The Demon Brothers But Fucked Up.

The demon brothers but fucked up.

My personal preferences for the brothers. I don't want them to be normal it's not as funny. All of this is affectionate I swear

Mentions of blood and murder. Nothing graphic.

Lucifer

- Lucifer purposely thinks of goofy punishments just to fuck with his brothers. It's basically canon. The game does it more for comedic effect but I wanna believe Lucifer does this shit because he personally thinks it's funny and wants to see his brothers reactions. Dude physical froze a credit card in the freezer. Who the fuck does that????

- he's openly fucked up how can I top the shit canon has given us?

Mammon

- ngl he's the most decent one here.

- of course he's canonically the only one of these seven fucks who has enough control to hold back from causing body harm

- his toxic trait is he's way too casual with Mc. Mammon will just show up to Mc's room drenched in the remains of a demon who pressed his buttons a little too hard just to ask them to remove some teeth and skull fragments from his horns.

- also probably tells Mc some good ol' murder stories. The great Mammon had to assure his human that he can protect them 👍

Leviathan

- most of my head canons about Levi are light hearted actually

- worst thing about him probably is he thinks very little about the life of everything except those closest to him. Dudes hyper fixation was war at one point so he developed a big detachment.

- when he does get attached though- yeaaaaaah he's never letting go AND GOD FORBID IF YOU FUCKIN DIE

Satan

- season one Satan is superior.

- sometimes you can hear him breaking shit in his room. He goes in there like nothing is wrong then all anyone hear is destruction.

- he's actually really emotional after letting his wrath take control. Not very open about it though. Satan knows he's more than his anger and can control it, but he also beats himself up when he can't. (Like his last event but worse)

- very animalistic when he lets loose. All logic is just down the toilet.

- is feared specifically by demons that work under him. If they fuck up, he'll hear it from Lucifer and then EVERYONE gets punished. Very toxic work environment tbh :/

- also a snarky little bitch

Asmodeus

- literally the most fucked up.

- okay, so you know that codependent friendship you had as a teenager when you both just spent every waking moment together to the point that it was both extremely unhealthy and extremely queer at the exact same time and you still think about it in your twenties because what the actual fuck was that? That's how I want Asmo to feel about Mc. He's a middle schooler finally discovering love but can't process it properly so he gets weird as shit. It's hard for me to explain it but if you know you fucking know.

- also nothing about his infatuation is sexual. It goes from intrigue to teenage girl (gn) kicking their feet in love. Like a weird little switch that got hit and is now stuck.

- like it isn't traditional yandere but it's not normal???? He's like your chill friend, but also in love with you, but also fucked up for entirely different reasons??? And is really casual with it??? Like??? What the fuck do I call this????

- when he found out Mc wasn't affected by his charm but still enjoyed his company it just went downhill from there.

- also I like to think of Asmo as one the most feared outta the brothers. Like blood lust is definitely a thing and I see Asmo's sin as more of a itch that needs to scratched than a compulsion. He just feels like murder sometimes??? The other ones usually only go after you after offending them, or pissing them off, to make a pont. Asmodeus will kill strangers and bathe in their blood with rose petals and candles just because he damn well feels like it (and for an aesthetic devilgram photo💕)

- going home with Asmodeus is literally a gamble between pleasure and death and for some reason lower demons are just really fucking into it??? Or he's using his charm on them. Not even Asmo knows at this point.

- anyway I LOVE this flavor of Asmodeus very funny guy 10/10 👍

Beelzebub

- pretty sure this is canon but only people close to Beel see him as a sweetheart (just the main cast) everyone else sees this horrifying brick house of a demon with a resting bitch that makes you wanna crawl into a hole and sob like a little bitch for mercy.

- If food isn't nearby he'll just hunt something himself. He brings animals home and eats them constantly.

- Beel probably should be considered a invasive species from all the damage he's done to the Devildoms wildlife?? Like Beel does have restrictions to what he can and can't eat. If those restrictions were ever lifted it would be like reintroducing the wolves into Yellowstone.

- he's allowed to freely eat very low ranking demons like LittleDs and those pigs in the work menu. As long as it isn't one that works at the castle he's fine.

- all of this is about food because aside from his hunger Beel is literally the most normal fucker outta the bunch??? He condones murder and cannibalism but other than that he's just some dude with immaculate abs and tits.

- or maybe the game has deprived me from Beel for so long I'm just assuming this. He could be weirder. To fuck if I know though

Belphegor

- I want Belphie to still hate humanity. All that hatred isn't just gone after lessons 16 like???? The only human he actually likes is Mc (tolerates Solomon for Asmo) and that's because he developed some form of Stockholm syndrome in the attic from having prolonged contact with only Mc.

- the reason he killed Mc in lesson 16 is because he didn't know how to deal with his feelings?? Get out of my school note type situation. Like he loves their company, but he hates humanity and Mc is technically part of humanity, but they're so nice, but they're on good terms with Lucifer now, but it was his idea, oh shit his hands are already around their neck, oh fuck Mc died while Belphie was mulling over the whole murder thing. Oh well 🤷. JK! Regretted it right off the bat when Mc finally died. Belphie stubbornly played it off like he didn't make a horrible mistake. Internally he was trying to convince himself into not being sad while holding back tears.

- why everyone is so chill about lesson 16 is because each of the brothers have killed in the past. They're pretty open about murder and shit too as long as it isn't happening to one of them. Most demons just respawn in a couple hundred years or so. None of them understand this shit could fuck up a human long-term. Especially cow boi.

- like if Mc doesn't see him commiting atrocities they won't hate him. Right? Right????? Please agree with him. He's just a sleepy guy :(

- he tries really hard to make sure Mc doesn't see him doing any violent or bloody demon shit and fails at it horribly. Funniest with a Mc who's just immune to demons doing demon shit.

- is well known for openly terrorizing humanity. Especially before the portals to the human world were closed off for public use. <- mostly his fault actually

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Ahhhh! You opened a tumblr. Found you through your writing on Ao3, (tweels fic) your an amazing writer!! May I request more tweel poly I’m a sucker for Jade and Floyd. Maybe them pursing an s/o that really likes and knows a lot about moray eels? Also, do you do commissions??

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jade & floyd leech x gn!reader. sfw.

You’re almost certain you’re being followed.

You halt in your tracks and whip around to look behind you, the musty old book you meant to return clutched to your chest like a shield. The nape of your neck is still prickling from the persistent sense of being watched, but the aisle you’re in is empty, devoid of so much as a featureless shadow vanishing around the corner to validate your concerns. Even so, you know — or think you know — that you weren’t just imagining it.

The thing is, this isn’t the first time you’ve felt this way. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but sometime over the last few days, in between classes and Grim wrangling, you gradually became convinced that you were being… observed. Assessed, even, like a bug under a microscope. That feeling is especially strong whenever you’re alone, which is why you almost didn’t make your usual Saturday morning trek to the library. In the end, your stubborn commitment to finding a way home despite the growing odds against you won out.

But now, with the towering bookcases looming to either side of you and casting deep shadows where there should be light as you strain your eyes and ears for some indication that it isn’t all in your head, you are beginning to regret that decision.

Of course, you can only stand around looking at nothing for so long. When no one materializes from the shadows to leap on you like a horror movie monster, you slump and sigh in equal parts disappointment and relief and turn back in the direction you were headed. The book in your arms looked promising, but it ultimately failed to yield so much as a cryptic hint for how to go about inter-dimensional travel, so back on the shelf it goes. You find the gap in the shelf where it belongs and reach up to slot it into place, giving it a nudge when it initially refuses to slide all the way in. You sigh again. So much for that, huh?

With that taken care of you, you turn to leave — but you don’t make it very far. Two long shadows rise up in front of you, and you don’t even get a chance to react before your wrists are being seized and pinned to the shelves on either side of your head. You flinch away from your attackers — oh shit, oh shit, what the hell is going on — and realize too late that the back of your skull is on a collision course with the shelf. You are spared a concussion, however, when another hand slips neatly behind your head to cushion the blow. A gloved thumb slides down the nape of your neck, and the goosebumps from earlier return with a shivering vengeance. You look up.

Well. At least now you have a pretty good idea as to who’s been following you all this time.  

“Jade!” you blurt. Your eyes slide from Jade’s smiling face to his brother’s toothy grin. “Floyd. What are you guys doing?”

“Just saying hi,” Floyd says, like they just happened to spot you in the hall and haven’t pinned you to a bookcase of all things. “C’mon, Shrimpy, don’t tell me you’re not happy to see us.”

You squirm a little, testing their grip, but their fingers only tighten in response. Great. “I’d probably be happier if you two hadn’t jumped out of nowhere and grabbed me.” You frown at them, as if they’ve ever been the sort to be moved by righteous disapproval. “I wasn’t imagining it, was I? You’ve been following me.”

“Have we unnerved you, Prefect?” Jade asks. “If so, we do apologize. The last thing we want is to make you uncomfortable.”

Somehow — you test their hold on you once again to no avail — you very much doubt that. Jade’s left hand is wrapped around your wrist, and his right is cradling your jaw to cup your skull, palm cushioning your cheek. The tip of his thumb skirts the thin, vulnerable skin beneath your eye, and you can’t help but flinch.

“Yeah,” you huff, trying your damnedest to hang on to your bravado. “I’m sure. What’s the big idea, you two? What’ve you been following me around for?”

“Ah,” Jade says, “that.” Like it’s only just occurred to him to explain. God, why is everyone at this school such a weirdo? “Once again, we apologize for frightening you, but it’s in our nature to sit back and observe that which we find… interesting. To lie in wait, one might say.”

“It’s the moray way,” Floyd adds, giggling at the awkward rhyme.

You’re still stuck on something Jade said. Blinking slowly, you say, “You guys think… I’m… interesting?”

“You are a bit of an oddity, Prefect.” You grimace. “Apologies. I meant no offense. But you are rather unique, aren’t you? Certainly amongst our peers. It was inevitable that you’d catch our interest.”

“Yeah.” Floyd leans in closer, pressing your wrist back against the bookcase and forcing you to crane your neck to meet his heterochromatic eyes. “We wanna get to know you better.”

“What,” you say, “you guys want to be friends?”

Jade’s eyes glimmer, like he’s laughing at a joke you don’t understand. “Mmm, yes. I suppose you could say that.”

“I wouldn’t say it,” Floyd grumbles. Is he — is he pouting? Is he a college student or a preschooler?

You must give Floyd an odd look, because something you can’t quite interpret flickers across his face, and then his mood swings back the other way and his pout stretches into a grin. And keeps stretching, growing far wider than you think should be possible, until all of his serrated teeth are on display and his mouth is practically hanging open. You don’t mean to, but you gulp.

Floyd leans toward you, and you lean back — not very far, considering your current position. You can see the damp inner rims of his lips, the saliva gleaming on his teeth and tongue, even down his throat. For a moment, your unevolved hindbrain is convinced you’re about to be eaten alive.

But — hold on. Your undoubtedly panicked expression morphs into a thoughtful frown, and you actually lean closer to Floyd, squinting at him. Or rather, down his throat.

“Hey,” you say slowly, “is that — do you have a second set of jaws?”

Floyd’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click of teeth, and he rocks back on his heels to frown at you. Even Jade, unflappable as he is, looks mildly confused.

“What?” says Floyd.

Now you feel like the weirdo, but you wish he’d open his mouth again. “You guys are morays, right? You have pharyngeal jaws, don’t you? I saw.”

Jade and Floyd exchange a look. Floyd frowns again, and Jade arches an eyebrow. They turn back to you, and Floyd says, “You know about that?”

You nod eagerly — then stop. People aren’t always receptive to your enthusiasm for the topic, let alone your infodumping, and Floyd and Jade probably aren’t interested in hearing facts about themselves that they already know. “Um, yeah. Back home, I was really into marine biology. Especially eels. Especially, um…” You flush. “Moray eels.”

Floyd’s hand flexes around your wrist. You don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad one. “You like moray eels?” He tilts his head, earring swaying gently. “You’re not scared of us?”

“I mean, it is pretty scary when someone grabs you and pins you to a bookshelf,” you say dryly. “So maybe don’t do that again? But I’m not scared of you because you’re mermen. I think that’s amazing. We don’t have people like that in my world.”

You bite your lip and fidget, expecting them to make fun of you now. But they don’t, which is especially unexpected coming from Jade. The twins exchange another look, and then Floyd leans down and opens his mouth wide, tongue hanging out. He even goes “aaah” like someone getting their tongue depressed at the doctor’s.

Part of you is afraid that this might be some kind of trap, like if you get too close Floyd’s gonna bite your nose off or something. But, well — you never had a chance to observe morays up close back home, and you can’t resist this opportunity now that it’s presented itself so agreeably. So you lean up and peer down Floyd’s throat, and there they are: a second set of sharp, deadly, gorgeous teeth.

You fall back on your heels, unable to stop grinning. “Oh, wow. I’ve never seen a pharyngeal jaw in person before, that’s — that’s just so cool.”

Floyd shuts his mouth and smiles at you, his eyes sparkling like your excitement is infectious. “You really think so?”

“Uh-huh.” You smile back at him, then hesitate. “I, um. Are you sure you don’t mind me asking these kinds of questions? I don’t wanna make you feel like animals at the zoo.” Or eels at the aquarium, as the case may be.

“No,” says Jade. “No, we don’t mind.” He smiles kindly at you, thumb caressing your cheek, and warmth flares from deep within your belly. Uh-oh.

“After all,” Jade goes on, “we can certainly empathize with the strength of your curiosity.”

Oh. Right. You suppose they can. “Speaking of.” You wiggle your fingers pointedly. “Would you mind letting me go now?”

Floyd gives you a suspicious look. “You’re not gonna run away if we do, are you?”

You actually laugh. “No, I’m not. I’ll even tell you more about me, since you’re so curious — so long as you tell me more about you. Fair?”

Because when it comes to Octavinelle students, you can’t get something for nothing. Jade seems to approve of your tactics, if his knowing smile is any indication. “It’s a deal,” he says, and lets you go. Floyd does too, after a moment. He sticks his hands in his pockets and tips his head at you.

“Well? What d’you wanna know, Shrimpy?”

“How many vertebrae do you have in your true forms?” you ask immediately. “Wait, no — do you engage in cooperative hunting? Wait, wait —”

Jade’s soft laughter seems to walk down your spine like tickling fingers, and you fight back a shiver. “Now, now. We’ve already assuaged some of that burning curiosity of yours, dear Prefect. It’s only fair that we get to ask the next question, don’t you think?”

Floyd takes your hand, and Jade presses his to the small of your back, urging you down the aisle toward the library’s rows of reading tables and carrel desks.

“Now, tell us.” Jade’s fingers curl in your school blazer, gently proprietary. “Are you free this evening?”