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A3! Home Page Lines Translation - Christmas 2021 🎄🎅

I did these on a whim as I saw some fans asking for them. Cross-posted from twitter  ★,｡･:･ﾟ

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Okay, so this started from something @little-ideas posted. It was funny in my head - ha ha, look at Yuki being ticklish - but it wound up having a mind of its own, as most of my fics do.

Measurements

Fandom: A3!

Characters: Sakuya, Yuki (not together, but you might ship them at the end of this!)

Warnings: Mentions of bullying

Genre: angst/fluff/character study

Words: 1.6K

“Pfffft - hahahaha!”

Yuki ducks just in time as Sakuya’s elbow almost connects with his nose.

“Hey - watch that energy level if you want me to get your costume done this CENTURY.”

“Sorry! I’m sorry, Yuki!” Sakuya sounds anything but sorry as his breath hitches and wobbles through his giggles. Yuki stares, dead-eyed, waiting for the older boy to calm down. Every time. Every time, they went through this. Yuki tries so hard to avoid having to measure Energy Concentrate, but every few shows something changes just enough to require adjustment.

“I wanna give you whole-body Novocain,” Yuki grumbles as he pulls out his tape measure again.

Sakuya holds his breath, hoping that might keep his body restrained as Yuki carefully approaches. He tries to pull on his love of theatre, his need for people to like him, his desperate desire for the show to go well - anything that might help him hold still long enough for measurements to be taken.

Forty-five minutes later - several times longer than it took for most of the other members of Mankai - Yuki starts packing up his supplies. His every movement is sharp and precise, his mouth set in a firm line. The sarcasm is right there, right on his tongue, but he’s determined to hold onto it for once. He can’t snark at Sakuya the way he can with Itaru or Kazunari or even Kumon. Most of the others had thicker skin or could snark back or (in cases like Homare) didn’t even realize they were being insulted. Sakuya is…..soft. He’s easily bruised.

He is inside what I am outside,** Yuki decides. Soft and cute and **delicate.

As Yuki finishes packing his case, a pudding cup appears in front of his face. Attached to the pudding cup is a hand, and attached to the hand is Sakuya. He looks miserable.

“I really am sorry, Yuki,” he says softly. “I’m sorry to be such a bother.”

“It’s not your fault,” Yuki responds without thinking. “At least you make up for it with pudding.”

The two boys sit on the floor together in the empty practice room, savoring their small treat, until Sakuya suddenly asks, “Who takes your measurements, Yuki?” At Yuki’s blank stare, Sakuya just fumbles on. “I mean, your costumes - and your regular clothes - all fit perfectly, but you’ve got to change measurements sometimes, too, right? I’ve never seen anyone take yours.”

“I take my own.”

Anyone else would recognize the tone of voice. The voice itself says “stop asking about this or I’ll kill you.” But Sakuya….is Sakuya.

“That doesn’t seem like it would be completely accurate, though. I remember reading about that,” he worries. “I don’t think you can tickle yourself, so I was gonna take my own measurements - so you didn’t have to. But the sewing book I got from the library said that taking your own measurements is a LOT harder than taking someone else’s. So if you take your own…they may not be right.”

The voice gets tighter. “If they’re not, I make adjustments.”

Sakuya is quiet for a minute, then speaks softly. “I can help, you know. I want to help. To make up for all this time you spend on mine. I know…I know you don’t like people touching you, or seeing you without your - your armor - “

Yuki sucks in a breath at having his image so accurately described by someone he usually considers more heart than brains. That his clothes, his appearance, is what protects him, what gives him strength to stand tall - it’s supposed to be something only he knows. That Sakuya can see it so easily - it’s a cut to the bone with a knife so sharp he can’t even bleed around the wound.

“ - but you’ve been really patient with me and I know I’m a - a -“

“A pain in my ass?” Yuki snarls, now deliberately trying to push the other boy away.

Surprisingly, Sakuya laughs instead of getting hurt. And that laugh, instead of pissing him off more, calms Yuki down instead. Sakuya isn’t trying to hurt him. He’d never laugh if he knew how much his comment had hurt. Yuki knows that, intellectually. It’s just that sometimes his soul - his soul that has been battered from years of bullying, name-calling, and snide laughter - often felt the hurt before it thought whether or not something should hurt.

“Yes, that. So let me help?”

Yuki stops speaking and looks down on the floor. Vulnerability not only didn’t come easy to him, it was like a foreign language. Even thinking about being vulnerable left him confused and fearful. Being vulnerable - being without his armor - always meant being hurt, and never meant anything else.

But this was Mankai. And it was Sakuya. Neither of those things had ever hurt him. And maybe…maybe he could practice being vulnerable. Like a role study. Sakuya would never hurt him deliberately, or take advantage of his vulnerability. So maybe he could be vulnerable without being hurt. And maybe something good might come out of it.

Like some accurate fucking measurements.

His mind made up, Yuki gets to his feet.

“Lock the damn door,” he says.

*.*.*.*.*.*

It turns out the practice rooms don’t lock from the inside. So, in what Yuki considers to be a brief surge of genius (he may seriously have to rethink that “more heart than brains” thing), Sakuya just grabs a door wedge and jams it on the inside, making the door practically unopenable. If nothing else, they’ll have a warning before someone comes barging in.

Of course, people will DEFINITELY get the wrong idea if they find the two of them together in a locked room with Yuki half-dressed, but whatever. Now that he’s decided to do this, he doesn’t care much about the consequences.

But standing in just an undershirt and the shorts he wears under his skirts in this almost-empty, kind of echoing practice room - the one with the huge mirror for a wall is painful. Normally he’s in two or three layers of clothes, sometimes more. He’s rarely even this stripped down in his own dorm room - he has a few sets of matching pajamas and more than one adorable nightgown, thank you very much.

The only times he’s ever this exposed is for a role like Scheherazade (a look he knows he rocked, by the way). But it was easier to do when he was playing a part, when it wasn’t him. When it was for theatre. As it is now, he reminds himself.

Maybe also for me, he thinks as he stares across the room at his own face in the mirror while Sakuya comically untangles himself from the measuring tape (for the second time). Yuki isn’t stupid. He knows he’s going to want a romantic partner someday. He also knows he’s sharp-tongued and occasionally mean - really mean. Whoever he ends up with is going to have to have a thick skin and hopefully either brush it off or match it. But…he’s going to have to balance that meanness out with something softer. There’s going to have to be tenderness there, equal to or greater than the sass. He’s going to want tenderness and understanding and a safe place to be vulnerable - so he’s going to have to give it, too. He’s going to have to show himself in ways he’s uncomfortable with right now - in ways that have nothing to do with skin.

All of that is years off, as far as he’s concerned. But that doesn’t mean he can’t start by trusting a friend.

So he fights the urge to cover himself with his arms, to wrap himself up in fabric, and faces Sakuya dead-on.

Sakuya starts by going around to Yuki’s back and measuring the breadth of his shoulders. Strategically, it’s smart. He’s not in an awkward place, not staring at Yuki’s face, and not really touching him at all. He reads off the number and Yuki records it in his little notebook. He’s annoyed to see that it’s almost three quarters of an inch off from what he previously had recorded. No wonder he was always fixing his shirts.

Slowly, taking direction well, Yuki walks Sakuya through the most basic measurements (except inseam - he’ll still take care of that one himself, thanks!). Finally Sakuya hesitantly wraps the tape around the Yuki’s waist. On a brief gasp, Yuki jerks himself away.

“Oh, sorry!” Sakuya cries. “What did I -“

“Nothing,” says Yuki, annoyed. “Try again.”

The second attempt produces a snort. The third a full-on giggle. Sakuya can’t help but giggle himself. “Yuki…..are you ticklish?!”

“NO. Try it again.”

Sakuya goes to wrap the tape around his waist again, but instead digs his fingers into Yuki’s sides instead. He knows he’s risking his life, but he just can’t resist.

Yuki bends over double, almost falling on the floor. He goes instantly breathless, skipping snorts and giggles and immediately slipping into wheezing hiccups.

Grinning, Sakuya backs up. He’s not going to keep tickling Yuki unless there's a solid indication that Yuki’s into a tickle fight of some kind. Consent, y’all.

With a speed Sakuya didn’t expect, Yuki whips around. He expects to see anger or annoyance on Yuki’s face. Maybe even betrayal. But instead the reddish eyes are shining. With laughter but also…challenge?

“Think you’re smart, huh?” Yuki snaps out. He wants to sound mad, but he’s grinning and he knows it. “Think fast, genius!”

The younger boy grabs a random floor-cushion and flings it at Sakuya. “Think faster!” He cries as the pillow lands, and in the moment where Sakuya is stunned (a soft cushion to the face will do that), he leaps.

There’s a crash on the floor, then the thrashing of limbs and fingers digging into strategic areas. Laughter echoes through the small room, along with cries of challenge and threat.

By the end of it, both boys are laying on the floor, desperately trying to remember how to breathe. Both are still wheezing, their faces shiny with tears of laughter.

“Is this,” Sakuya snorts, “why you take your own measurements?”

Yuki takes a few deep breaths, trying to talk normally. “Yeah, but I - “ he starts laughing again anyway “I forgot that was why!”

The big room echoes with their laughter and suddenly Yuki realizes his position - half-dressed, laying on the floor, breathless, weak. Vulnerable.

He glances over at Sakuya, who’s curled up in the fetal position, giggling helplessly into his hands. Equally vulnerable.

But that….was ok. The two of them were safe in this room, safe with each other. He looked over at his friend again and smiled. He’d been vulnerable and something good had happened. That was enough for now.

#a3 #a3 fanfic #a3 sakuya #sakuya sakuma #a3 yuki #yuki rurikawa

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The brothers + dateables receiving candy hearts

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I made an MC once who managed to be dating Mammon, Satan, Asmo, and Barbatos. It was an interesting dynamic in my head :)

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮, 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘔𝘊 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘊 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵). 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘔𝘊 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘊 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘤 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘊 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴/𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦!

#obey me #obey me shall we date

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"You can't consume problematic media!"

Maybe YOU can't. I, on the other hand, have critical thinking skills and a lot of spite

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everyone: lucifer hates pda. he fucking hates it. if you even THINK about touching him in public he will kill you. don’t even try

lucifer at any given moment when he’s with mc:

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Lucifer: *was exhausted and didn't realize he entered the wrong room*

Satan: ...

Satan: Oi, Lucifer.

Lucifer: *sound asleep*

Satan: Get back to your room. *shakes him a little*

Lucifer: *opens his eyes a little and looks at him* Satan?

Satan: Yes. That's right.

Lucifer: Good timing.

Satan: What do you mean "good timing" —

Lucifer: *pulls him into a hug*

Satan: !!!

Lucifer: *falls back to sleep again*

Satan: Oi! Do you think this is funny?!

Lucifer: *mutters* I'll be discussing this with you tomorrow... For now... Let your father sleep...

Satan: ...

Satan: Are you really that tired?

Lucifer: *no answer*

Satan: ...

Satan: Well... I guess I can ask for a compensation tomorrow.

Lucifer: *unconsciously ruffles his hair*

Satan: ...

Satan: Even when you're asleep, you're still treating me like a kid.

Lucifer: *murmurs* Because you're my one... and only son...

Satan: ...

Satan: *smiles in satisfaction* Yeah.

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Can we stop whitewash Mammon or any POC in our art please? In the picture i saw you can't even blame it on lightning! I thought it was Solomon at first. Do better fuckers

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Hi! Can I pls get brothers and dateables reacting to a Female MC that tries on their outfits?

Good day, Crystal! First of all, I want to apologise for the very long wait＞﹏＜ And second, thanks for the request! I'm facing a bit of writer's block atm so I'm not sure how this one will go, but I hope you enjoy it!

Also, since you didn't specify what type of outfits, I'll put it at random. I hope that's fine with you?

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ALL CHARACTERS' (-LUKE) REACTION TO F!MC TRYING ON THEIR OUTFITS

LUCIFER (CASUAL ATTIRE)

It didn't take long for him to notice one of his shirt and vest went missing from his closet.

Also a pair of his gloves.

And his coat? Where were his clothes??

Did Satan and Belphie play tricks on him again? Oh, they're so gonna get it once he–

"Lucifer! Check this out!" You barged into his room and spun round to show him what you're wearing.

Huh...

"I have to say, you look absolutely stunning in my outfit. Perhaps you should wear it more often?"

lowkey highkey very proud of his fashion sense because you look really good in it

The next day, he'll take you out to shop for similar clothes.

No, you can't say no.

MAMMON (HUMAN WORLD ATTIRE)

Mammon has been searching for his jacket all over the house now.

Can't he just go out without it? The answer is no; it's too cold outside.

And plus, the necklace the twin gave him won't match with his outfit if he didn't wear his jacket. And he definitely won't let the twins down.

That's why he barged into your room. Perhaps he forgot it there?

But he was met with the sight of you. Wearing his jacket. And his white undershirt. And also, is that a replicate of his necklace?

"Wh-what are ya wearin'??"

"Do I look good, Mammon? This hoodie is a bit too big for me, but it still fits!"

Oh please, this girlfriend of his.

Ya look good in anythin' "I guess ya look okay..."

Won't admit it, but he likes seeing you wearing his clothes.

But maybe not that necklace though, because now he couldn't differentiate the real one and the fake one.

Did not want to accidentally sell the necklace Beel and Belphie got for him.

LEVIATHAN (CASUAL ATTIRE)

A gamer isn't a real gamer without his gaming jacket.

Also, has anyone seen his headphone?

Was about to storm into Mammon's room when he noticed your bedroom door was slightly ajar. And so, he caught the glimpse of you trying out his outfit.

Leviathan.exe has stopped working.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MC???

Okay first of all, why?

Don't you find it disgusting to wear his clothes? And and and and–

"Levi, your clothes are the best! It's always so comfy. I love them!" You did a tiny twirl to show off his long cardigan jacket.

Triple shot to his heart.

He couldn't believe you're cosplaying as him.

...

Your blushy boy is not responding? Don't worry, grab the hem of the jacket and wrap it around his body. He'll respond eventually :D

100% effective. Guaranteed!

SATAN (CASUAL ATTIRE)

Where did he last put his blazer again? He remembered taking them off before cooking lunch today...

"Satan! Look, I'm you!" You mimicked his infamous pose of placing your left hand on your chest and your right hand on your hip.

This caught him by surprise.

He's a bit too shocked to reply after seeing you like that.

Is this how he usually looks like?

"MC, I think you should wear your sleeves on both side."

"But I wanna wear it like you did..."

Silent as he contemplated his life choices.

"Kitten, you look amazing, but please, both sleeves in."

He rocks in that look but he can't find it in his heart to say you're not rocking it like he do.

Don't get him wrong; you look great. But what's with that white belt? And that pants? And also that–

It's literally your clothes, Tantan...

ASMODEUS (HUMAN WORLD ATTIRE)

He's not wearing his usual clothes today, so it's easier for you to try it on.

Won't notice they're missing until he actually saw you in it.

Ooh! You look absolutely gorgeous, Darling!

Would take so many photos of you.

For once, he didn't feel jealous to know someone else was wearing the same outfit as him.

In fact, he liked it!

Would pressure you to wear his clothes more often.

Wished to take you out on a date while wearing his clothes.

"So now, people will know that you're mine~"

BEELZEBUB (CASUAL ATTIRE)

Notice his clothes went missing but didn't bother much.

Because Belphie also likes to wear his clothes sometimes.

Until, he saw the perpetrator wasn't Belphie this time.

"Beelie baby! Check this out! I am now you!" You gave him a wide grin.

Wouldn't that jacket be too big for you, MC?

But when you said you like it, he didn't press further.

Although deep down, he's really pleased to see you in his outfit.

Would gladly permit you to wear his clothing anytime, anywhere.

What do you mean people will take it the wrong way, Asmo?

Didn't know what's wrong, but won't let you stop either way.

His clothes are yours and yours are also–

Aww... he can't fit in your clothes?

:(

BELPHEGOR (CASUAL ATTIRE)

Unlike Beel, Belphie didn't even notice his usual clothes were missing.

And like Beel, he also didn't bother looking for it.

So when you came over to him and showed yourself in his outfit, he only smiled warmly.

It's comfortable, right?

Likes to see you wear his clothes.

Because it proves that you like being around him and you are his and only his.

Actually helped you to dress up like him more accurately.

"Hey, where's my iconic cow pillow? You should take it wherever you go."

And now that he knows you like to try out his clothes, he'll be dumping every single thing he has in his closet to your way, in hope you'll try all of them.

DIAVOLO (HUMAN WORLD ATTIRE)

This is a pleasant surprise.

When you said you wanted to have a mini fashion show, he didn't expect you to be this bold.

Very happy to see you in his outfit.

Felt all warm and tingly on the inside.

Barbatos, however, did not appreciate you going through his Master's closet just for your little fashion show.

But no harm done Barbatos, because now your Master will buy one whole closet full of clothes just to match yours with his.

But if you refused, Diavolo will give you a secret pass to his bedroom and closet so you can take whatever you want from his wardrobe.

"Wear my clothes more often? Please?"

BARBATOS (HUMAN WORLD ATTIRE)

"Barbatos, is this how you're supposed to wear it?"

Very amused.

Would gladly have you wear his clothes.

And would assist you should you feel the need to wear his outfit ever again.

Although, on the inside, this butler was panicking inside out.

Where did you even get his clothes to begin with?

He didn't have any closet that he stored them in?

Did you perhaps went through the trouble of getting them from the laundry room?

Oh, MC! What if something happened?!

"Love, let me know if you want to do this again. I'll lend you my clothes, no problem. Just don't go inside the laundry room again. You might get lost."

SIMEON (SPECIAL EDITION)

Oh, you're asking permission to go through his closet? Sure!

Hmm? His tie? It's in the farthest drawer to the left.

Very confused at your attempt to try on his human world outfit.

But happy regardless.

And you look really beautiful too!

Would subtly buy your clothes that match his outfit without you knowing.

But that's for his human world attire. What about his angel clothes?

"MC, maybe we need to cover your shoulders a bit."

"Eh? Why? You don't cover your shoulders while wearing this outfit, right?"

...

You okay, Simeon?

SOLOMON (HUMAN WORLD ATTIRE)

Has anyone told you that you look beautiful?

Yes? No? Whatever, he'll say it again.

You look really stunning.

And even more so when you wear his outfits.

Likes it very much.

Will take a photo or two for memories.

"You know, now that you're starting to wear my clothes, it should be right that I get to wear yours too, right?"

"Can you even fit in them?" you questioned.

"Nothing a small magic can't fix~"

*Sharing clothes option unlocked*

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Taglist: @ninefuckingoneone @candymeowz @humans-are-weird-by-an-alien @liraajustsimpin @nishayuro @hell-temptations

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Infernal Translations - Bad Words

When they were trying to figure out who taught MC to cuss in infernal, no one expected that.

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Happy Birthday Mammon ya big dummy 🥳

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In Love with an Artist💛✨

Obey me! Boys x gn! Mc who is a professional artist. I try to be vague about what sort of art you make so that anyone can fit in. As well as what your goals are as a professional artist. This could be someone who just posts art online, does commissions, whatever. I put in some gallery shows cuz those are fun to think about.

this is SFW Fluff💛 rest of the brothers under the cut

Lucifer

- he saw on your file that you did art, but wasn’t really thinking too much about it. Though when you arrived to your dorm you were greeted with a set of art supplies. A nice sketchbook, a couple pencils and pens. As well as rather high end paint set and brushes. He will never bring it up.

- if you do art out where others can see he’ll try to get a look as what you do, but if you’re private about it he would be respectful. Lucifer doesn’t enjoy when people step over his boundaries, and wouldn’t want to do that he you. He knows enough about artists to understand that ones work is personal.

- when he does get to see what you make he will be internally blown away, but outwardly just ask questions about your process. Trying to figure out if there is symbolism you are drawn to, or what you were trying to capture. There is always a little more to art than just the subject.

- if you want to continue being a professional artist in the Devildom he would be a great support. Would give you advice on who to contact and what venues would be best for your work. He seems to have had the information all prepared. He wouldn’t flex his power too much because he wants this to be your own effort, but is happy to help if you want it. 

- At shows he’s a an easy presence besides you. Though he likes to be admired. he knows when to step back at let you shine. If nerves catch your tongue or the social work becomes to much. Lucifer will step in with smooth answers. He knows your work backwards and forwards. So can easily answer any question a patron might have. 

Keep reading

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Moments at House of lamentation

Pairing: there's no specific pairing, it's mainly about brothers. You can consider mc as poly in this one, also mc is gender neutral.

Genre: SFW

Warnings: fluff, didn't proofread

Synopsis: Heartwarming moments/incidents you are allowed to witness at house of lamentation but aren't allowed to talk about ever. (These are more or less small headcanons I imagined instead of doing my assignment;;;)

Lucifer keeps the lights of corridor on at night and door of his bedroom open. Mainly for Mammon. Avatar of greed gets frequent nightmares and is afraid of darkness, whenever he is scared he would just climb up Lucifer's bed without making any sound and curl up there trembling. Lucifer would occasionally give him headpats till he fall asleep.

One night when you and Lucifer were sharing bed, Mammon came shaking because of a bad dream and you both made him sleep in your middle and hugged him till he fell asleep.

Whenever Mammon wins a gamble or bet, he secretly buys things for his brothers and sneaks in their rooms to leave those there.

No one in entire Devildom is allowed to speak ill about Mammon other than his brothers, if someone does they will be skinned alive by other six avatars of sins.

After getting strung up from ceiling or getting tortured by Cerberus as a punishment, Mammon always finds pain reliever and ointments in his desk's drawer.

Lucifer recieves six anonymous cards on mother's day and father's day both. He has kept all of them safe in his hidden Stash.

Whenever you are busy, Levi drags Mammon with him in his every rendezvous because Other than you He's most comfortable around Mammon.

Whenever there's a gathering Lucifer always give headpats to Levi before going, transferring a little bit of his sin to him because he knows how much insecure Levi feels in crowded places.

Asmodeus always hugs his brothers(including you) before any of their big events, rubbing his charms off on them secretly.

Satan has bought injured and dying animals several times and nursed them with Mammon,Asmo and You.

Several times Belphie has written his brother's assignments for them.

One family movie night is a must within interval of 15 days. No matter whatever everyone is doing, they will join.

Sometimes when Lucifer falls asleep in his desk due to overworking and exhaustion, he has found his remaining work done in the next morning with a lingering presence of wrath in his room.

Satan visits Cerberus secretly every night with treats in hopes of being friends with him. Once Cerberus fell sick and Satan cried entire day until Lucifer brought the four legged back on the next morning and Cerberus jumped on satan licking him to oblivion.

Whenever Beel hears any new food his brothers or you have fallen for, on the next morning you would get that on breakfast table. Fresh and homemade.

Once Lucifer cooked pudding for everyone as desert but neither you not he could taste it himself because the six of his brothers faught eachother and finished everything before he could eat it himself. While doing the dishes at night he licked the serving spoon to get a taste of his pudding and realised he had accidentally put salt in pudding instead of sugar.

As a child Satan used to enact as Lucifer infront of mirror with a spare Cape of him. Now whenever he gets episodes and you aren't around to calm him, he hugs that Cape to calm himself.

Whenever Asmo designs something new, he would first send it to Levi for his opinion. If Levi approves then Asmo sends it to his consecutive customer.

Belphie has charmed Lucifer several times to sleep to save him from collapsing.

Once Beel was extremely upset after losing a match that he refused to eat dinner and cried entire evening in his room. That night everyone watched comedy movie in a cuddle pile till Beel fell asleep.

Whenever Lucifer buys souvenirs from a new place, he always buys 8 in total.

Beel always goes to Lucifer's room before sleeping at night to remind him to take medicines.

Majority of the time in Asmo's fashion shows, show stopper is Mammon.

Whenever any of his brothers are upset, Levi forces them to play with him just to lose intentionally to make his brothers feel better.

Everyone has a secret folder/stash in their rooms or DDDs only filled with goofy family photos.

Lucifer has a drawer filled with his brother's childhood toys and some significant clothes. He cherishes them more than any jewel.

I may or may write bigger headcanons based on these small ones sometime but for now these are all I've got.

Thank you so much for reading, stay healthy and safe 💜

Taglist: @mammonprotectionsquad <3

[wrathandgreed]

I need this. I need it bloomed. Help.

um. sir 🧍

[wrathandgreed]

Guide: Mammon's B'day '21

It's the second born's birthday, which means it's time to dig out the calculators and work out what we need to do to get his birthday UR.

The amount of event points needed to get the UR is 8000 - which is the same amount that Lucifer cost this year on his birthday.

It appears that second birthday URs will cost 8000, while first birthday URs (ie those of the former side characters) will cost 7500.

As appears to be standard for birthday events now, we have a split path on the second page, with one route requiring keys to be unlocked.

To spend the least amount on this event and get the UR, you should unlock all battles on the first day or as soon as you can.

Otherwise, it will cost you more to attain the required total of 8000.

🥳 First Day Actions

The final battle on the top path is 2-19, with 9 battles in total on that path including 2-1. 8 of them (not the boss battle) give keys as rewards that unlock the story parts.

The key drop per battle is 1-2 keys. Because of this slight random change in the drop, the number of D-energy cans required to fully unlock the top path WILL VARY.

It takes 110 keys to fully unlock the top path.

It can take anything from 10 (if all drops are 2) to around 16 (randomised drops) D-energy drinks to fully unlock the top path.

Remember that you also use your 5 extra battles via watching ads on the key battles until that path is unlocked, and Mammon's Birthday Completion Rewards in To Do awards a further 15 keys.

In the same Completion Rewards you can also earn 3 D-Energy drinks.

Cost so far: 10-16 D-Energy drinks

🥳 Daily Actions

The number of event reward items you can collect every day - on a fully unlocked event - is based on there being 26 battle stages in total.

26 battle stages x 3 battles each = 78 battles

Add 5 extra battles from ads = 83 battles

(This is the standard number of battles per event)

With an award of 12 event reward items per battles: 12 x 83 = 996

Event is 7 days : 996 x 7 = 6972 points

🥳 Extra Actions

Note: the following need only be done once, not every day!

Add the 200 event reward items from To Do: 6972 + 200 = 7172

UR requires 8000 so deficit is: 8000 - 7172 = 828

We need an extra 828 event items.

Divide this by 12 per battle: 828/12 = 69 extra battles

69 extra battles are required!

Each D-Energy drink gives 3 battles: 69/3 = 23 D-Energy drinks

Remember! You will complete some of these extra battles when replaying stages to unlock the top path!

So the amount of D-Energy we used before is INCLUDED in this total.

Total cost thus far: 23 D-Energy drinks

🥳 D-Energy Required Total

In the Pop Quiz Rewards, you can see that during the event we will be awarded 14 D-Energy drinks, and on the To Do page we are given an additional 3 for meeting that condition.

After replenishment, we will need: 23 - 17

The required total is: 6 D-Energy

🥳 DP Required Total

(ONLY if you have no D-Energy)

If you run out of D-Energy, the cost per 3 extra battles is 5 DP

If you have no D-Energy, the total cost will be: 69/3 x 5 = 115 DP

In Pop Quiz Rewards, during the event we will be awarded 30 DP

Additionally, on the day of Mammon's birthday we get 30 DP

Adjusted total is: 115 - 30 - 30 = 55 DP

🥳 AP Required Total

The final cost is the AP required for these extra battles. The To Do page has 100 AP as a reward for unlocking 15 spaces on the birthday SR awarded in the pop quiz at 1200 points.

The event itself gives out 375 AP

The event also gave a 200 AP release gift in Mail.

However, you will probably need this AP for the daily battles (unless you saved from the last event!).

The 69 extra battles require: 69 x 8 = 552 AP

If we take into account the above: 552 - 200 - 375 - 100 = -123 AP

Aka, a profit of 123 AP. But as I said, that AP is probably needed for the regular number of daily battles.

AP costs 1 DP per 10 AP

The required total is: 56 DP

Note: the special deals in Akuzon are NOT worth it. The 200 AP for 10 DP deal that pops up every 12 hours IS worth it.

🥳 Final Notes

In total we need to spend 6 D-Energy drinks and 56 DP to get Mammon's UR.

The cost of this event UR is the same as Lucifer's birthday UR this year. The side characters who are having their first birthday have birthday URs that cost less. I don't know why.

The event is 7 days long technically. Because it begins and ends around 14 and 15 hours BEFORE the daily reset. The first day and last day are thus only 14 and 15 hours long.

If you didn't unlock the path on day one, do it today! That will still save you a lot of D-Energy and/or DP.

Unlike Lucifer's birthday event this year, Mammon's has no potentially triggering content. It's a very wholesome and sweet story on both paths of the event.

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If I can, I'll be writing a little more about Mammon's birthday event regarding the actual story, but I really enjoyed the event and I'm pleasantly surprised 🥰

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[wrathandgreed]

This sideblog has gotten way more of my interest than my main blog, so I’ve created a second main. I want to be able to converse with people, and I want to expand from just OM content. I’ll probably still be active here, but I’ll be posting my new stuff on @otome-crow from here on out.

It’s also a place to catalog my stuff, so allllll of my content here will be reblogged there. And I’ll be re-following all my peeps :)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #moving blogs

[wrathandgreed]

Thank you soooo much!! It’s really nice to hear when someone likes something I wrote!

Re: the Satan thing, I wrote this when I was relatively new to the game :) If I were to write it again, I’d probably focus more on Satan’s control, like a “go into the woods and punch trees until he felt better” kind of thing.

(I hope requests are still open) So ive been thinking. How about the brothers reaction to MC taking a large step away from them when ever one of them raises their hand up. It could be as simple as a high five. MC used to be in a abusive relationship and is paranoid about getting hit

Note: (For the record, I don’t know if you sent me this on purpose - I’ve never done requests; I’ve literally just put out my very first OM headcanons. But I figured I could try. I’ve never been in an abusive relationship, but a number of my friends have. I really hope I can do this one respect - if anything about this is not on the level, please let me know! Also, if I missed a trigger warning in the tags, or tagged this wrong, let me know. Also, for the record, I tend to like soft!Brothers and I really wanted them to try and be better - not put the onus on MC to “get over it” or anything.)

Second note: After writing this, I’m not sure that most of these guys would be a good choice for an abuse survivor! 

Third note: I am NOT good at keeping things short and, as usual, I went overboard with Asmodeus. Like, it should be its own fic at this point. But write what you want to read, right?

Warnings: references to domestic abuse, both physical and verbal. References to suicide baiting. Uncensored swearing.

~5K words

Lucifer

A strange choice; his perfectionism and exacting behavior sometimes make you remember how it was back in the human world; everything had to be JUST SO….or else.

And he’s threatened to kill you. Twice.

But there’s something inherently decent about him - and you live for the rare moments he laughs.

His perfectionism usually isn’t even about you, so you just kind of….ignore it.

You’re doing some of your RAD homework in Lucifer’s study.

It’s quiet there.

And, while he won’t do the work for you, he’ll definitely help when you’re stuck.

Also you can give him tea and soothing when he (inevitably)  gets upset at his paperwork - Mammon’s bills, Asmo’s bills, Satan’s bills (hey, dark magic books are expensive).

You start hearing the shifting and muttering that herald the beginning of the rant.

You gather the tea and walk towards his desk.

“Devil’s sake!” Lucifer suddenly snaps out, slamming hand on his desk as he reads yet another ridiculous piece of paper.

It’s not at you, the anger isn’t at you, you KNOW it’s not at you, but you freeze anyway.

Slammed hands on desks, punched holes in walls, hands on you, always hands - 

The cup of tea hits the floor and you’re out of the room before Lucifer can even look up.

He’s seen it all in your paperwork - the police reports, the restraining order, the lists of injuries - so he puts it all together before his study door closes behind you.

He knows better than to go after you immediately. You’ll want some solitude, some quiet on your own, to steady yourself a little.

If he goes after you now, it might frighten you more. Looks like hunting.

You need to know he’s calm, that he’s not acting or reacting out of emotion.

He takes his time cleaning up the spilled tea, straightening his papers.

When he shows up at your room, he has a mug of hot chocolate.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything. You made a mess in his study, and he’s such a stickler for everything being neat. He was angry before, but he’ll be even more angry now.

“No, I’m sorry,” he returns, and offers you the chocolate.

(You blink once. Has the Avatar of Pride ever apologized before? If so, it was never in your hearing.)

The two of you talk quietly for a time. He insists that you don’t need to apologize - ever. He insists that, while he appreciates the tea-and-break routine, it’s 100% not your responsibility to control his anger. It’s his. He says that his anger isn’t good for him anyway (just look at Satan) and he needs to take a break when that hot feeling starts. 

Maybe he should start scheduling breaks; setting timers on his D.D.D. so that he no longer works long enough at once to let it all get to him.

He doesn’t want you afraid of him.

Mammon

Mammon is pretty much the only demon who HASN’T threatened your life. He often sounds irritated, but he’s never even sounded angry at you.

If anything, he’s a mush and an abuse victim himself. So he gets where you’re coming from, and tries really hard.

So you shouldn’t be afraid of him.

But….he moves too quickly. He’s constantly jumping from one idea to another, one topic to another, one emotion to another. And that’s just emotionally.

You can’t trust where his hands will be. Ever. And that’s not a sex thing.

Sometimes, his protection of you makes you feel safe. If anyone hurts you, Mammon will hurt them a thousand times worse.

He’s funny, and his hands on you are gentle, and once you tell him about your past, he tries really hard not to go back to his “stupid human” habit, because it hurts your feelings.

But sometimes, his protection feels like obsession. Why were you talking to that guy? C’mere, you’re MY human.

Then, inevitably, the tug on your hand or arm or waist, pulling you closer.

It starts simply enough.

You’re playing video games in his room. He’s not as much of a gamer as Levi, but he enjoys them.

Especially ones where you can be competitive or drive cars really fast.

He’s been getting more and more excited, coiled like a spring. And it’s from enjoyment, not anger, but that level of energy, in your experience, explodes at some point.

You get quieter, but that only makes him more boisterous. He wants you to join in the fun! C’mon MC, did you see that?! It was awesome!

After a really impressive win, he shouts in triumph and suddenly his hand is in front of your face for a high-five.

You recoil and hit the floor, crab-crawling backwards before you can stop yourself.

His look of complete confusion, in different circumstances, might be funny. He actually looks at his hand like he doesn’t recognize it.

He drops to the floor too, “Babe? What’s wrong? Y’okay?” And he reaches out a hand towards you.

When you flinch, he gets it.

He sits on the floor, stuttering out apologies, not even finishing one sentence before starting another. He makes sure he’s cross-legged, leaning back on his hands - non threatening, leaning away, hands not hidden, but not prominent, and in a position it would take him time to move from. 

When you start crying, he can’t maintain that pose and crawls towards you, pulling you into a hug.

If you resist, you know he’ll let you go. And that’s why you just curl into him instead, crying out on his shoulder while he holds you close - but not tightly.

“I jus’ need ya to talk to me….let me know if I’m gettin’ to be too much. I know I’m loud. Just….. jus’ remind me, I’ll never be mad.”

Leviathan

Boy already has anger problems.

Envy’s kind of prone to it, you know?

On the one hand, he literally attacked you over a piece of TSL memorabilia.

On the other, he’s generally harmless the rest of the time.

He’s meek and shy and terrified of touching you - so, 95% of the time, you feel super safe with him.

When you wake with a nightmare, when something jump-starts your fear response, he talks you through it, easily abandoning whatever game or anime he’s involved in.

He’ll only touch you when you ask, or when you reach for him first.

But then there’s the MMOs.

You know you should leave when he starts getting mad. Not in a victim-blame sense, but for your own mental health it’s probably not a good idea to be around him when he raids.

He ALWAYS gets mad.

You’re sitting in his room, so involved in your handheld that you forget it’s his raiding night.

(Usually you make study plans with Satan, or shopping plans with Asmo on his raiding nights. You don’t want him to give them up; he enjoys them, but it’s not good for you to be around.)

After finally completing a tough level, you pop your headphones off just in time to hear Levi swear loudly.

You go still as a string of swear-filled trash talk fills the room. Things you’d never expect shy, needy Levi to say. 

You know it really is just trash-talk - the threats of violence are just too absurd. Rip off their arms and use their own fingers to bowl their skull like a bowling ball? Really?

Also this is LEVI. Levi? The demon who needed you to taunt Mammon about his credit card because he couldn’t do it himself? He might be Admiral of Hell’s Navy and all, but he’s not exactly threatening.

You get to your feet, a little shaken but ready to just walk out of the room. It’s raid night, and this is why you don’t hang out on raid nights. You’re not comfortable around other people’s anger.

You’re halfway across the room when Levi suddenly shouts in frustration and throws his controller on the floor.

And you’re out the door.

Levi just glimpses you as he’s reaching to pick up his miraculously-unshattered controller from the floor.

“Henry?” He calls out, just a second too late.

With only one moment of hesitation, he logs out of his raid and goes to follow you.

You had less than ten seconds head start, but it takes him almost twenty minutes to find you, sitting out in the garden, gazing at nothing.

“MC?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to sneak up on you.

A single blink, and the tiniest flash of fear - he left his game to follow you. 

Calculation: extreme concern - or extreme anger. 

Conclusion: Undetermined.

So you wait.

“Are you ok?”

Okay, so not mad. “Aren’t you raiding?” You ask, instead of answering. You’re not ok, but you’re also not in the mood to talk about it.

“I, uh, h-had a, uh, power outage?” Even he doesn’t sound convinced, and you snort. Levi only has three modes: simple, stuttering, and verbose. Thankfully he goes with simple. “You ran out. I was worried.”

You debate brushing his concern off, but he deserves better than that.

“I’m not good with anger. Even if it’s not directed at me.”

“Oh.” Levi pauses as he considers. He knows the basics of what’s happened. “I - I mean, I could, you know, NOT - “

“No,” you say quickly and lean in to kiss his cheek. “You don’t have to change anything. Do your raids, make stupid threats to stupid players. Just….warn me to leave first?”

Levi nods, but he skips the rest of his raid to stargaze with you in the garden, arms wrapped around you from behind as he points out different Devildom stars and constellations to you. You get a lecture on how Devildom stars are used in Devildom sailing. It’s actually kind of interesting.

Satan

Okay, seriously? The Avatar of Wrath? Author speaking here, I literally can’t picture a worse combination than an MC who’s still recovering from domestic abuse to date the AVATAR OF WRATH.

Like, yeah, he has good control over himself, but he also loses his temper in a moment’s notice.

He has CANONICALLY tortured people for calling him strange.

He flips out with no warning and destroys parts of the house and his brothers just let him do it because he’s too powerful to control when he rages.

I can absolutely see MC falling for the quiet intelligence, the consideration, and so forth, but witnessing one (1) single rage should be enough to tell them that this relationship won’t be good for their mental health.

Let’s not even talk about the (again, canonical) desire for domination, power play, pet play, etc, that kind of defines our boy.

I mean, I love Satan. Out of all the bros, he’s the only one I could imagine legit dating in real life.

But I’m a little ball of rage myself, and I have no problem with anger, mine or anyone else’s.

And the fandom (including me) can totally play cute and love on their “soft little angy boi” all they want, and he definitely has soft, sensitive sides, and I may actively choose to ignore the whole domination/power play/etc when I fic or headcanon because I really love soft!Satan….. but he’s not.

I can’t even make a headcanon, because I cannot picture a situation in which this is actually GOOD for MC.

Because no matter how hard he’ll try and control it, and how much his rage probably won’t be directed at them, I just keep picturing “It won’t happen again” except it will, and it’ll just wind up being flashbacks to the number of times “It won’t happen again” ended in black eyes or an ER visit back in the human world.

And MC walking on eggshells for eternity to avoid setting him off, and how is that healthy?

Asmodeus

Another decent choice for MC, at least on the surface.

King of consent over here, at least how I picture him. Especially for someone he cares about.

Always accepts “no” about literally anything. Don’t want sex? We’ll cuddle. Cuddling a little confining? Holding hands is cool. Really don’t want to be touched at all right now? Gossip and tea! 

You were coming to really care about the Avatar of Lust, and you believed what Simeon said about him - how much he desperately needed love and affection. You got it; you needed some, too. 

I mean, even if he’d been a bit of a jerk, he’d warmed up significantly since the pact, so new that it still burned on your skin, was formed.

But even Asmodeus wasn’t without faults. However much he focuses on love, he can sometimes, really be….mean.

You’re standing on a balcony in Diavolo’s castle, having escaped for a few moments.

He’d always been catty, gossipy, filled with drama, but the genuine affection and likability of him sometimes made you ignore it.

His constant mocking of Luke you could put down to the whole angel/demon conflict. 

His occasional snapping or poking at his brothers you could put down to being stuck in the same house with the same people for literal eons.

The only thing that might make up for your awful existence is if you just ended it.

The words haunt you as you stand looking up at Devildom’s endless nighttime.

How many times did you hear similar words yourself? How useless you were, how much of a burden, no way you’d survive on your own without him, and he didn’t even want you that much. Why didn’t you just go kill yourself?

Dammit, you think to yourself as Asmo steps out on to the balcony.

“Darling! Why are you out here all alone? Or are you waiting for some company?”

When he goes to put his arms around you, you just say “no.” Simply, quietly, emotionlessly.

Asmo circles around to look at you. “Something wrong, sweetness?”

You take a breath. Another. You consider swallowing it, again, don’t want to start a fight. Back down, put on a smile, ignore it.

But realize you can’t. You spent years dealing with this crap, and you’re not going to do it again.

“You’re mean, Azzy.” Your voice is quieter than you expected. You look up into the demon’s eyes. To his credit, he looks deeply confused and, as you take a step away from him, hurt. Before he can open his mouth, you continue, “How could you say that to Mammon?”

“Are you defending MAMMON?” He asks, torn between incredulity and anger.

“Right now? Yes. But also Luke, Lucifer, and everyone else you talk shit to. Or about. He’s your brother. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that out of someone you love?”

Dismissively, “Oh, if it actually bothered him, he’d - “

“What? Beat you up? That’s not like him. So he takes it. And takes it, and takes it, until, because it’s all he hears, he believes it. And then why fight back? Why defend yourself, if you’re such a piece of shit? You deserve it, after all, right?”

You don’t even realize it, but you’re crying by this point. And you’re mad. All the mad you couldn’t fling at your abuser before is filling you now. You don’t even know if you’re talking about Mammon or yourself anymore. Maybe both of you.

“And even though he’s beaten down, you keep going. When he won’t respond to the usual anymore, when that doesn’t seem to hurt him, rile him up, you go worse. You told your brother, who you claim to love, to kill himself. We’re barely even friends. So what happens when I annoy you? Should I just go die now, save you the trouble of telling me to do it later?”

You step right up to him, into his personal space, almost nose to nose, and stare directly into his red-yellow eyes. “Is this who you are, Asmodeus?”

Asmo has gone from defensive; incredulous and angry, to baffled, hurt and worried in just a few minutes. But at your last, pointed question, he jerks his head back as though you slapped him. Not knowing what to say or do, he reaches for you again, but you dodge his hand and brush past him back into the castle.

You get Solomon, the only one who won’t ask questions, to switch rooms with you. (Luke is thrilled; teaching him to play gin rummy actually cheers you up a little.)

For a few weeks, you and Asmodeus pass each other in the House without speaking.  Then, one evening, there’s a knock on your door and Asmo slides into your room.

He looks….well, not awful; he could never look awful. But the glow is gone from his skin and, unless you’re mistaken, he hasn’t bothered doing his hair. He looks like he’s missed some sleep.

You look up from your homework and watch him. Silently. It’s not your job to fill the silence anymore.

More than most of them, Asmo despises being vulnerable. But it’s fix this or not, and the pact is pushing him to be on good terms. At least, he blames the pact. It’s easier than acknowledging how much the weeks of silence have worn on him. How awful it was watching you walk to class with Mammon instead of him. 

And no matter what, he values honesty in his relationships, no matter what kind of relationship. So he would be honest.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly.

Lean back in your chair, hands folded. Waiting.

“I don’t know….if that’s who I am. Maybe it is.”

“Why are you here, Asmo? What do you want?”

“I want you to stop ignoring me!”

Steady face. “I spent too many years having someone talk to me the way you spoke to your brother. The rest of it - the gossip, the side comments, the cattiness…. it’s not your best side. In fact, it’s pretty unattractive when it’s mean, but I could handle it. But I can’t handle cruelty. I don’t want to be around it anymore.”

A pause. “What is my best side then?”

Disgusted, you chuck a pen in his direction. “Fuck’s sake, Asmo. Get out.”

“No! Not, not that. If that’s my bad side, the **unattractive** part, then what’s the other half?”

You search his face, but he doesn’t seem to be fishing for compliments. If anything, he looks….lost. Confused. And you wonder if anyone’s ever said anything to him, good or bad, about who he was; not what he looked like or how he fucked. 

It’s not your responsibility to psychoanalyze a demon, you think to yourself. But you’re not someone to walk away. You wonder how it’s possible for someone to be thousands of years old, and know less about themselves than you know about yourself in just a few decades. And you have nothing to lose by being kind.

“You can be wonderfully kind, Asmo, and generous. You want to see the beauty in everyone and everything. As nasty as you can be with it, I’ll give you points for honesty. You connect with people, and the times you’re actually genuinely interested in them is….charming.”

He’s silent for a few minutes. Then he nods, as if he’s made a decision. “Okay. Tomorrow, after RAD, do you want to go for bubble tea?” At your confusion, he just smiles and continues, “It’s like skin care, isn’t it? Attractiveness requires effort, darling, until it becomes habit. If I want to be attractive inside as well as out, I’ll have to practice the good things, so they outweigh the bad. I can’t do that alone. I need a practice partner who won’t tolerate failure, right? At least until it’s habit.”

You feel your entire brain have to reboot before you can give a coherent response. 

“Tomorrow. One hour. I have papers due.” You wait until he leaves your room before you smile.

Beelzebub

Probably the best choice for this MC.

The most emotionally intelligent of his brothers.

Also the most sincerely kind and gentle.

But also, like Satan, prone to sudden outbursts and rages. They’re all food-related (or, rather, lack-of-food-related), but they’re there.

A smart MC always carries snacks while dating Beel. Phone, wallet, keys, fried bat wings.

Strangely, though, the food-induced rages don’t really bother you. It’s not anger, really, and it’s never once been directed at you. And, unlike back in the human world, there’s a concrete way to help: feed him.

Today you have a whole backpack full of snacks.

You’re with Belphie, watching one of Beel’s games at RAD.

(You’re not sure Belphie wants to be there, but you’re not allowed out alone, and Belphie decided to take you - keep you safe and support his brother. Two birds, one Belphie.)

Belphie tends to nap against your shoulder any time the ref goes to make a call, but he’s somehow always awake to clap for his brother. 

(You stand on your chair and cheer, but that’s you.)

The game is a close one; double overtime. Even Belphie is too tense to sleep towards the end.

And at the end of double overtime, Beel manages the single extra goal that results in victory.

You cheer yourself hoarse for your demon boyfriend.

The whole stadium is crazy, so you hang back and wait. Belphie hates crowds and you’re not keen on them yourself. It’s going to take awhile for Beel to make it through the crowd to you anyway.

You’re standing in the aisle, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly there’s a loud shout and arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up.

You gasp, and your scream strangles in your throat so what comes out of you is nothing more than a squeak. Your phone goes flying.

You’re frozen for a moment as panic surges. You want to fight and you’re fighting your own brain to push the panic into your limbs so you can fight for yourself.

You vaguely feel a tugging and you hear someone - Belphie? - insisting that you be put down and then your feet are on the ground but there’s no such thing as your legs and you start to fall before the same arms help you gently sit. The ground is gross, but you’ll only care about the damage to your skirt later.

Everything is fuzzy and confusing; you’re not even sure of what you’re looking at until your vision is filled with blue and violet.

You know that swirl of color. That’s a SAFE color, and you start feeling your poor brain start to work again.

You blink into your boyfriend’s blue-violet eyes; you realize he’s cupping your face with his hands and the weird underwater noises start to sound like his voice. You realize, very belatedly, that what probably happened was Beel lifting you up in a victory hug.

“M’okay,” you say, but it sounds robotic. It takes a few more seconds - you don’t know how many - for all of your senses and brain to actually begin working in sync again. You start hearing the sounds of the crowd departing the stadium, and you hear Beel continuing to say your name and trying to get you to answer questions. You almost smile; but smiling wouldn’t make any sense.

“I’m okay,” you say, and you must sound a little more convincing this time because Beel looks relieved. He shoots a few more questions at you, and you realize they’re the kinds of questions people get asked when someone thinks they have a concussion or head trauma.

Your answers satisfy him, so Beel helps you to your feet. 

“What was that?” He asks. “Low blood sugar? Are you hungry?”

You have to smile at his very-typical diagnosis. A little sugar wouldn’t hurt, though. For some reason, eating grounds you after something like this. You dig a chocolate bar out of your Backpack of Snacks (Snackpack?) and hand the rest to him.

He impatiently takes a bag of chips out of it but doesn’t open it. He looks at you expectantly and you realize he won’t eat until you do. So you take a bite of the chocolate and he looks more relieved.

“So what the fuck WAS that?” Belphie asks as the three of you move towards the exit.

“Later.” You haven’t yet found a reason to really tell Beel (and, by extension, Belphegor) about everything. You do later that night. 

Beel swears he’ll never surprise you like that again. He’s a lot more cautious about touching you for a few days, but eventually things go back to normal between you.

Belphegor

Author note: Dude fucking murdered you, deliberately, in cold blood, and taunted you for your gentleness and desire to help as you died. But let’s say you can get past that - or try to. Probably the second-worst choice, after Satan, for this reason.

You started dating Belphie for the strangest reason: you could trash-talk the shit out of him.

He kept trying to be around you after you made the pact (which, let’s face it, you made so you could MAKE SURE he never hurt you again). Until, after politely dodging him wasn’t working, you told him to take his emo-boy routine and fuck off somewhere else.

You flinched, waiting for retaliation, but he just blinked at you and told you to stop being a brat.

And he was smiling.

But it wasn’t a mean smile - it was a smile that shared the joke.

Your lips quivered into a returning smile, and you threw another insult at him.

He topped it, and hurled one back.

Before you knew it, the two of you were screaming obscenities at each other in the middle of the common room and laughing like hyenas.

For some reason, Belphie calling you a dumb bitch wasn’t an insult. It was a mark of endearment. And it didn’t hurt your feelings or make you afraid.

It was empowering to call him a dickhead if he did something you didn’t like and have him simply laugh and amend his behavior. Nothing bothered him.

He didn’t move quickly; in fact he didn’t move at all if he could help it.

But you would remember, sometimes, the way his hands felt on your throat, or how cold his eyes had been. And you couldn’t say it was a momentary madness, because he’d planned it. He’d been imprisoned because he wanted to kill humanity.

You put it out of your mind. It was something you were good at, after all.

Until the two of you sat down to watch a movie one evening. A simple plot hole sparked a discussion that wound up being….not an argument, but definitely a difference of opinion.

As usual, insults were flying fast and furious when suddenly Belphie laughed and smacked you with his pillow.

It wasn’t an angry move, and it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t a hard blow at all! But the surprise had you falling back on the couch. And the fear had you curling into a ball, arms wrapped around your head protectively, legs curled up to guard your middle.

There is dead silence.

“Hey, Brat?” Belphie asks. When you don’t answer, he calls your name instead.

You slowly, very slowly, begin to uncurl yourself from your position. It takes time for the residual fear to leave, but enough is gone to leave room for embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” you mutter. 

“I get it,” is the answer.

Cue awkward silence.

“I figured you were still afraid of me.”

“I’m not!” When he just stares blandly at you, you sigh. “Okay, a little. If you wanted to hurt me - again - you’ve had a ton of opportunities. So I don’t think you want to. But…..”

“It’s a hard thing to get over.”

“Yeah. And not just you.” Hesitantly, you start to tell him. You want to just give him the basics, but once you start talking, you can’t seem to stop. He doesn’t interrupt, barely seems to blink, just watches you. A blank vessel to help you empty the poison that fills you sometimes.

You see his jaw tighten as you go on, but you know the anger isn’t at you.

When you finish, he’s silent for a few moments. Then he gathers you up to him. “I’ll never hurt you,” he says.

You look up at him with the same bland look he gave you a moment ago.

“Again,” he amends. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

You let out a watery laugh and he hugs you a bit tighter.

“You’re still a brat, though.”