How Do You Say

How do you say…

They react to the fact you can speak another language. So sorry if this isn’t really accurate or that good, I just had the idea and seemingly needed to write it down! Other brothers will come later, in order. As well as side characters!

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Lucifer

Lucifer already knew that you could speak another language , considering he had gone through your files when he was selecting you as an exchange student.

Though he didn’t exactly pay this information any attention, that is until he heard you speaking this language. The first time he heard the words coming from your lips he was quite stunned. What did you say?

Nonetheless, he is quite amazed at the fact you can speak another language and if you can speak multiple, his pride in you just skyrockets.

In my opinion, he would most likely be able to speak a multitude of other languages, hell, there’s probably a spell to understand and speak different languages in the devildom.

Yet you, someone who has learnt and understood a different language and did so without any form of magic— more likely just hours of memorising grammar rules, pronunciation and translation, isn’t it obvious that he’s going to show you off?

At parties hosted by Diavolo, occasionally you can hear your name uttered by lucifer, a grin on his face—undoubtedly he is boasting about you.

He also does love to hear you speak it, how the pronunciation rolls off your tongue, how you annunciate the vowels, anything really about it.

What stunned you however , is how one day whilst you were watching a series in said language lucifer appeared and sat on the couch next to you. Then he began to speak and that’s when your emotions turned into a mix of stunned and impressed.

If your ears didn’t deceive you, you heard lucifer speaking in your language, fluently it seemed. ‘What are you watching?’ Was uttered , a soft chuckle following afterwards at the sight of your raised eyebrows and confused expression.

Afterward, he explains how it was just a temporary spell he used to speak the language for a period of time. Once he asked you to teach him some of your language and he got the hang of it almost instantly.

Mammon

The way mammon found out is when you were stuck on dinner duty and he was helping , you had needed to ask him to pass something when the word couldn’t translate into English in your head.

‘Whatcha need me to get then?’ He asks, heading to the kitchen cabinets

‘The, uh, the thingy’

‘What’d ya mean the ‘thingy’?’

‘You know…the thing that’s used to season stuff’

‘You’re gonna need to be more specific... There’s about twenty-somethin’ things that could be that ‘thingy’’

‘Get me the chili flakes’ you say, though ‘chili flakes’ is said in your language. He looks back at you, even more confused. Finally, you give up and head to the cabinets pulling out the chili flakes.

‘Yo, that’s not what they’re called , is it?’

And then the realisation that you were speaking in a different language set in but he was still a little confused ‘why’d ya say it in a different language if you don’t speak another…YA SPEAK ANOTHER LANGUAGE?’

I mean, I feel like pride is one of the things that all the brothers would feel when learning this piece of info. Mammon is very much enjoying the fact that you, his human was fluent in a different language , by Lord Diavolo he was absolutely thrilled. Could he somehow market this , let’s see… translator maybe? Well, then he realised he’d have to share your ability with the world and hid din takes over. No one’s gonna hear you speak this other language other than him, ya hear?

Though, his efforts to hide this from his brothers are all ruined when he accidentally spills it whilst in conversation over the dinner you’d just made. Actually, it wasn’t like you were keeping this a secret, mammon was but well, that didn’t go as he planned.

Needless to say he is very excited to hear you speak it,finding your pronunciation and you in general ‘decent enough’ (he means incredibly attractive) and frequently asks questions like

‘How do you say lucifer needs to gimme more money for allowance?’ Or ‘how’d ya say *insert swear word/profanity*’

I also feel like he’d be the type of person to ask ‘how do you say my name in your langauge’ as if it wouldn’t be the same 😭😭

He had had a case in which when he was mad / irritated at one of his brothers he swore at them only in said language and after he was done cussing them out, burst your door open and with his hands on his hips and a devious grin on his face.

‘What did you do?’ Is the first thing uttered from your lips when you saw him

Hii!!

General rules for my blog , I will write for obey me, the most of the Ikemen series and court of darkness.

No smut ( sorry im uncomfortable with writing it 😭) but I’m down to write angst , fluff and whatever.

guys one of my friends keeps on being repeatedly racist to me and not even in a funny way😣😣😣

Messages for Barbatos's birthday!

wanted to practice drawing different ethnic features so have the bois (my own hcs)

Sweet dreams ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

I was bored so I wrote a fic, just a bunch of fluff! A very short summary :You fall asleep whilst lucifer is working^^

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Lucifer’s room was filled with a deafening silence, perhaps the only sign of life in the room was the scratching of a fountain pen or an occasional flipping of paperwork along with various other documents that were engulfing lucifer’s desk . An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he gazed at the time shown on the clock, it was already 1 in the morning and he was still not done with half of the lot. Nonetheless he trudged on, a hand supporting his forehead as he wrote pages upon pages of paragraphs and signed numerous documents.

The time read 1:33AM on the clock. The avatar of pride was so engrossed in his duties that he didn’t even realise his door being gently pushed open by none other than you. Peeking your head in, you notice how intensely he is working and make an attempt to sneak away. Unfortunately, as soon as you were about to leave, he spotted you.

‘MC’ he began, his voice deep and laced with fatigue.

‘Is something the matter?’ He continued , looking up from his paperwork and taking his glasses off to polish the lenses

Your gaze sifts from him then to his work and figuring it would be best not to trouble him at such an hour, you consider making up some half-hearted excuse and leaving. Though looking at him once more and seeing his pale complexion and his eye bags ,which were like deep trenches, make you think otherwise.

‘Would you like me to help? You look , in the nicest way possible, extremely worn-out. How about a short break?’ You suggested

He shook his head at the proposal.

‘I’m afraid most of this needs to be done by tomorrow—or more accurately today’ he corrected himself , remembering the time on the clock.

‘Though your company would be appreciated’ he added. The eldest was awfully aware of the soothing effect you had on him, what a strange sensation it was in his heart.

And so, he motions for you to come in fully, telling you to sit in a chair—he doesn’t mind which.

Sitting down into one of the plush chairs the room faded into pin-drop silence once more. You scanned the interior of his room; bottles of aged demonus on shelves, paintings and records of various music genres lined up neatly. Your attention is caught by these records as an idea pops into your head.

‘Could I play one of these, perhaps it could help you relax or concentrate on work?’ You suggest, pointing at the rack

He cranes his head backwards and after a pause , he nodsand with a charming smile ‘that would be nice’ escapes from his lips.

So, you reach over and contort your position ever so slightly to reach his records. You flip through them, sirens songs, concertos and opera arias , until finally you find one titled ‘the lamia’s lullaby’. You proceed to take it out and begin to play it.

The melody echoing through the room is soft and gentle, alluring like a sirens song though with a tone sweeter than any of the angel’s cupcakes. Music dances through the air as your eyes begin to grow weary and your mind begins to drift to dreamland, a yawn emerging from you. Your head rests into the plush of the seat and your eyes flutter close.

Upon noticing you have fallen asleep, he chuckles. Pausing from his duties, he stands up and carries you onto his bed, bridal style, careful not to wake you. He places you down carefully onto the bed and positions you comfortably. After he tucks you in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as the music lulls you to sleep.

‘Sweet dreams’