining about it this morning."
Diavolo's face lit up. "Both excellent suggestions, MC! Thank you for your input, you're as observant as always."
The first demon not to underestimate them, wasn't actually Mammon, or any of his brothers, but the demon prince.
The Prince, who saw how observant, how kind they could be and invited them to be in the Devildom and see it not just as a temporary Passover, but as a home.
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anintrovertedechoe · 2 months
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the way mammon loves you is so soft, so tender.
greed is loud and boisterous in his movements, confident in sure with every bold move he takes. gentleness is not in his nature when he is borne of celestial light, nor when his rebirth as an avatar of sin robs him of his purity.
greed’s soul was borne to keep, to hoard, to treasure. claws scraping over his jewels and snarls ripping through his teeth as he takes and takes and takes to abate his greed, soothe the burning sin entwined with his very being.
yet he loves so achingly. fingers tracing your skin like tissue paper about to rip at any second, voice soothing and light as he chatters about nothing and everything at the same time. pinky linking in yours loosely as to give you the choice to let go.
he is still mammon. rough and rowdy and boyish in his charms, ruffling your hair and roping you into one failed scheme after another, but there is also something else in him. something just for you.
greed growls and screeches and takes and takes and takes. but mammon snorts and laughs and has so much to give.
and with you, he is not greed. he is not an animalistic urge to possess.
with you, he is gentle. with you, he is mammon.
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arisu-draws · 9 months
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The cycle.
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cosmicstarlatte · 11 months
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two a.m.
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it's two a.m. and lucifer is giving you a playful bite on your cheek while you sit and laugh on his lap, trying to not spill your tea.
it's two a.m. and mammon is kissing your knuckles, spilling his heart out to you while laying on the parks soft grass.
it's two a.m. and levi is holding your face, confidently covering you in kisses and praising you for passing that difficult level in his game.
it's two a.m. and satan is kissing you after a messy food fight; after trying to bake something from an ancient cookbook.
it's two a.m. and asmo is helping you knit a blanket that you both can share, to cuddle and kiss under later.
it's two a.m. and beel is making you laugh out loud as he pumps out witty jokes of the terrible movie you're both watching, surprising you with a kiss mid-laugh.
it's two a.m. and belphie plants a kiss on your forehead after clumsily dancing and singing in the attic.
it's two a.m. and it's just the two of you. ♡
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⬦ you might also like: so this is love︱ mc's voicemail︱pick-me-up
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psychocoffeeaddict · 26 days
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Head Sorcerer: “And we will bestow a full pardon on the Sorcerer Solomon the Wise for his efforts in hosting a conference with the High Demon court belonging to Lord Diavolo the Prince of the Devildom. “ Holds wine glass high as room full of sorcerers toast Solomon. “There is one thing I’m curious about though. I always thought the demons met with humans in their human disguise? The ones we all met were in their true demon forms. I was shocked that even the prideful Lucifer was in his demonic form. Was this a part of demonic culture we never knew about?”
Solomon chokes on his sip of wine, wipes his mouth with his napkin. “Ahem..ah no. Ah..how to explain..it was because my apprentice MC was there.”
Head Sorcerer: “You’re apprentice? What did they have to do with it? And speaking of which, why didn’t they properly greet the high sorcery council when we arrived? That should have been part of their duties as your apprentice.”
Solomon: “Well, to be frank..MC doesn’t like sorcerers. So Lucifer said they didn’t have to greet you. And since MC doesn’t trust any of you, the demons stayed in their true forms to make them feel safer.” Sips his wine while watching the head sorcerer process what he’s said.
Head Sorcerer: ???!!!???? WHAT?!
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another-lost-mc · 6 months
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having a brainrot about how it would be if the characters turned into their animal type (is that what that's called?)
like imagine a shady sorcerer happen to accidentally cast a spell that changes them into their animal type how fucking cute and funny that would be
-🪶
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a/n: that's so cuuuute. I went with the symbolic animals from their banners.
the wild side | the demon brothers + karasu
0.5k words | sfw | fluff + humor
related: the dateables' version
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The Peacock (Lucifer)
How he responds to you vs. how he responds to everyone else:
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He can't keep his feathers fanned out on full display as much as he wants to because he keeps getting stuck in doorways.
He walks around the house in a slow strut. Sometimes he spins around to show off all 360 degrees of his exquisitely-feathered beauty.
He doesn't notice that sometimes he smacks you in the face with his plumes if you're nearby.
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The Crows (Mammon and Karasu)
They both bring you gifts and intimidate the others that try to get too close.
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They're even more clingy than normal too.
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It's surprisingly easy to tell them apart: Mammon's feathers are tipped with white, and Karasu's eyes have a deep scarlet glow.
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The Snake (Leviathan)
He desperately wants to curl himself around your arm or leg. He'll try to keep his space if you're visibly creeped out by snakes though, he doesn't want to scare you.
An alternative you could try is wearing one of his oversized hoodies: he'll curl up inside the pocket and every once in a while he'll poke his head out and flick his serpentine tongue at you.
If you don't like that either, he'll curl up in the bottom of your closet or under your bed, somewhere dark and warm where he can still be close enough to keep an eye on you.
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The Unicorn (Satan)
The House of Lamentation wasn't designed for horses or horse-like creatures.
He's the only one Lucifer won't try to chase away, his hooves look deadly.
Satan doesn't fit in your bedroom easily but he'll follow you in the hallways or inside the larger rooms with more space.
You are definitely going to recreate this movie moment at some point before the magic wears off:
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The Scorpion (Asmodeus)
He's a bit bigger than most scorpions which means he's even more cute or gross depending on how you feel about them.
He's careful not to hurt you with his pincers if you pick him up.
He must be powerful even in this form because he releases sweet-smelling pheromones when he senses you're nearby.
He curls in the makeshift bed on you place on your desk for him. He's surprisingly calm even though scorpions are usually nocturnal.
His eyes have an eerie pink glow. You didn't notice it until you turned off the lights at bedtime.
(He stares at you until you fall asleep.)
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The Fly (Beelzebub)
He's a bit larger than a normal fly.
He's restless and his wings are so noisy when he buzzes around you.
Most of the time you can hear the faint sound of his wings coming from the kitchen.
When he's not eating, he's usually hovering on or near Belphie.
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The Cow (Belphegor)
He barely fits in your room and he snorts irritably when you raise your arms up and remind him that he is definitely not allowed to sleep on your bed like this.
He's even more annoyed because he can't go up to the attic like this either.
He just happens to plop down in front of your doorway to sleep instead. The others can't climb or go around him easily. He flicks them away with his tail when they try. He doesn't mind if you climb over him though.
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chirikoheina · 1 year
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``My Affection for your love ``
Genre: Fluff
Fandom: Obey Me!
Lucifer tends to overwork himself, which is why you bring him coffee or tea, brewed to his liking, to his room every night. Because of this, he occasionally takes you out for dinner in fancy restaurants.
Mammon tends to buy tons of things for you, disguising it as for himself. Next thing you know, you find it in your room later in the day.
Leviathan tends to think of you as the protagonist and him as the love interest in the animes that he's reading, causing him to blush a lot.
Satan studies your emotions and reactions to certain things. Anytime something happens and you're not around, he smiles to himself when he thinks of your wide and beautiful smile.
Asmodeus likes to try new makeup tutorials or hacks on your face, as an excuse to get close to you. And at these times, you both talk on and on about anything and everything.
Beelzebub doesn't share when it comes to food. Thought, it's a different story when you are around. He'd always share his food with you, as it makes both you and him content and happy.
Belphegor tends to ask to take naps on your lap. You agree, as always, as you continue doing what you were, thinking that he was fast asleep. Only that wasn't true, before he sleeps, he looks at you secretly. If you look closer, you may spot a light pink tint on his cheeks.
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Author's note: Sorry for not posting due to the lack of motivations and stress <//3 I hope you all liked this!
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hopeluna-archived · 1 year
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Mammon, who's love language is like a cat or a crow. Anytime he sees something shiny and interesting, he hands it to you in excitement. Of course before, he's initial reaction to seeing something interesting is thinking of ways to sell them but now all he can wonder about is if you'll like it.
And he's so happy and giddy inside when one day he finds a box in your room with all the trinkets and pins or dried flowers that he gave you. Mammon is just in love that you actually kept them <3
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mellonyheart · 1 month
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Some mornings are heavenly. In the traditional human sense anyway.
You open your eyes lazily and slowly blink away speep. You're warm and cozy. Beside you, with an arm over your torso, is Mammon. Still fast asleep. Soft snores and bedhead. He looks so peaceful and you can't help the fond smile that graces your face. You never really want to get up.
Some mornings are... something else.
You wake up groggy and wonder why you feel like you're in a sauna. The answer is basically on top of you. Mammon is on his back and draped over your middle. Loud snoring and the occasional snort tell you he's still passed out. The blankets are... somewhere. And your feet are cold. You gotta pee but the demon is heavy. Is it even morning yet?!
May or may not be hungover too...
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smoft-demons · 2 months
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Mammon deserves to have someone who misses him when he’s away.
Imagine: Mammon’s not home for the week. He’s away, doing photoshoots or dealing with witches or whatever it is he does. His brothers are just chilling as usual. This is nothing to even blink at, much less be upset about.
But MC? Nope! He’s their Mammon, and they love him so much!
Imagine MC turning to the side where Mammon usually is, automatically going to whisper some dumb comment to him, and then deflating when they find no Mammon there. Imagine MC absentmindedly reaching their hand out to that side, going to hold his hand out of habitual impulse—and being confused for a moment to find empty air… then hiding their sadness. Imagine them distracting themself by hanging out with all the others, who they DO love a lot, but… Mammon’s not there, and the house feels incomplete. They’ve spent lots of time with the others without Mammon before, but he’s never been away so long before, and everything feels wrong.
Imagine Mammon’s reaction to his brothers (probably Asmo, to tease him, or Beel, out of sympathy for the human) texting him to tell him that the human’s moping without him. Imagine them catching MC doing one of those things on camera, because Mammon has to see it to really believe that someone misses him so much.
Imagine Mammon coming home, and the human regaining their energy just at the sound of his voice announcing that he’s back. Imagine them running to the door, pouncing on him for hugs with such excitement that he TOTALLY would have been knocked to the floor if he weren’t supernaturally strong, being a demon.
“You’re home!!!!” MC shouts, not bothering to contain their excitement because they love him, they’re so happy to be reunited, they missed him so much, and he deserves to see that. It’s good for him.
Imagine how happy he’d be to get a reaction like that
Imagine Mammon and MC inevitably ending up in MC’s room, as they always do, and Mammon seeing that MC has stolen the blanket off his bed. It’s in a messy pile on top of their own blanket, it looks like MC had been curled up under it just before he returned. Because it smells like him, and it’s warm and soft and big, so it’s the closest thing to a hug from him that they could have gotten while he was away.
Imagine how his heart would melt. Imagine how loved he would feel.
Idk, I think he’d cry
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daytaker · 2 months
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Oh! Oh! Spin the bottle with Mammon for the followers event!~
Thank you for your prompt, and sorry for the delay! Writer's block has been killing me but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy this little Mammon x reader drabble!
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Spin the Smartphone
Mammon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1154 CW: Nothing, really.
[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]
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“Hey, how ‘bout a game of spin the bottle?”
Mammon made the suggestion, grinning at everyone. That is to say, grinning at Levi, Satan, Asmo, the twins, and you. You were all sitting in your room, trying to figure out what to do now that the Monopoly board was scorched after Satan’s brief burst of rage earlier. (He landed on Park Place again.)
“Ew,” was Levi’s response.
“Eh?” Mammon blinked.
“You do realize that if we did that, you’d have a 5 out of 6 chance to land on one of your brothers?” Satan asked, tilting his head with a small smirk.
“...EH?!”
“Seriously, how is our brother this stupid?” sighed Belphie.
“I ain’t stupid!” Mammon whined.
“Why can’t you just ask the human for a kiss instead of coming up with these convoluted excuses?” Satan rolled the Monopoly top hat between his fingers. “Are you really so full of yourself that you can’t admit that’s what you’re actually after?”
“W-What? Whaddaya mean ‘all these convoluted excuses’?! I said one thing!”
“Last week you wanted to try seven minutes in heaven,” sighed Asmo, shaking his head. “That was even worse.”
Levi laughed. “Not to mention all the times you’ve been like, ‘Guys! I have the best idea! Let’s play truth or dare!’ and then ‘Okay, Human, ask me truth or dare! I choose dare! Huh? …Can ya dare me something else? …Can ya dare me something else again?’ Lol!”
“He’s so obvious it makes me a little sad,” Beel added with a sorry frown. 
You sat and listened to the exchange. They weren’t wrong, of course. You and Asmo had made a bit of a game of it; guessing what weird attempt at an excuse to kiss you Mammon might pull out next. Still, you weren’t completely heartless, and watching Mammon get dogpiled by his younger brothers wasn’t making you feel amazing, no matter how used to it he probably was.
So later that night, after you’d all agreed it was only fair that Satan should buy the replacement Monopoly board and the brothers had all cleared out, you pulled out your DDD and opened your texts.
> Hey. Mammon: Hey!!! Mammon: I mean, what’s up? > Could you come back to my room? I wanted to ask you about something.
Less than a minute later, there was a sudden, excited knock at your door. Mammon entered before you even invited him in and plopped down on the floor.
“So! Missin’ the Great Mammon already, eh? Can’t say I blame ya.”
“I have a proposition for you,” you announced, and you pulled a Demonus bottle from under your bed.
“I accept,” Mammon declared, snatching the bottle from your hands before you had a chance to get a word in edgewise. “...Hey, what the…? It’s empty!”
You took the bottle back and slipped onto the floor, facing Mammon. “We’re not drinking it, you doofus. We’re spinning it.”
You watched the gears turn in Mammon’s head in real time. He looked at you, then at the bottle, a complete lack of understanding on his face. Then his lips moved. You thought he mouthed the word “spin”, but you couldn’t be sure. He looked up at you again, decided that was a bit too intense, and returned to staring at the bottle as his cheeks turned red.
“Wait, you mean like…?”
“Spin the bottle. Yeah.”
Mammon looked around the room in an exaggerated fashion before raising a hand dismissively. “Uh, in case ya ain’t noticed, there’s only two of us here.”
“Is that a problem?”
“I’unno. ‘S meant to be a party game.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
Finally, the last few gears seemed to click into place, and a look of recognition crossed Mammon’s face. “...Oh!”
“Yeah.”
You set the bottle down on the floor between the two of you. You both stared at it. Then you looked up at each other. 
“You go first,” you said, and at the same time, Mammon said, “Uh, did you wanna–?”
Mammon gave it a spin. It was not an elegant spin either. The thing wobbled and rolled on its side and it took a few tries to get it to spin anything like how it always looked on TV.
When it stopped, it pointed unambiguously at the wall.
“Try it again,” you said.
He tried it again. This time it stopped facing your bed.
“You’re doing it wrong,” you sighed.
“The hell does that even mean?”
You ignored him and gave the bottle a spin. It went skating underneath the bed, and Mammon looked vindicated. “See? ‘S not that easy!”
Irritated to see your best made plans laid to waste, you opened up your DDD, typed a 🍾 emoji into the Notes app, and set the device down on the floor between you. You gave your device a little spin. This went far better than your last attempt, so you decided to quit while you were ahead.
Meanwhile, Mammon was attempting to decipher your actions. “The fuck is that?” he asked, squinting at the DDD.
“A bottle,” you answered with a shrug. “It’s pointing at you.”
Then you crawled across your wooden floor and pressed your lips against his, and Mammon just sort of tensed up and didn’t move, and it was awkward and kind of embarrassing and really nice. You hadn’t felt this much like a teenager since you were a teenager.
Once you crawled back to the far side of your DDD, he shook himself out of his fugue state and began protesting what had just occurred.
“H-Hey… Hey… Hey! Hey, hey, wait a second!” He seemed to be grasping at whatever he could to give himself an excuse for just how passive he was for that entire thing. “You said I could go first!”
“Spin better,” you shrugged.
“You spun worse than I did!”
“Creative solutions are rewarded.”
“...I see what’s goin’ on here,” Mammon said after a flustered pause. His confidence was suddenly back at full strength. “...You were just desperate for an excuse to kiss me, weren’t ya?”
You stared at him. Was this guy really trying to flip the scenario on its head?
“So desperate! Invitin’ me up here and pullin’ all this dumb crap with the bottle… Y’know, if ya really wanted a kiss, ya coulda just asked.” He was smirking now, smirking! “As my number one human, you should know ya always get special treatment, even when it comes to things like that. ‘Cause I’m so magnanimous and awesome and stuff.”
“Oh, Great Mammon,” you sighed, unsure if you found his schtick charming or irritating at the moment, “would you bless this poor mortal with a kiss?”
“N-Now you’re just gettin’ greedy!” Mammon scolded, cheeks flushing once again.
“Says the Avatar of Greed.”
“Exactly! I’d know!”
“Never mind then.”
“Ah, wait, wait, hold up.” Mammon grabbed the DDD that still laid on the floor between you. He gave it a spin. “Is that pointin’ at ya? Close enough, right? C’mere.”
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his hands trail up and down your calf mindlessly as a random movie plays in the background. he can tell you're actually paying attention to the screen, unlike him. he notices when your eyes droop, and you have to shift a little stay fully awake. he notices how you began to breathe deeper and how you snuggle just a little bit closer to him.
mammon's face flushes and he gulps. he can't ruin this, not when you look so cute curled up next to him, about to fall asleep on his shoulder. not any of his brothers, him. a wave of protectiveness washes over him as you doze off and he can't help but wrap his arms around you and hold you just a little tighter. he wants to preserve this moment as long as he possibly can. just the two of you.
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turtleybeachin · 8 months
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Okay I have finally thought of an ask! Not sure if you remember me or not but that's okay. It kinda has to do with the summoning through pacts. I was wondering if you could write something along the lines of an MC who is usually calm, but a MC having a panic attack or is just scared and accidentally summons a brother? I'd like to request all of the brothers or even the dateables but I don't want to ask that much. Do whoever you want with this ask if you do it at all! ❤️❤️
Hi I totally remember you and never forgot this but got way too in my own head about it. I think I crawled back out now. Thanks for being patient with me. ♥ So first of all, I love the concept of accidentally summoning someone to you. Sure, the actual summoning spell is great, but the idea of panic-summoning and maybe not even fully intentionally? Amazing. I started writing how they'd comfort you but got too in my head trying to do everyone (and not feel like i was rehashing Burnout), so I have a few that are spawning future updates to Burnout (for the new side characters), and then some one-offs I'll share as I finish them as well. But! Here are some thoughts I had on alternative summonings when upset.
Characters: Everyone! :) and a GN!MC (reader) Rating: G Word Count: ~2.3k Tagging: references to MC struggling mentally/emotionally, some fluffy affection, mostly a think piece on unintended summoning. Spoiler warnings for OG game, most notably for end of season 2, a bit of season 3, and vaguely part of season 4. Nothing too big, but there nonetheless.
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Lucifer's Ring of Light is a perfect fidget piece. Spinning it around your finger, rubbing your thumb along the band, pressing on the edges of the stones to let the dull pinch ground you. It's always there on your finger, always present, always twinkling in the corner of your eye as a reminder you aren't alone. It is not his any longer, but that doesn't mean he isn't still aware of it, that a little piece of him isn't still present in a little piece of its inherent magic. And when you're spinning it and digging it into your palm and distressed, he feels an echo of that pain. It pulls him to you. Perhaps, in your own way, you're admitting you need his presence, his strength, his help, and he is not about to start abandoning his loved ones now.
With Mammon's keychain of that chocolate lizard, your thumb knew all the grooves, the smooth spots and the rough ones, the little spot where paint was chipped away that you knew you shouldn't pick at but it just happened anyway, your nail catching on the rough edge. You fidget with it when anxious because you know Mammon used to fidget with it just the same, and isn't that comforting, to know that even a powerful ancient fallen angel would run his thumb along the very same ridges you do? It's almost like you can still feel the warmth of his touch there. And you can't really think your First Man ain't gonna know you as well as he knows himself, can you? That he doesn't know when you need him, when you're tuggin' on the pact like that?
Leviathan's script he gave you? You've memorized it by now. In times when everything is spiraling, you remember your favorite lines, the ones that remind you to stay strong. You recite them to yourself between shaking breaths. Because when you can't be strong and cool and calm yourself, sometimes it helps to put yourselves in the shoes of Henry, the shoes of the Romantic Lead, the shoes of the characters written to always have a happy ending. It is, you realize, the same way Levi puts himself in the shoes of the Lord of Shadows, wrapping the cool-clever-badass-strong cloak around him as an armor. There's no Lord of Shadows without his Henry, and there's no you without him. And just like how in book six, the Lord of Shadows gets accidentally bound to Henry with a spell and is able to feel when Henry's in need and the Lord of Shadows leaves his lair without knowing where he's really going just knowing that he's needed and he ends up following this magical instinctive pull to find Henry and get to him just in time to save him from his enemies who were-- ...well, let's just say that Levi won't leave you to fight your mind alone for long.
Satan wasn't wrong that cats are perfect for calming the emotional storm inside you. They're good little listeners, and their company is a great distraction from the voices in your head. Watching the little fuzzballs roll around, or nap in a sunbeam, or prowl through the grass, it distracts you from all the frustration and anxiety and worries. Whether it's watching neighborhood cats, or visiting a cafe, or popping into a shelter, you've taken to Satan's favorite hack for handling your wayward emotions. On the really bad days, it's nice to know you can vent and cry to them and they won't judge you or tell anyone your secrets. But did you forget, MC, the stories about cats that traverse the realms? They won't ever tell anyone, but they might wander from you to their favorite place in the Devildom and they might headbutt a certain blond demon's shin and chirp for him to follow them. They are, after all, very good listeners. And so is he.
With Asmodeus, you look at the photos of him on your phone, at your selfies together and how big you smiled beside him. You blink away burning tears to focus on how he looks not at the camera but at you, his body angled not to show his best side (which is every side of course) but to press always closer to you, and how no matter where you two were or what was happening your smiles were always so bright and genuine with him. When everything feels like too much and not worth it and you feel trapped and cornered by situations beyond your control, you find yourself clutching your phone and swiping through hundreds of pictures of laughter and kisses and hugs and twirls and snuggles and you whisper a promise that one day, soon, we'll be together again. Sooner than you expect, of course, because did you really think that he wouldn't feel your burning need for him across realms, hon?
Beelzebub just has to be comfort food, our precious glutton. When life without your demons is getting you down, it's the salty snacks, the sweet treats, the tubs of ice cream with the chunks of something extra to dig for like buried treasure. And whenever you indulge, you can't help but think of your gentle giant and what he'd have to say about everything. He'd be happy you're eating, of course, and then what would he think of your human world snacks? Which makes you think of your favorite Devildom snacks, and that just hits you with a fresh wave of homesickness. But somewhere out there, a realm away, one particular Avatar just gets this feeling, you know? Like the way he knows when Belphie is craving quetzalcoatl brains, or is napping in the garden. Just that instinct. And his instinct is telling him you need your favorite cupcakes. Surely Lucifer will understand how vital it is he takes these three dozen cupcakes to the human world right now. And if he doesn't, well, that argument with his brother can wait until after your craving is satisfied.
Belphegor of course is our star-gazing boy, and while you like the idea of looking into the sky to seek out any possible shared stars to look at with him, you can't always see the stars at night everywhere, and the human realm has day and night cycles that hide them for at least half the day anyhow. For Belphie, you have a pillow from him (that he either gifted or didn't complain about your stealing) that you keep with you -- not for sleeping, but for comfort. A pillow to smother your tears on the rough nights, a pillow to pummel on your frustrated days. A pillow you curl around and snuggle for a memory of contact now distant. And when you drift off in those fitful sleeps of exhaustion, you wander in your dreams to another dream unknowingly. He's with you when you rest, and the moment he can get away from Lucifer's watchful gaze, he'll be there to tug the pillow out of your arms to crawl into your embrace himself.
With Diavolo, well, he knows things. Usually it's because of Barbatos, or Lucifer, or his familiars, but you? MC, you're so much more precious than the 'usual'. If asked by anyone who doesn't know him well enough to call him out, he'd say the charm he placed on you was simply for matters of Devildom security-- after all, you know possibly too much, and that could make you a target to the wrong people! (Barbatos politely does not point out that it's because he misses you so much and wants to see what you're doing.) It's not that he wants to intrude on your life or anything, it's important you have the chance to be as wonderfully human as you are, but he just worries. Are you alright? Are you comfortable? You'd mentioned once the extravagance of the brothers' lifestyle, do you have enough income? The charm is just a minor thing, a little thing, just to make sure you're well. And when you aren't? Well, paperwork and meetings will wait.
With Barbatos, he's just such a badass god-like time lord, we don't even need a pact to be connected to him. You had brought up the idea of a pact once, and he had just given you that dangerous smirk and demurred that it wasn't so much a pact you desired, surely, as his company and his attention, both of which were already yours. It seemed like such a smooth line at the time, but you didn't realize the extent of it. How you're a bright twinkling point on every timeline for him, how you are the center of every universe he knows, how he orients himself in any reality by looking to you. So when something is wrong, when you're falling apart or in danger, it's like the spiderweb crackling of a timeline splitting. Like an itch at the back of his throat, an ache behind his eyes. The choices are to let you suffer alone, or to teleport himself to your side and help you through. Do you even have to wonder which option he chooses?
Simeon may have a complicated relationship with his blessing and his celestial light, with his place and his purpose, but one thing has never felt complicated:  you. Every baked good he ever made for you was made with pure love, and every gift he bestowed -- from a little sheep plush sewn by hand to earrings made from his own feathers -- had all of his hopes and wishes and prayers for you inside them. Maybe that's why squeezing the soft little plush fills you with such warmth and comfort, and why the brush of the feather against your neck feels like a kiss. When you're struggling and upset, the gifts from Simeon make you feel grounded just a little more. And perhaps it's a prayer answered for him, too, that he just has a feeling when it's time to go visit you.
Solomon has been watching out for you longer than you know. It started in the little ways, simple defensive spells and barriers to protect you, reminding demons who looked a little too closely at you who precisely he was and what he could do. It graduated to teaching you to defend yourself, and gifting you various magical trinkets and charms to help focus and direct your growing magics. You still don't really know all the ways that he keeps an eye on you. But he does. Nothing is more important than you. When one of his spells alerts him that you're upset or in distress, well. He just so happened to be in the neighborhood, MC, and what a lucky coincidence that is!
Luke is such a literal perfect little angel baby. One who gave you his blessing, to protect you even when he can't. Everyone teases him for being so young, but he knows that you are the one human he wants to guide and shelter and protect. And sure, when he gave his blessing, it was under the assumption you might need protection from demons or fae, from magic and shadow. But that doesn't mean his blessing doesn't also guide and protect you in times of need that aren't external, MC. When you're at your lowest and feeling completely alone, he feels the pull, feels your pain, and what sort of guardian angel would he be if he left you alone?
Mephistopheles you don't have a pact with (yet?), but imagine your magic ripping open a portal to him without your conscious intent when you're feeling small and lonely and just so badly miss him and want him with you. Maybe you think of him because of the kindness he has shown himself capable of; maybe you think of him because you know he's the least likely person to tell the brothers or anyone else about you having a meltdown. And he's startled and confused when this portal opens before him, the magic somewhat familiar but certainly not demonic, and he warily steps through half-expecting some idiotic prank of one of the brothers only to find you curled up and small and fragile and all of his complaints and questions can wait. After all, clearly you can't even manage your own magic right now, so someone has to keep you from causing trouble.
With Thirteen, it's the little conversation crystal that she gifted you during The Three Worlds' Fair. Perhaps you turned it into a pendant, or perhaps it's just always in your bag or pocket, kept close as a charm for good luck and reminder of the fact you aren't alone. You don't think it would actually work across realms but still hold it tightly and whisper your frustrations or fears or doubts into it just to get things off your chest. But between your magic and hers, it does still connect, and she does hear your outbursts. And at first she just lets it happen, quietly charmed and amused you would use her gift as a secret diary. But when you're really struggling? Well. Reapers are meant to move between realms, you know. There's nowhere she won't go for you.
And Raphael is not an angel to be summoned on the whim of some human. But he is incredibly observant (even if he sometimes doesn't 'read a room' well). He is the one who reads between your lines more than you expected, more than you intended, more perhaps than you want. He sees the tension you hold, the dark circles under your eyes, the way your smiles are just a little slow and empty; he hears the silences where he expects to hear laughter or humming or conversation. And he nearly ignores it, because it's not his business, and you have plenty of other devoted fans already flocking to you, but then he realizes that in those moments you don't. In your pain, you are alone, and that is the most jarring observation of them all. So perhaps it is up to him to correct this cosmic error, and be the one to support the human who supports everyone else.
I hope you still enjoy, even if it's not exactly what you had in mind! ♥ and when i get around to the other little things this spawned, i'll tag you if you'd like.
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jinkicake · 1 year
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He Makes You Cry. 
Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon x Reader
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write something like this for forever bc I love angst but.... don’t be fooled bc there is no angst w simeon (he’s too sweet and would never hurt you).... sorry! 
WC - 2.9k >:-)
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((im sorry i had to put simeons first bc i love it and its my fav </3 like ignore luci and mammon lol))
Simeon
“This is for me?” You can’t help but gawk at the beautiful ring Simeon slipped onto your finger amidst your mini tea party. The thick diamond is decorated with a golden accent and even smaller jewels to accentuate the main stone. It’s unbelievably gorgeous and you start to doubt if your worth is enough to be wearing such a decadent piece.
“Only you can bring out the ring’s true beauty,” Simeon murmurs as his warm eyes run all over your shocked face, he makes it a point to memorize the expression. For too long, his eyes simply glance from one of your features to the other until he has you painted in his memory. “I do hope that you enjoy it, my love.”
You can’t wrap your head around what you must have done to deserve such a generous gift.
“Simeon,” His name is uttered from your lips in a gasp because moments later, you’re still in disbelief. “why?”
The angel cocks his head at your question, his smile faltering with a twitch of his lips before he plants a gentle look back on his face. He doesn’t understand.
“Why?” He repeats before glancing up at the crown model of the ceiling. The sunset of the afternoon decorates the room in a golden hue, a beautiful coating that makes you look even more angelic than before. Simeon doesn’t understand your confusion, don’t you see what he sees? “Because I love you.”
He wonders if that is enough of a reason, he hopes it is enough of a reason.
The angel carefully watches your expression morph into a frown as your lips press together tightly. You’re trying to prevent the tears that are pooling in your eyes but, try as you might, you fail. Simeon softly grimaces at your anguish, that is what your feeling must be, right? Did he go overboard with the gift? Do you hate it?
He thought you would love it.
“My light, what’s wrong?” He leans over the neatly set table and all of the cutlery placed to cup your cheek. You immediately lean into his warm palm and try to hide your face from him. The shaking of your head only serves to make Simeon even more nervous. “Talk to me.”
You cover your face with your hands, softly sobbing into your palms and Simeon can not hold back any longer. The angel gets up before moving to your side to kneel beside you. He grabs your wrist and then engulfs your hands in his own as he intently stares at you.
He looks and looks like he’ll be able to read what you’re feeling based on your expression. His heart hurts for you.
“I’m happy, Simeon,” You cry and gently pull one of your hands back to wipe your tears. The ring he gifted you catches the light of the setting sun and at the sight, more tears well up in your eyes. You can’t help but stare at the jewelry.
“Is it the ring?” Simeon whispers, he keeps his voice quiet as if speaking any louder will cause you to become even more upset. He’d hate to take the ring back. If you tried to return it, Simeon would not let you. The gift is yours, a special treasure of Simeon’s is now yours no matter if you fight it. The angel wants you to have it even if you don’t want it-
“I love it!” You gush and in a pitiful attempt to speak, only end up choking on your words.
Now, Simeon can see the adoration in your eyes and the way your face glows with certain happiness.
“You do?” He quietly questions back while tightening the grip he has on your hand, he gently squeezes your fingers between his own.
“I do! I do!”
He can only wish that your eager cheers were an answer to another question, one that he wishes to ask you forever and ever. The matter of whether or not you’ll have him.
Simeon is much too uncertain in himself to do that yet, but when the time comes, he’ll be sure to do it right.
“I’m glad you like it, it’s yours now,” With gentle hands, Simeon lifts your fingers up to his lips. He places a gentle kiss against each of your knuckles before turning your hand over to kiss the center of your palm. “your beauty outshines any diamond.”
You scoot to the edge of your seat before sinking out of the chair, you sit right next to where Simeon is kneeling and shyly look up at him. Despite your tears and swollen eyes, the angel still gasps at your beauty.
He rests his forehead against your own and watches your eyes flutter shut. Selfishly, he takes a picture in his mind and memorizes the soft curves of your face. When he’s done, he tilts his head and angles his lips to gently kiss you. The closed-mouth peck is innocent and remains so until the angel lets go of your hand to grip your shoulders.
His face tilts ever so slightly before you feel his tongue peek past his lips. You let Simeon kiss you and kiss you until he’s leaning you back against the floor and resting over the top of you. You let him steal the air out of your lungs and hold you incredibly close to his heart.
You allow the angel to coat you in his love, to pour all of his feelings into his touch while the heavy ring sits prettily on your finger.
It’s only natural to do since you love him after all.
Lucifer
“I told you not to touch those papers.” Lucifer’s anger is something that you’re just not used to (no matter how many times you’ve been at the blunt force of it). His current frustrations cause you to flinch and all too soon, your entire body begins to tremble under his booming voice. It’s as if your blood has run cold as you find yourself staring at the floor instead of his face. Try as you might, nothing can stop the bitter tears from appearing in the corners of your eyes. “Incompetent human.” His whisper is anything but quiet, you hear the snide comment clear as day, the tut of the nickname is nothing like his usual kind and gentle tone and is instead filled with endless irritation. 
In all the times you have helped him with his work, Lucifer has never gotten upset with you like this. Especially not over a small, clumsy mistake you made while organizing his many documents. 
His audacity nearly makes you scoff and any sadness that you feel is overcome with a wave of anger. You place the papers on his desk with firm palms before standing up from your seat. The loud screech of the chair against the hardwood floor forces Lucifer to look at you and only now, he can see the frustration welling in your eyes. 
The pool of his reflection makes his heart hurt. 
“Do it yourself then.” You snap and immediately head out of his office, slamming his door in the process. Such a petty act was an accident, his door is heavy and will always slam shut with brute force. You couldn’t find it in yourself to close the door gently, but, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it anyway. 
In an attempt to lighten the load of wallowing in your own pity, you head straight for your bed and straight to sleep. You’re blessed with a blissful nap for a few moments (hours) before it all slips through your fingers.
“(Y/N), dinner,” Your doorknob rattles under Mammon’s strong fist and the noise (along with his voice), bitterly awakens you from your slumber. On their own accord, your eyes automatically narrow toward the intruding noise. You try to drown it out with your blanket over your head but, it doesn’t work. 
The demon persistently toys with your door, annoying you with his presence. His scheme continues for a few minutes as you ignore him. You don’t give in and don’t reply at all, not even once. The silence that follows after he figures out you won’t open the door for him allows you to breathe a sigh of relief. 
Relief doesn’t bless you for too long though. 
A handful of minutes later, your door clicks softly as the lock of your doorknob becomes free. There’s only one demon that can actually unlock your door and the presence suddenly in your room nearly makes you suffocate. Out of habit, you curl in on yourself under your blanket to hide from him. 
Lucifer’s gentle sigh and quiet footsteps are not nearly as loud as the rapid thumping of your heart. You can barely focus, not when the sounds fill your ears and not when your bed dips under a certain weight. 
There are a few things that you can pick up. Lucifer has brought food with him and he places it on your table before sitting beside you. Right now, you can almost see the way Lucifer is sitting on the edge of your bed. You can’t fight the urge to simply check for too long. 
Timidly, you peek your head out from your blanket and keep the duvet tucked just under your chin while you look at him. Just as you imagined in your mind, Lucifer has his back to you (posture incredibly straight) as he stares at your wall. His softened eyes run along all the photos you have hung up and take in all the memories you have created in the devildom. His perfect posture bends ever so slightly as he sighs once again and reaches his hand behind to cup your bicep. 
“Eat, human,” He murmurs and glances back at you. You immediately hide from his stare as you switch to lay on your other side, your back now facing him. His previous insult still swims in your mind and you can feel your anger from before starting to resurface. The gentle touch of his thumb brushing circles into your skin works incredibly well to combat your heated frustrations. When it comes to calming you down, Lucifer knows exactly what to do. 
The room basks in silence, coated in a thick unmovable tension until you can no longer hold back any petty remarks. 
“I thought I was incompetent,” You sneer and clench your fist as persistent tears once again build up in your eyes. 
“Oh,” Lucifer murmurs and gently squeezes your arm with his large palm. “(Y/N)-”
“An incompetent human.” His words spoken earlier feel sad and bitter on your tongue as you fist your thick blanket in your hands. You try not to acknowledge the tears on your cheeks but it’s hard to ignore the wet droplets as Lucifer’s thumb wipes each away.
You hate that Lucifer’s approval means so much to you, that his thought of you can shatter your own personal image.
“You are not incompetent,” Lucifer promises before pressing his lips against your forehead. His gentle touch only serves to make you even more upset. “I am so sorry, my dear.” The bed moves underneath you as Lucifer lays down beside you, his long limbs fitting awkwardly into the small space. He takes no time in wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest, ignoring how you push away at his wrists. “You’re my perfect assistant, capable of plenty enough. I spoke out of turn and I apologize.” Now in his arms, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and twist his thick jacket in your fingers. “Please forgive me,” Lucifer whispers against the crown of your head, holding you carefully as if you’re made of glass. He refuses to let go until he knows that you’re both okay again. 
Mammon
“Go away.”
“Leave."
“I don’t care what you do anymore!”
“Goodbye, human.”
Despite Mammon’s harsh words, you know that he doesn’t mean it. Reading the avatar of greed has become second nature to you now and you know that he is nothing more than upset. When the demon becomes upset, he has no better way to deal with it than to pettily push you away while simultaneously begging for your attention.
“I’m sorry, Mammon,” You try apologizing again, staring at him pathetically while he ignores you to count the bills in his wallet. His room has never been more intimidating in your entire time spent in the devildom. “I’ll make it up to you-”
“No you won’t,” He bitterly murmurs and lets his face fall ever so slightly. How could you forget the plans that the two of you made? “I get it, I’m not important to you.” His show of dramatics hurts, even if you don’t think you have a right to be. 
“Is that really what you think?” You quietly ask him, your voice no louder than a timid whisper as you stand frozen waiting for his answer. 
“You ditched me! No, you didn’t even ditch me because you didn’t show up! Instead, you were busy with Lord Diavolo.” His disappointment makes you feel awful and terribly small as if you’re being pushed into a corner. “What did I expect?”
“I’m sorry,” Again, you whisper your apologies. Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t allow him to dump his anger out on you like this. There is no reason for the demon to spout such mean things but, you let him continue. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re eager to hear just how far he will go with the disrespect. 
“Yeah, you should be.” Mammon ultimately sighs before stuffing his wallet into his pocket and standing up from the couch. He keeps his eyes glued to the ground, lips pressed together while thinking over his next words. “I just thought you were looking forward to our date as much as I was.” 
He doesn’t do or say anything else as he leaves the room, he merely brushes past you and heads to his door. 
Somehow, that simple action hurt more than his words ever could. 
“He hates me,” You bawl your eyes out, pitifully gasping for air while holding one of Belphie’s pillows to your chest. 
“No, Mammon doesn’t hate you.” Belphegor spits tiredly. He pushes his eye mask off his head before reaching over to pat your shoulder. “He might have been right to call you an idiot if you truly think that.” In their own way, Belphie’s words comfort you a bit and you stubbornly push your tears away with your sleeve. “The idiot just needs reassurance since he’s annoying but, you chose him.” 
Belphie rolls his eyes at the thought of his older brother being the object of your affection. He doesn’t really care but, it’s tiring to hear the demon gloat about it all the time. 
“Don’t worry too much about it.” He yawns, stretching his limbs for a few seconds before snuggling back into his blanket. “Let’s take a nap. 
You don’t get much sleep despite Belphie’s suggestion, instead, you do the complete opposite as you sit and think. It’s one thing to have Mammon mad at you but, to be disappointed? His anger seems much more preferable in comparison because you know he would never get angry with you (since he does love you and all). 
He does still love you, right?
In the face of confrontation, you usually run in the opposite direction with your tail between your legs. Why on earth are you now heading straight for the charming face of the secondborn?
You don’t even acknowledge Belphie’s lazy protests as you push his door open and head straight for Mammon’s room. You’re not even sure what you’re going to say to him, or what you want to say to him, as you shove your way into his secluded space. 
At the intruding noise of your arrival, Mammon pops his head up from the couch. At the sight of you, his shoulders drop and he lets his gaze fade toward somewhere else. Seeing him stare at the floor is nothing new, but you hate that he won’t look you in the eye. 
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” You try to keep your voice as level as you can but it’s impossible to do when it starts getting harder to breathe. Your throat has closed in and the pounding of your heart has become erratic, the room is now much hotter than before and you don’t even hear the sound of Mammon calling your name. All you can focus on are the tears on your cheeks and the thumping pain in your temple. “I didn’t mean to-”
Stress is always why you avoid confrontation but you just had to make sure he still loved you. 
“Oi!” Mammon quickly pushes himself off of the couch and is in front of you in seconds. “Hey, hey,” He murmurs, grabbing your wrists in his hands. “stop cryin’. It’s okay.” His heart aches when you shake your head. “Yes, it is. It is.” There’s something gentle about his voice, how he coos and tries to hush your cries. “I’m so sorry, human, I didn’t mean for you to get upset.” 
As smoothly as he can be, the demon wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you into his chest. 
“I’m not mad anymore, never really was, I was just scared.” He places his chin on the top of your head while his hands gently rub soothing circles against your back. Mammon hates to see you cry and hates to see you upset. “It’s just- I was just jealous and lonely!” His heart aches at your cries and he starts to think that he has deserved every punishment he has ever received in the past. The demon can only pray that his touch will be enough to comfort you, to make the hurt stop.
“Listen. I love you, human, don’t ever forget that.”
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