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Lucifer: you can’t just tell Diavolo that your ‘tiny human body is about to give out from stress’ every time you don’t want to do something

Lucifer: he came to me crying yesterday thinking he killed you because you said you were dying when he didn’t give you the last of his pastries

MC: i can feel my soul slipping away it will only stay if you give me 300k in cash 🫡

After the initial shock and sadness of the brothers realizing that MC will die one day; I think i’d be funny if MC jokes about and and uses it as leverage occasionally.

Lucifer: MC your grades are horrible you need to work on the assignments that have been given to you

MC: i’m going to die one day and you’re going to be sad about all of the times i could have been happy and yet you made me do schoolwork instead

Like MC being an absolute menace would be so fucking funny to me

“im sorry im so hard to love” vs “loving you comes more naturally to me than breathing” my beloved. just. yeah.

I wanna see a fanfic about sugar daddy diavolo

That's the post

I see your requests are open and oml the pec job with diavolo 🧎🧎🧎

25. Tit Job/Pec Job ft. Diavolo x Male Reader

Author Note: English isn’t my first language! There’s literally no Diavolo gifs whatsoever I was struggling to find one so bad 😭

Character/Scenario Kink List

Warning(s)⚠: Sub Diavolo, porn without plot, blowjob, spit, cum on face, and referring to pecs as breasts/tits

This wasn't how you were expecting your free day to go, but you’re not complaining one bit…

Diavolo was completely naked in between your legs as he sucked off your cock desperately his spit trailing down his chin, it was a damn sight to behold as you watched the future king of the devildom slurp up your cock messily

It has been a week since you two have been able to touch each other, which if you ask Diavolo was way too long so when Barbaros let him know that his evening was freed up he made sure yours was too, and that you had nothing important

The moment you came to his bedroom per his order he didn’t even give you time to react before he slammed his lips against yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside the moment he felt your lips part slightly

And that’s how you ended up sitting on his large king bed with him on his knees stroking your cock and licking the pre cum that was leaking out of it, gradually sucking your cock every now and then as he gave it long slow pumps

“Oh, I missed this, you taste so good…”

He gives your length another more tender lick up the shaft before opening his mouth and letting your cock slide in against his wet tongue and warm mouth with ease causing you to let out a light groan as you felt it hit the back of his throat

You watched as Diavolo was able to completely take in your hardness with no gag reflex, coating it with salvia taking his time as his tongue swirled around your tip before letting go with an audible pop and watched as he grinned up at you with that face you've grown to love

"I have an idea I've been wanting to try..."

You raise an eyebrow at him with curiosity and watch as he removes his top and his chest practically bounces out with how big they were your mouth watering at the sight of them, he knew how much you liked his breasts and he knew how much more you were gonna love this...

He pushed you down on the bed and got in between your legs leaning forward and sandwiching your spit-covered cock in between his tits. You let out a light groan feeling the soft skin of his chest suffocate your length as you began to snap your hips against his breasts back and forth

He let out a breathless noise feeling your hot cock move between his tits, occasionally pulling away only to rub your tip against his buds and spread your pre-cum all over them, watching as they harden from only for you to go back to fucking his tits as his volume began to increase with your thrusts

“Shit- your chest feels so hot Diavolo,”

He smiled at the praise and squeezed your hardness against his breasts more causing you to fuck them faster, sliding your length that’s covered with the slick of his spit between his soft tits, not being able to touch him like this for so long had only made you more hungry for him

You felt yourself at the brink of release, feeling that knot in your stomach build up and began to snap your hips against his breasts faster, he saw as your hardened length throbbed and began sucking on your tip swirling his tongue around your cock as to make you cum faster

Once your hardness began twitching in his mouth he let it go from his mouth with a string of salvia connecting it to his lips and began to pump your cock faster with his tits as you thrusted up into his breasts one last time before releasing your load all over his chest and face watching as it dripped down

he licked your cum off his lips letting go of your cock only to swipe the release off his breasts with his fingers and lick them clean, eager to taste your load inside his mouth and not even bothering to wipe off the one off his face and you can only watch breathlessly as you came down from your high

“Fuck… that was amazing,”

You said leaning in and pecking his lips before sitting up and moving your hand to gently grope the fat of his ass causing him to let out a whine as he looked up at you not even tired out and ready for another round, and by the look on his face you both just knew you were gonna make the most of this day…

Clingy Reader Imagines

Genre: Imagines, fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen, Raphael, and Mephistopheles.

Brothers version...

Diavolo:

Another clingy one of the lot.

He starts using you as an excuse to skip his work and everything that requires his attention due to his title, which never works on Barbatos.

You reward him with hugs if you find out that he finished the work he had pending.

Cuddle king!!

Your hugs comfort him after a long day of meetings and whatnot, as he grumbles about how his title affects the relationship because he never has time for you.

He's very open about his relationship with you and is not afraid to show you off to others.

Barbatos:

He makes sure he always makes time for you.

Your hugs always catch him off guard everytime, even if you thought he'd be used to it.

He tends to think that if he doesn't spend enough time with you, it might make you feel unloved by him.

Being Diavolo's butler, he rarely has time for you so he makes up with cuddles and food (which he himself cooks).

He's ashamed by how jealous he feels whenever he sees other people spending more time with you than him but he makes up for it, one way or another.

Solomon:

God, it's like a challenge between the two of you on who's the most clingiest.

He doesn't care who comes out as the winner of this challenge, he simply wants to be as loving to you as possible.

Definitely not to make the others jealous, no. Why would you think that?

If you keep scores on this, he'll start cheating his way to win.

But, at the end of the day, he knows it's your arms that will comfort and hug him anyways.

Will purposely want to be as close to you as possible when you're alone; whether it's just lazing around, or if he has work to be done.

There's no room for jealousy of other people between you both because there's just that much love.

Simeon:

Simply adores you!

Your hugs are like his lifeline. Without it, he feels gloomy (as described by Luke).

He will count down the hours until you make it to Purgatory Hall to greet him.

He's willing to be a full blown pillow for you when you guys cuddle.

Obviously has to start making excuses like movie night, sleepovers and anything he can think of, in order to be with you.

Literally made a plan to create a room for you in Purgatory Hall and shift Solomon to the House of Lamentation.

The idea was quickly burned down by everyone though.

Thirteen:

At first, you thought she wouldn't really like it but boy, you were wrong!

She craves your hugs everyday, after work or even before you guys start the day.

She won't show it but she always ends up blushing whenever you compliment her or cuddle with her.

Acts like she doesn't care when you are in public, but it shows on her face when you hold her hand, or even smile.

Doesn't really get jealous but if the other person is too clingy with you, she will glare daggers into their soul and honestly, who isn't already scared of her.

Raphael:

Attention seeker!!

Absolutely hates when you ignore his cues or...well his existence in general.

He won't let you get away from him once you both are cuddling.

He always wants you to start with the affection and he'll make sure he never stops after that.

Wants you to depend on him for certain stuff, be it teaching you healing spells or anything. He likes to be useful to you.

There isn't anyone who'd try to do anything funny to you because they know he'll start raining down spears on them.

Side note- Don't even try making him jealous unless you want to deal with the consequences.

Mephistopheles:

Similar to Lucifer, he prefers to enjoy your affection privately.

He may seem stiff when you hug him for the first time but after that, he starts hugging you back and may pat your head too, if he's in a cherry mood.

Very much open about his relationship with you because why not? There's no harm in it.

Will get extremely flustered if you catch him off guard with a hug or a kiss.

He trusts you a lot, so there's really no way he'd ever get jealous.

Finally did it. I was thinking of posting this last week but then added Raphael and Mephisto in case you guys wanted them as well.

Masterlist

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!!

Imagine Diavolo fucking you at a gentle pace while he holds your hand, he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, calling you his sweet little human. Also gives the best aftercares! and always makes time for you even when busy, make you cockwarm him while he works.

He's such a sweetheart <3

Incorrect quotes#831 No takesies backsies

You are in the human world Back with your family, Having A sleepover WIth Sibling(s)/Cousins

Mc: I don't even care about my foot hanging off the bed anymore, Come get me demons

Mc: Bring me home

A hand pops out of the bed

Dia*grabbing your leg*No takesies backsies!~

Sibling(s)/Cousins: AAAH!?-

We all know...he would do this-

The devil is in the details

You try (and fail) to spoil Diavolo on his birthday, as he picks a grocery store of all places to spend a night with you in. Or, the shortest sugar daddy career ever.

tags. gender-neutral mc, crack and fluff, diavolo x mc, mc is whipped, but so is diavolo.

notes. I'M LATE, november went by in a blur, what's up with that. even so, i wanted to finish this one and i'm shameless, so please pretend diavolo's birthday is around the corner while reading.

thanks to @property-of-diavolo for hosting #diamonth2022 sorry for the delay (!!)

As of late, you can't help but feel self-conscious every time you set foot in the Demon Lord's Castle.

You've become suddenly hyperaware of the fact that you're not only stopping by to join sweet, attentive and easygoing Diavolo for a cup of tea but… Well. You're actually hanging out with the ruler of the Devildom.

Naturally, you already knew that. But trying to find the perfect birthday gift for a soon-to-be-kinda-already-king has brought a ―drastic, sometimes suffocating― change of perspective.

What could you offer to someone that seems to have everything and anything he could want? There's no avoiding it: sooner than later, you find yourself noticing details that you've swiftly overlooked before.

The almost translucent centerpiece that sits on the dinner table between you and Dia, the gold-lined curtains that he carelessly shoves away to show you how big the moon looks tonight, the unnaturally-blue mirror that blinks back at you whenever you fix your hair right before entering his office, as giddy as ever to see him.

You're starting to get why Mammon tries to steal something every single time he visits, and that's a dangerous train of thought that you would rather avoid following.

One afternoon, out of curiosity ―you're no cat, but you should've known better―, you ask Barbatos how much is the pen you're currently holding. It's of such a bright red, and it feels cold, heavy in your hand. The deep voice coming from it whispers a trail of suggestions as you write down your grocery shopping list, getting ready for your brief visit to the human world.

Barbatos tilts his head, a bit taken aback by your inquiry but answering anyway, as willing to help as always.

“It has been in the castle for generations and its curse is excessively unique. Originally, it was worth merely thirty millions, but to decipher its current price range, a proper assessment is in need. The only answer I can provide with at the moment is that it's, well, priceless.”

Of course it is. When you laugh, it comes out more like a cry, and one look at Barbatos' politely confused expression has you laughing even louder.

In your rush to put down the pen as fast as possible, your shopping list is long forgotten.

Well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. That exact list is what has brought you here, in the human world, on the eve of Diavolo's birthday, about to enter a three-story 24 hours grocery store accompanied by Devildom's ruler.

“Dia… Lately I've been picking up a few extra hours in Devil's kitchen, maybe I could take you to the movies for your birthday? An amusement park? We can go to a concert. A spa. Or camping.”

The inhabitants of the house of lamentation have seen you running around like crazy this last month, trying to squeeze some extra hours of work whenever you could, all with one objective in mind: spoil Diavolo on his birthday.

You forgot a tiny little detail though: to ensure that said demon is willing to being spoiled.

“I thought you needed groceries? That list was quite long”, he answers, and watching him push a shopping cart through the dairy aisle is surreal enough to have your mind reeling. He is towering over everyone and everything, wearing the human-grocery-shopping outfit you helped him pick ―black graphic tee (yours, oversized on you but fitted on him) and jeans, with a white beanie and a cozy-looking coat on top―.

“Yeah. I can go out to get groceries any other night, though. And I know you wanted to come here for your birthday, but… Is that really okay? Wouldn't you like to go, I don't know, anywhere else more fun?”

“More fun? Than this?”, and it's the genuine confusion in his voice what takes you by surprise, any further questioning getting stuck in your throat when you gaze directly into the molten gold eyes that look at you in earnest, as sincere as ever.

To disarm you further, Diavolo takes your shopping list out of his wallet and deciphers your handwriting without a problem, looking around in amazement, so regal and achingly familiar at the same time.

(Has he kept it in there all this time? It has been almost three weeks since you left it behind, and it was nothing but a crumpled piece of paper, with a couple of tea stains here and there. The careful way in which he holds it has your belly in knots)

And he looks… Excited. Relaxed and happy. And isn't that everything you could ask for and more?

Your concerns seem trivial and distant in the face of his excitement. Of course, trust Diavolo to pick a night spent with you in a grocery store over a fancy tea set, or an expensive wine ―gift options you've considered before, you admit shamefully―.

You can see him talk, gesturing with both hands, but you're too busy spacing out to really listen, feeling lightheaded with relief upon realizing that Diavolo is and will always be Diavolo around you.

By the time you manage to pay attention, Diavolo is holding a carton of milk in each hand, examining them with the wonder of a five-year-old and the solemn expression of someone that's holding something invaluable.

“So many options, and it's just milk! What's the difference? Maybe a different cow for each of them? Mh, I see.”

It's so unfair. He's just standing there, and yet your heart decides it's the perfect time to do some flip-flops.

“Ah, yes, as expected, 'Almond' is a pretty suitable name for a cow. '2%' is a little bit underwhelming as far as cows' names go, but I'm sure their milk is just as lovely as Almond's.”

You nod solemnly, without contradicting such a sound conclusion, making quick work of getting your phone out and ready.

“Could you hold the carton closer to your face? Let me take a picture of you and Almond”.

Hours later, you come out of the store with arms full of bags and your camera roll overflowing with pictures of Diavolo ―some of them you already shared to the group chat, graciously ignoring the multiple missed calls after that one picture of Dia trying to get into the shopping cart―.

The face that the cashier made when Diavolo excitedly explained he came here to celebrate his birthday was unforgettable. Almost as amusing as the one pulled by that old lady that overhear the both of you talking about “bringing Lucifer a few snacks”.

The night air feels icy-cold against your cheeks, and yet, you cannot stop smiling. Feeling your chest impossibly full, getting even more stuffy once you turn around and see an even bigger smile on Diavolo.

He comes closer and carefully places the beanie on your head, probably adjudicating your red ears, cheeks, and nose, to the cold.

“Thank you. I haven't had fun like this in years.” Voice charged with intimacy, without breaking eye contact. Your overall redness only increases once he holds your face in his hands, thumbs sliding across your cheekbones. Surely another effort to keep you warm.

“Truth to be told, today must've been the first time I enjoyed myself this much.” He adds, with a chuckle. And you know it's true, he can't be lying, not Diavolo, and not with the way he would light up whenever people barely glanced his way; unbothered and oblivious.

With the way he's looking at you, you have to control yourself before spitting some nonsense about buying him the whole grocery store if he wants you to (you have no idea how, but you would).

You have to settle for the next best thing: raw sincerity. “First of many. We can do this again, you know? We don't have to wait for your next birthday. You have me, after all.”

An open door. And by the looks of it, Diavolo recognizes it, if the way his hand travels to take one of the bags out of your grasp, all to intertwine his fingers with yours, is any indicative.

You share a secret smile. You don't know if you can go back to shopping alone after this.

“Human world dinner on me! I'm all ears for the birthday boy, any food you'd like to try? Sushi, maybe? Steak? I know a pretty good lobster place.”

“Oh! I've heard about 24 hours fast food, and I find it fascinating. How fast is it? We have to chase it? I would like to try it!”

“… Dia, I'm begging you, let me buy you something that is at least six dollars.”

ao3 ― writing tag

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: Around 1k.

Summary: You love fireworks. Diavolo loves you.

Author's note: Umm...i'm not too proud of this one, I rushed it in one night to get it done for Bonfire Night...regardless, please enjoy :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51376672

TW: Nothing I can think of.

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Prologue: 

I sought the colours in your heart and found them in colourful explosions of moments where we spend time together.

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Part 1: Fire only burns when you touch it.

“Diavolo, did you hear? There’s a fireworks show!”

“Yes. Are you going to see it?”

I arranged it for you.

“I think so! I love fireworks...”

I know. You told me that you loved the colours in the sky, like it was the paint to a canvas. You told me you loved the shine compared to the dark and that you wished you were at home with your family to see it with them.

“Are you planning on going with anyone?”

“…I was kind of hoping it would be with you?”

Perfect. There’s no need for me to cancel my grand plans now.

“Of course. I would love to go with you, Y/N.”

“Thank you!”

“My pleasure.”

Even if you don’t like the surprise I have planned…I'm still glad I will get to see you smile, even if it’s only for the first half of the night.

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Part 2: Memories come with feelings, as colours.

The dark sky of the Devildom is vast. Empty. Devoid of emotion, much reflecting the souls of those who find themselves born here of sin. 

And I rule it all. I own not only the sky, the ground, the buildings but the people. 

One thing I do not own, however, is your heart. 

And it is the one thing I want the most.

It makes me feel like the empty sky has much more meaning for my possession of it; since the day you’ve arrived you’ve brought colour into my life, whether you intended to, or not. 

Like fireworks.

You love fireworks.

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Part 3: The sky alights with fireworks, much like your face with joy.

I love seeing your smile.

Do you remember that night?

The night I visited the House of Lamentation to see Lucifer.

The night I heard you crying yourself to sleep, wishing for home.

The night my heart broke for you, and the night my heart started to beat faster for you. And it still does.

I heard your muffled sobs while making my way to Lucifer’s office. It was quiet, but audible. 

When I opened the door, through the slither of light I could see you curled over. 

I wanted to see your face. 

I wanted you to feel better.

I approached slowly, carefully. 

To make you aware of my presence I sighed.

“Y/N?”

No response.

“What’s the matter?”

“Home.”

Who knew one word would be enough? 

The guilt hits me immediately. I took them from their home, their family. I took everything from them, so I could complete myself. Or my duties. But what’s the difference anymore?

“I’m sorry. I’m…so sorry.”

‘A demon king should never apologise!’ my fathers voice rings in my ears. 

“Diavolo…”

“Hm?”

“Can I go home?”

“…I’m sorry.”

They look up and our eyes meet. Theirs, bloodshot and wet from tears. 

“Will I ever get to go home?”

“Yes.”

I found myself sitting on the bed next to them. Unsure of where to put my hands, I placed them gently on their back, running circles.

“I…had to do this… Your family is fine. Your ‘home’ is just fine. It’s only a year you have to stay here.”

“Still.”

“Only a year.”

They start to sob again - I don’t know how to help them, I’ve never comforted or been comforted before. 

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve made sure of that. Your family…they’ll be fine. You’re okay.”

“…Why are you helping me? Aren’t you a demon?”

“Demons can be nice too.”

“But why? Is it because I’m your student?”

“I can’t deny that I care about your well-being because you are a student at my academy…however…I think you’re truly special. The qualities I've seen within you over the course of this first week have been tremendously unique. In a good way, that is.”

“Really?”

“You’ve been strong. It’s been a week and you’re only just crying now.”

“How do you know I haven’t been crying on other nights?”

“Well…at least you haven’t started any arguments. Very honourable, seeing as you’re living with many infamously argumentative demons.”

They laugh, and what comes with it is a smile that brings colour.

A smile that I find myself wanting to see all the time since that day.

The evening ended with me tucking them in, after they had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

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Part 5: Ever-growing feelings like the flame to a fuse.

I think I’m starting to love you.

Love your voice, your kindness, your smile.

Inviting you to the castle everyday; for tea, for discussion of your lessons, for anything so I can see you. 

Everything about you is just so enthralling. 

I don’t know when or why these feelings started, but they did. And now I intend to do something about it. 

I’m going to tell you. Not in words, but an expression of how I feel. 

A metaphor through  something you love.

Fireworks.

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Part 6: Fireworks.

The plan. 

First half of the show, normal fireworks. So I can see their smile. 

The second half…. 

In the fireworks, spelt out will be their name.

And it is at that moment that I'll tell them.

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As the special firework goes off, time slows.

Colours from the sky blur into the background, and all I see now is their smile gradually fading into confusion as they turn to me.

Our eyes meet once more and I speak through tense breaths.

“Y/N.”

“Wait. Were you the one who arranged this?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Why?

“Because. I’ve fallen for you.”

At that moment, a loud eruption of more fireworks occurs. I didn’t think of this outcome.

“Sorry?”

They didn’t hear me.

“I said…”

I’m interrupted yet again.

I’m growing impatient.

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

Part 7: Colours.

I lead them further from the fireworks, however it's still in view.

The garden. 

“I said…I’ve fallen for you.”

“…Finally.”

As the last set of fireworks explode, they wrap their arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. Hey, do you remember that night? I still remember your smile.

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

End author's note: While writing this I had the following Diavolo card in mind...:

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day/night :)

Reblogging this fic based on fireworks because I didn't manage to get my new year's fic done in time... (╥﹏╥)

I also have a really old Solomon New Year's fic on AO3 which i'll also leave a link for here

Happy New Year! 🎆

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪

(Sorry about image quality! Oh and the copyright for NTT is underneath it btw)

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖๋࣭

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: Around 1k.

Summary: You love fireworks. Diavolo loves you.

Author's note: Umm...i'm not too proud of this one, I rushed it in one night to get it done for Bonfire Night...regardless, please enjoy :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51376672

TW: Nothing I can think of. Cringe warning...I think.... :')

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Prologue: 

I sought the colours in your heart and found them in colourful explosions of moments where we spend time together.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 1: Fire only burns when you touch it.

“Diavolo, did you hear? There’s a fireworks show!”

“Yes. Are you going to see it?”

I arranged it for you.

“I think so! I love fireworks. I still can’t stop thinking about the recent parties’ ones.”

I know. You told me that you loved the colours in the sky, like it was the paint to a canvas. You told me you loved the shine compared to the dark and that you wished you were at home with your family to see it with them.

“Are you planning on going with anyone?”

“…I was kind of hoping it would be with you?”

Perfect. There’s no need for me to cancel my grand plans now.

“Of course. I would love to go with you, Y/N.”

“Thank you!”

“My pleasure.”

Even if you don’t like the surprise I have planned…I'm still glad I will get to see you smile, even if it’s only for the first half of the night.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 2: Memories come with feelings, as colours.

The dark sky of the Devildom is vast. Empty. Devoid of emotion, much reflecting the souls of those who find themselves born here of sin. 

And I rule it all. I own not only the sky, the ground, the buildings but the people. 

One thing I do not own, however, is your heart. 

And it is the one thing I want the most.

It makes me feel like the empty sky has much more meaning for my possession of it; since the day you’ve arrived you’ve brought colour into my life, whether you intended to, or not. 

Like fireworks.

You love fireworks.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 3: The sky alights with fireworks, much like your face with joy.

I love seeing your smile.

Do you remember that night?

The night I visited the House of Lamentation to see Lucifer.

The night I heard you crying yourself to sleep, wishing for home.

The night my heart broke for you, and the night my heart started to beat faster for you. And it still does.

I heard your muffled sobs while making my way to Lucifer’s office. It was quiet, but audible. 

When I opened the door, through the slither of light I could see you curled over. 

I wanted to see your face. 

I wanted you to feel better.

I approached slowly, carefully. 

To make you aware of my presence I sighed.

“Y/N?”

No response.

“What’s the matter?”

“Home.”

Who knew one word would be enough? 

The guilt hits me immediately. I took them from their home, their family. I took everything from them, so I could complete myself. Or my duties. But what’s the difference anymore?

“I’m sorry. I’m…so sorry.”

‘A demon king should never apologise!’ my fathers voice rings in my ears. 

“Diavolo…”

“Hm?”

“Can I go home?”

“…I’m sorry.”

They look up and our eyes meet. Theirs, bloodshot and wet from tears. 

“Will I ever get to go home?”

“Yes.”

I found myself sitting on the bed next to them. Unsure of where to put my hands, I placed them gently on their back, running circles.

“I…had to do this… Your family is fine. Your ‘home’ is just fine. It’s only a year you have to stay here.”

“Still.”

“Only a year.”

They start to sob again - I don’t know how to help them, I’ve never comforted or been comforted before. 

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve made sure of that. Your family…they’ll be fine. You’re okay.”

“…Why are you helping me? Aren’t you a demon?”

“Demons can be nice too.”

“But why? Is it because I’m your student?”

“I can’t deny that I care about your well-being because you are a student at my academy…however…I think you’re truly special. The qualities I've seen within you over the course of this first week have been tremendously unique. In a good way, that is.”

“Really?”

“You’ve been strong. It’s been a week and you’re only just crying now.”

“How do you know I haven’t been crying on other nights?”

“Well…at least you haven’t started any arguments. Very honourable, seeing as you’re living with many infamously argumentative demons.”

They laugh, and what comes with it is a smile that brings colour.

A smile that I find myself wanting to see all the time since that day.

The evening ended with me tucking them in, after they had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 5: Ever-growing feelings like the flame to a fuse.

I think I’m starting to love you.

Love your voice, your kindness, your smile.

Inviting you to the castle everyday; for tea, for discussion of your lessons, for anything so I can see you. 

Everything about you is just so enthralling. 

I don’t know when or why these feelings started, but they did. And now I intend to do something about it. 

I’m going to tell you. Not in words, but an expression of how I feel. 

A metaphor through  something you love.

Fireworks.

࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

Part 6: Fireworks.

The plan. 

First half of the show, normal fireworks. So I can see their smile. 

The second half…. 

In the fireworks, spelt out will be their name.

And it is at that moment that I'll tell them.

——————————————————————-

As the special firework goes off, time slows.

Colours from the sky blur into the background, and all I see now is their smile gradually fading into confusion as they turn to me.

Our eyes meet once more and I speak through tense breaths.

“Y/N.”

“Wait. Were you the one who arranged this?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Why?

“Because. I’ve fallen for you.”

At that moment, a loud eruption of more fireworks occurs. I didn’t think of this outcome.

“Sorry?”

They didn’t hear me.

“I said…”

I’m interrupted yet again.

I’m growing impatient.

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

Part 7: Colours.

I lead them further from the fireworks, however it's still in view.

The garden. 

“I said…I’ve fallen for you.”

“…Finally.”

As the last set of fireworks explode, they wrap their arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. Hey, do you remember that night? I still remember your smile.

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

End author's note: While writing this I had the following Diavolo card in mind...:

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day/night :)

𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

Sequel for "Fireworks".

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word Count: Around 2k.

Summary: Another party at the Devildom. Everyone blurs together as you forget yourself.

Your saviour of the night is Mammon, who's loved you since the start. But you love someone else, and that brings more pain than the lack of belonging you felt at the party.

Author's note: Enjoy reading! Positive interactions appreciated :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54960238

TW: A bit of panic and alcohol.

Image belongs to NTT Solmare.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 1: Why are you crying?

“Why’re you cryin’? Did your boyfriend break up with ya’ or something?”

A full face of makeup becomes a work of picasso and you can feel the black of your mascara melt into your burning skin. Hot, flushed - you can’t tell whether it’s the embarrassment or the tears; everything’s blurry and burning. 

Your eyes sting, your ankles ache; your heels give way to the ballroom floor. A failed dance with your own enemy-made thoughts. You thought you trusted yourself to be able to make it through the night, no panicking, no stress - just dance and the buffet. Anxiety forces you to the verge of regurgitating the night’s pickings of hellfire cigar cookies (Diavolo’s choice) and chaos devil cider, causing even more embarrassment. 

Demons watch, stare, gossip, whilst Mammon hoists you up from the ground, making you feel uneasy again, while he pockets the D.D.D that was grasped tightly in your hand. He slinks off your shoes and hauls them over his free shoulder.

Humiliating. Spilt cider. Red burning face. Humiliating. 

You haven’t got many friends, aside from the brothers, in the Devildom, and after tonight you certainly aren’t expecting more. Your dizzying mind cradles you like a mother does to a sick child, as all of your weight drops onto Mammon's shoulder. 

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 2: Why you were crying.

Parties hurt. Dresses cinched to your waist, possibly even further; heels pulling you down by the ankle, like the devil’s hand to a sinner; a whole face made up of products, a face that is not your own. A whole identity that is not your own. 

People looking at you, like you are somebody else. Someone to gawk at, someone possibly even to brush against. To seduce. It’s disgusting. 

Parties hurt. You haven’t been to one in years. In fact, the last time you’d been to a party was your own and it was a birthday celebration, the only type of party where you can actually be yourself, no makeup - your skin too young - no heels, no ball gown.  

You don’t hate the dress you are in, how could you? It’s beautiful. Shining, even. You could spot it in the Devildom sky and be convinced it was a star; perhaps even the moon. It was chosen by the prince, to make you feel like a princess. 

Lord Diavolo loves you, you’ve been told, and do you love him too? Of course. He’s gifted you many more stars, including the ones born in your eyes - you admire him for his hospitality upon your arrival, his dedication to his role as king-to-be, his generosity and the whole beautiful new world he’s introduced you to. You’ve loved him ever since you first arrived, but the reciprocation came later. Yet, neither of you have confronted these obvious feelings. 

But the dress is not yours. 

It doesn't belong to you. It clings to you like dead weight - a reminder you are not of this realm and that you don’t belong. Nothing here belongs to you, not even the room you reside in, temporarily titled as yours. You don’t seek control, but you seek comfort and familiarity. 

All of the faces at the party blur together. No familiar faces - you don’t know anyone, not even yourself. 

Stage one. The crowd. You feel people caving in on you, watchful eyes piercing red skin. 

Stage two. The tear that starts it all. Your brain betrays you; you are brought to think of the familiar faces that can be found back home, a place half-forgotten after almost a year of staying in the Devildom. 

Stage three. The panic. Will you ever see those familiar faces again? Will you ever know yourself and the dress, or even the suit, that will properly fit you? The identity that properly fits you is slipping away as you fall. 

A flash of a memory of the first night you stayed in the Devildom. Diavolo came to comfort you. 

And the memory is gone. 

Stage four. The fall.

You don’t know how it happened. You’re not even sure if devil cider has an effect on humans, much like how Demonus does not make you drunk. 

No-one to catch you.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 3: How you stopped crying.

Everything still hurts. Despite lying down, in what appears to be Mammon's bed. 

He loves you too, and you know this, which makes this even more painful. Why couldn’t it have been anyone else to find you? You were in the centre of the ballroom, it could have been anyone.

You’d much prefer Asmodeus, or Beelzebub, even Lucifer. But Mammon? The way his eyes soften only with you, the gentle, quiet tremble of concern in his voice. The panic in his eyes when he saw you drop to the floor keeps replaying in your mind. He can’t handle it as well as the other brothers, and that’s perhaps because he was your ‘first’ - the first one to look after you, and the first one to fall for you.

Perhaps it’s a bit vain to assume all of the brothers had fallen for you, but they certainly act like it. But for Mammon, you know it’s true. No one had cared for you like this, before you noticed and were told about Lord Diavolo’s feelings. 

“So? You have…well had , I’m assumin’, a boyfriend, and didn’t tell me? I couldn’t do a background check or anythin’ to make sure he was the real deal? This is why you’re cryin’, ain’t it. He broke your heart.”

Where did the idea even come from that you had a partner? 

“That’s why you broke into tears while lookin’ at your D.D.D. You were obviously lookin’ at a break-up message, right? Those hurt the most, from what I know.”

His voice is soft, yet bitter.  

In reality, you were messaging Lord Diavolo, on the verge of begging him to let you out of the party early, to let you stay in his room. Or even to ask Barbatos to get you out for fresh air. Anything but the ballroom with the strangers. The unfamiliar faces. 

“No. I don’t have a boyfriend. I wasn’t broken up with.”

You’re offended. Not because he made an assumption to hide his jealousy, but because you thought he knew you well enough to know you didn’t like parties. This has happened before - you crying during or after an event that RAD hosted. He never once asked what was wrong, only comforted you and avoided the dreaded resolution. He cares about you, but he cares too much and doesn’t want to bring your emotions back for a difficult conversation. 

Diavolo, on the other hand, loves you too much as well, but is the opposite to Mammon, only focusing on solving the problem. 

You’ve fallen for Diavolo - not for how he treats you when you're unwell. It just seems rather like fate instead. 

“Then why in the Devildom did you just…break down on me? …come ‘ere.”

His hugs are the worst. A gentle reminder. He runs his hands up and down your back and his warm cider infused breath tickles your ear as he whispers “you’re okay” over and over. It’s the only thing he can say. 

And it makes you feel okay but at the same time you wish it were Diavolo. 

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 4: Spilt drinks and tears. 

Mammon’s perspective

“Can you get me Diavolo please. I need him.” 

You need someone else? When you’re in my arms? 

You need someone else when I’ve been here the entire time? I’ve been in love with you the entire time . 

That’s what I want to say, but it doesn’t come out. It never does. 

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah. Sure. ‘Course. I’ll get ‘im.”

My cowardice feet lead me to Lord Diavolo, back in the ballroom. He’s so immature for leaving them alone with only me - because apparently I’m not enough. 

“Lord Diavolo, we’ve got a problem.” 

“Oh? A problem? What is it?”

“It’s R/N.”

His face runs cold and he looks at me in a way that tells me he would kill for them - would do anything for them. The look I can never express. 

“Where are they?”

Calling over Barbatos, the Demonus in his glass slightly splatters as he rushes to put it on the platter. 

“Young Master, is there a problem?”

“R/N.”

“Diavolo, they’re in my room. They’re fine at the moment. They just want ya’.”

And not me. But whatever. Whatever makes them happy. 

Their happiness is my half fulfilled satisfaction. 

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 5: Happy tears

“Dia…”

“Shh, R/N… I’m here.”

You start to sob, but it’s no longer the party. It’s Diavolo. You missed him in the hour you were apart while he socialised with the guests. You missed him so much that you were gripping at the starry dress that you wished only he could see. 

“Dia…”

“Hm?”

“I just…"

He waits patiently. Your head burns - you have to say it. Perhaps you are a bit drunk on the cider, because you would have never done this just drunk on tears alone. 

“I just love you so much... It hurts.”

“What? Loving me?”

“No. Sometimes. Right now, it's my head.” 

“That’s because you’ve been crying… What caused all of this? I’ll address what you just said later on, but right now, what’s going on right now is more important. Tell me what happened and I’ll fix it.” 

“I’m tired.”

“Is that all?”

“I don’t like parties.”

“Anything else?”

“I think-"

You stop yourself. If you tell him about Mammon, he’d think there was competition. You’re too tired to explain. 

“I’m tired.”

“Alright. We can talk later.”

You do still want to hear if he loves you back, even though you’ve been told by many. Even though it’s as obvious as the Devildom sky is dark. 

“Diavolo, do you love me too?”

“...I want the time I tell you to be special, and that moment is not now. Please recover first. Do you want to stay in my room, instead of here?”

“Yes. Please.”

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 6: Fireworks.

As he allows you on his bed, he asks you something.

“Do you want to see the fireworks?”

“Hm?”

“There’s fireworks tonight… I know you love them.” 

“I love fireworks, Diavolo.” 

You’re so exhausted you find yourself repeating things. Things you love.

“I know.” He laughs and smiles back at you, after having drawn his curtain. His room has a view of the front of the castle.

And there it was, the first firework. 

“Thank you, Diavolo.”

“Would you like me to stay?”

“Please.”

“Of course.”

He sits beside you as you lay, your head facing the window that’s  lighting up with all sorts of colours. 

You can see your world in front of you. And for the first time, you can feel a sense of belonging to this unfamiliar world that he’s introduced you to. 

For once, you feel familiar.

⋆ Sequel here! ⋆

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Sequel for "Fireworks". Fandom: Obey Me! Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader Type: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Word Count: Around 2k. Summary: Another

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Paring: Diavolo X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: Around 1k.

Summary: You love fireworks. Diavolo loves you.

Author's note: Umm...i'm not too proud of this one, I rushed it in one night to get it done for Bonfire Night...regardless, please enjoy :)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51376672

TW: Nothing I can think of.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Prologue: 

I sought the colours in your heart and found them in colourful explosions of moments where we spend time together.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 1: Fire only burns when you touch it.

“Diavolo, did you hear? There’s a fireworks show!”

“Yes. Are you going to see it?”

I arranged it for you.

“I think so! I love fireworks...”

I know. You told me that you loved the colours in the sky, like it was the paint to a canvas. You told me you loved the shine compared to the dark and that you wished you were at home with your family to see it with them.

“Are you planning on going with anyone?”

“…I was kind of hoping it would be with you?”

Perfect. There’s no need for me to cancel my grand plans now.

“Of course. I would love to go with you, Y/N.”

“Thank you!”

“My pleasure.”

Even if you don’t like the surprise I have planned…I'm still glad I will get to see you smile, even if it’s only for the first half of the night.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 2: Memories come with feelings, as colours.

The dark sky of the Devildom is vast. Empty. Devoid of emotion, much reflecting the souls of those who find themselves born here of sin. 

And I rule it all. I own not only the sky, the ground, the buildings but the people. 

One thing I do not own, however, is your heart. 

And it is the one thing I want the most.

It makes me feel like the empty sky has much more meaning for my possession of it; since the day you’ve arrived you’ve brought colour into my life, whether you intended to, or not. 

Like fireworks.

You love fireworks.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 3: The sky alights with fireworks, much like your face with joy.

I love seeing your smile.

Do you remember that night?

The night I visited the House of Lamentation to see Lucifer.

The night I heard you crying yourself to sleep, wishing for home.

The night my heart broke for you, and the night my heart started to beat faster for you. And it still does.

I heard your muffled sobs while making my way to Lucifer’s office. It was quiet, but audible. 

When I opened the door, through the slither of light I could see you curled over. 

I wanted to see your face. 

I wanted you to feel better.

I approached slowly, carefully. 

To make you aware of my presence I sighed.

“Y/N?”

No response.

“What’s the matter?”

“Home.”

Who knew one word would be enough? 

The guilt hits me immediately. I took them from their home, their family. I took everything from them, so I could complete myself. Or my duties. But what’s the difference anymore?

“I’m sorry. I’m…so sorry.”

‘A demon king should never apologise!’ my fathers voice rings in my ears. 

“Diavolo…”

“Hm?”

“Can I go home?”

“…I’m sorry.”

They look up and our eyes meet. Theirs, bloodshot and wet from tears. 

“Will I ever get to go home?”

“Yes.”

I found myself sitting on the bed next to them. Unsure of where to put my hands, I placed them gently on their back, running circles.

“I…had to do this… Your family is fine. Your ‘home’ is just fine. It’s only a year you have to stay here.”

“Still.”

“Only a year.”

They start to sob again - I don’t know how to help them, I’ve never comforted or been comforted before. 

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re safe. I’ve made sure of that. Your family…they’ll be fine. You’re okay.”

“…Why are you helping me? Aren’t you a demon?”

“Demons can be nice too.”

“But why? Is it because I’m your student?”

“I can’t deny that I care about your well-being because you are a student at my academy…however…I think you’re truly special. The qualities I've seen within you over the course of this first week have been tremendously unique. In a good way, that is.”

“Really?”

“You’ve been strong. It’s been a week and you’re only just crying now.”

“How do you know I haven’t been crying on other nights?”

“Well…at least you haven’t started any arguments. Very honourable, seeing as you’re living with many infamously argumentative demons.”

They laugh, and what comes with it is a smile that brings colour.

A smile that I find myself wanting to see all the time since that day.

The evening ended with me tucking them in, after they had fallen asleep on my shoulder.

๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

Part 5: Ever-growing feelings like the flame to a fuse.

I think I’m starting to love you.

Love your voice, your kindness, your smile.

Inviting you to the castle everyday; for tea, for discussion of your lessons, for anything so I can see you. 

Everything about you is just so enthralling. 

I don’t know when or why these feelings started, but they did. And now I intend to do something about it. 

I’m going to tell you. Not in words, but an expression of how I feel. 

A metaphor through  something you love.

Fireworks.

࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

Part 6: Fireworks.

The plan. 

First half of the show, normal fireworks. So I can see their smile. 

The second half…. 

In the fireworks, spelt out will be their name.

And it is at that moment that I'll tell them.

——————————————————————-

As the special firework goes off, time slows.

Colours from the sky blur into the background, and all I see now is their smile gradually fading into confusion as they turn to me.

Our eyes meet once more and I speak through tense breaths.

“Y/N.”

“Wait. Were you the one who arranged this?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Why?

“Because. I’ve fallen for you.”

At that moment, a loud eruption of more fireworks occurs. I didn’t think of this outcome.

“Sorry?”

They didn’t hear me.

“I said…”

I’m interrupted yet again.

I’m growing impatient.

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

Part 7: Colours.

I lead them further from the fireworks, however it's still in view.

The garden. 

“I said…I’ve fallen for you.”

“…Finally.”

As the last set of fireworks explode, they wrap their arms around me, pulling me into a warm embrace. Hey, do you remember that night? I still remember your smile.

˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖⊹ ࣪

End author's note: While writing this I had the following Diavolo card in mind...:

Thank you for reading! Have a nice day/night :)

Could you write Solomon and Diavolo dating headcannons, both nsfw and sfw?

Also, have a good day!

-anon 🪼

I got u anon <3

Diavolo

Dia is a very cliché lover, I'm talking pulling out all the stops from the worst romance movies

The first time you stayed the night at the palace with him as his lover, the room was filled with as many rose petals as he could find, candles too! He had several things prepared for your stay as well! There was a gift basket in the bathroom with shower/bathroom items with your name on them, as well as your favorite products. There was even a brand-new toothbrush on the vanity next to his! Needless to say, he's over the moon about you.

PAMPERS you!!!

he uses his status to get you anything you ask for! You could ask him for the heart of King Tut, and he'd figure out how to get it for you

you're certainly one of the only people in the entire Devildom that will even consider asking the Demon Prince for a piggyback ride, and he will do it no questions asked! He loves using his demonic strength to carry you, even if you really only ask when you're tired

he's very proud to be your partner, he would shout it from the balcony every morning if he could

doesn't let anyone speak ill of you, he has eyes and ears everywhere, and if someone dares use your name negatively, they will often disappear. You usually don't even know you're being talked about.

Unfortunately, his status also gets in the way of many things, he's often very busy with royal demon matters, but once your relationship has become public knowledge, he doesn't mind having you at his side during meetings! He'll also gladly have you seated nicely on his lap while he does his daily paperwork, reveling in your company

Dia's a very lonely demon, so he's quite clingy, asking to spend any and all free time he may have with you! Although, he also asks you to keep him company when he doesn't have free time, which he'll understand if you're not up to it that day

NSFW

Diavolo, surprisingly, has very little experience. Often times, no one dares to flirt with him, and when they do he has to consider their motives. That being said, he is also absolutely shameless about asking for advice from the brothers (probably Asmodeus)

Your first time with him was straight out of a romance novel, he pulled out all the stops from mood lighting to incense; he even made a playlist after searching "best songs to have sex to"

He's a large demon, so he takes his time with you, starting with kisses. Lots of kisses; and the moment you find yourself unable to stifle a giggle, he sinks his teeth into your skin.

Possessive, and will mark you up like no tomorrow, be prepared to walk around with very visible hickeys

Likes lingerie, and has bought a couple of lovely sets, mostly consisting of a deep red color. However he finds himself unable to resist those teeny sleep shorts and tank top you have in your pajama roster; especially if you have nothing on underneath

Has you cum on his fingers several times before even attempting to fuck you. Enough that you're often exhausted by the time he deems you prepared enough

The first time he sank into you, his demon form came out, it felt so good. He also just likes fucking in his demon form, and can certainly tell you do as well.

Sex with Dia lasts hours, usually just short of you passing out, so aftercare is a huge part of the evening! He carries you to the bath, and everything smells like lavender. He's very gentle as he cleans you off with a warm washcloth, and you're often lulled to sleep by the warmth and comfort

Solomon

He likes to annoy you, but in the cute boyfriend way. Like randomly dabbing you up

Casual dates galore! He needs to go grocery shopping? Why don't you come with him! Wanna go to the bookstore? Oh? You're craving Akudonald's? He'll go! He's not one for anything super fancy, although he will take you somewhere nice every once in a while

Very attentive and giving, but like you think he's not paying attention, and he actually is. That book series from the human world you'd been keeping up with? He hands you the newest volume one day! That bracelet you considered at a sop the other day? It's on your wrist the next week. You're struggling with a class? Oh look, a detailed study guide for the whole year.

Not one to really initiate PDA past handholding, but isn't opposed to it! If you wanna make out at this café right now, feel fucking free baby

Bad texter. He often gets so engrossed in his work/experiments that his phone goes ignored for hours

Consistently tries to cook for you (you never let him in the kitchen)

He's not very clingy, and can go at least a day without seeing you, but he likes your company, and wants to make sure you know you're loved! When he's off doing something far away, he'll call you every morning when he wakes up, and every night before he sleeps. If somehow you're unable to answer due to time zones, he'll leave heartfelt voicemails for you to wake up to

Definitely uses your proximity to Lucifer to try and make a pact with him. It's worth a try, but ultimately gets him nowhere.

NSFW

Being a human in a land of demons can make a man feel...insecure to say the least, but what he lacks in demonic traits, he makes up for with magic. It's hard to go a night with him without a little sorcery; perhaps he whispers an incantation that will heighten your sensitivity before he assaults your senses with him. His voice, his hands, his scent; they all envelop you until the only thing running through your head is his name

His stamina isn't like a demon's but it's better than the average human's so he's often tired when you are, and is more than happy to just fall asleep and clean up later, unless you insist upon washing up right away (he may protest a little, but he always relents)

A little more blunt about what he wants than some others. Outright asking to fuck during makeouts is a frequent occurrence.

Enjoys cockwarming, it's relaxing. Plus, he gets to tease you to no end, which he also very much enjoys

Speaking of teasing, it's endless. He particularly likes edging you, feigning pity when you start begging to cum before giving you what you want; over and over again.

Needs a breather after he cums, his heart is pumping in his ears, just give him a second and he'll be fine :)

69

Wants to fuck your throat

Into choking, both getting choked and choking you

Doesn't mind letting you take the lead

A Life With Imperatore

I wanted to give Diavolo lovers/fuckers a happier ending. <3 I hope this helps soothe any broken hearts. This is part 1 of 2 (maybe 3?). [Please excuse my poor theory behind GER.]

Read this on A03 here!

Reader x Diavolo 

——

The screen before you shows a happy ending. The good guys won and Italy is safely in the hands of Giorno and Mista. You turn off the TV, but that ending didn’t leave you feeling happy. You’re filled with anxiety and dread over the way your favorite died… is still dying? Constantly? It’s heart-wrenching to see your favorite character die, but to see it in multiples is torture. 

“Thanks, Araki!” you sarcastically mutter as you walk into the kitchen for a snack. 

You glance out of the window to the back yard and see someone laying face down in the grass. Your heart pounds, flooding your veins with panic. Not because how the fuck did someone get into my back yard? But because you recognize him. Purple pants, pink spotted hair, and the tattoos on his arms that’s…

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The otherworld pt1

I became absolutely obsessed with this Coralline au idea by @yanderebloodlust

Hope you all enjoy it

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Otherworld pt2

Here is pt1 for all of you who haven't read it yet.

https://return-of-a-space-cowboy.tumblr.com/post/188755044241/the-otherworld-pt1-i-became-absolutely-obsessed

Yet again based of of @yanderebloodlust s au

You woke up the next morning to the fire was now a few mere  embers you smiled as you could here the faint put that Abbaccio made in his sleep. You sat up and scratched him behind his ear which to your suprise he enjoyed.

"We need to get ready now" you said to him as ran upstairs and began to prepare for your return to the otherworld.

You quickly had a shower and put your clothes back on (they weren't that dirty anyway, so why waste water on cleaning them if they weren't that dirty). Then you went down stairs and quickly ate a muesli bar before making sure you were prepared.

🌌🌌🌌

You sighed as you looked as the door. You didn't want to go in there but you knew that if you wanted to get your parents back then you'd just have to toughen up and face your fears.

You held onto the pendent and closed your eyes. You had to do this, your parents were counting on you.

You got on your hands and knees as you turned the key. You could feel your body tremble in fear as you opened the door. You crawled through the tunnel slowly, your breath was heavy with anxiety as you looked towards the faint light that outlined the door ahead.

After a while you finally reached the end and pushed the door open. You examined the room for someone but nobody was there so you began to crawl out.

Completely unaware of the tall male that loomed over you until it too late.

You screamed as you were aggressiveness pulled up and held against them. You struggled as much as you could but they wouldn't let go.

"Doppio!?" You screamed out the name of you assumed captor.

"No (Y/n)... I'm not Doppio... The Doppio you knew is long gone" the voice similar to the one you heard last night replied. You were then pushed on to the lounge as a rat emerged from the door.

You turned around and saw the male. His long hair was a fuchsia pink with small balls of black lint intertwined in it, he was a lot taller then Doppio and a lot leaner then him as well. He also emerald green buttons held in with black thread and you couldn't forget that dark mulberry lipstick on his lips as well as the stitch like tattoos that were on his arms.

He gave a sinister smirk as he picked up the rat and pulled the key from it's mouth before placing it down again and locking the door. You were now trapped.

"What... What did you do to Doppio?" You ask the male.

"What did I do to Doppio? you really should be asking yourself that question" he retorted as he waltzed towards you until his face was only inches away from yours.

"He's merely another puppet of mine, but unlike the others he and I are directly connected" he explained to you. You tried to snatch the key out of his hand but he caught you with his spare hand before you could get it.

"I'm not going to fall for your rotten tricks again, unlike Doppio I have no tolerance for such things" he hissed as he pressed the key against his lips, his tongue slowly sliding along the teeth of the key before pushing it into his mouth and swollowing it.

You gave a disgusted expression at the male's action.

"That should hopefully keep you from your foolish antics" he said as he planted a kiss on your cheek which left a dark lipstick stain on it. He then tried to kiss you on the lips but you pushed him away.

"No get away from me!" You yelled.

"Oh why must you be cruel to me my dear..." He lulled as he twirled a few strands of your hair in his finger, which you now noticed that his hands was nothing but large needles mended together into a prosthetic device.

"I'm am not your dear! I refuse... I refuse to love a monster like you!" You screamed causing his eyebrow to twitch with irritation.

"I want my family back! I wish I had never met you or Doppio!" You continued before your head jerked backwards as he slammed his palm into your neck, his cold needle tips nearly puncturing the delicate flesh.

"Say that again, I dare you!" He hissed with a voice drenched in venom. You knew that the consequences for pushing your luck would be horrible, but a strange wave of confidence just gave you the urge to be daring.

"I W-I-S-H I H-A-D N-E-V-E-R M-E-T Y-O-U O-R D-O-P-P-I-O!" you said, making sure to painful lengthen out each letter and oh boy did he not like that.

The male was livid, he gritted his his before grabbing you by the hair, several strands getting lodged in the joints of his prosthetic hand. You screamed in pain as he dragged you through the house until he reached the upstairs mirror before throwing you into it. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself for impact with the glassy surface but instead you landed onto a cold concrete floor covered in water.

You looked up to find yourself in a room you had never been in before. It was a cold and damp concrete box of a room with a old kingsize bed that had chains draped down the sides.

"Another poor unfortunate soul taken by Diavolo" a feminine voice that made your hair's stand on end muttered. You turned your head from side to side to find the source.

"Where are you? Show yourself" you said.

"Apologize, we should have known better then to hide" another female's voice softly spoke as three women appeared out of nowhere. The first had long straight black hair, the second had short bobbed blonde hair and the third had wavy brunette hair, all of had black buttons to cover where their eyes had previously been.

"Who are you?" You asked them.

"We are no different to you... We all wished to have a better life and that's when we met him..." The black haired lady said.

"He lured us in with the promise of a fairy tale romance in exchange for our eyes" the brunette continued.

"And that was when his true colours would shine... A twisted being, a demon of sorts" the blonde said.

"However we can see that you did not fall for his trap" the black haired lady said as her ghostly hand touched your face.

"Yes I did... He used my family as the bait..." you muttered.

"He swollowed the key and any chance of my escape" you continued.

"No he hasn't" the brunette spoke.

"Unlike us you still have your eyes, as long as you have them you still have hope" the blonde explained.

"Why are my eyes so important? How do they give me anymore of a chance of escape then you?" You asked.

"Eyes are a window to the soul, without them you'll never find your way to the afterlife... Diavolo takes them to trap our souls in this world... To keep us here with him forever" the blonde said.

"If you think I can escape... Tell me how I can" you ask.

"Diavolo may not act or seem like the type to play games, but he is..." The black haired lady said.

"Perhaps if you make a high stakes deal with him, you could have a chance to beat him, then he'll have no choice but to let you and your family go"

"But be wry-" the blonde was saying before something grabbed you and pulled you out of the mirror world. You flailed as you saw a few strands of pink hair in the corner of your eye.

"I hope the girls treated you nicely as I'm sure that you'll get have to get along with them" who you assumed at this point was called Diavolo said.

"You... You... Tricked those poor women into giving up their lives just to break them..." You muttered.

"Yes, I'm willing to do many things for a precious soul..." he said.

"But you, yours is something else... You give me such an indescribable feeling. It's intoxicating and I crave more of it" he mused as you could feel him push you down, even if his eyes were buttons you could see that gleam of lust.

"What would you put on the line for me?" You asked.

"Everything" he said with little hesitation he leaned I kissed you. This time you didn't stop him, you wanted him to let his guard down.

Afterwards he got up and extended his hand to you. Of course you didn't want to take it but you knew that you had to. You grabbed his and winced in pain as a few needles dug into your palm and joints pinched your fingers. Blood started to trickle down your hand but you tried you best to act like it was nothing.

"You must be so hungry, not having any food for days... You're lucky that Doppio prepared something to eat before he left"  he said as he dragged you behind him around the house. You looked at all the rooms which had been painted and decorated exactly how you and your parents had wanted to when you finally settled in. It was a bittersweet thought knowing that you were going to be painting your room last week, but alas you had been as foolish as to come to this world in the first place. Childish curiosity was what carved you into the very sinister heart of this man.

You entered the kitchen so see piles upon piles of food covering the table and benches.

"After you left Doppio when into a distraught frenzy... He blindly did things with little to no thought, including this excessive amount of food" Diavolo said as he pushed you into a seat.

Your eyes darted rapidly around the room as you look for something amongst the mountain of food. You grabbed out a chocolate chip cookie and began to nibble at it.

"what's the matter (Y/n)?" Diavolo lulled as he noticed your morbid features as you nibbled at the cookie like a little mouse.

"I'm bored..." You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Now was your chance.

"Well what do you  do you want to do?" He asked in a sultry tone as he placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Maybe...a game perhaps?" You Replied. In response he let out a chuckle.

"I'm not much of a person for board game" he commented.

"No, no. I want something more adventurous and daring" you said as you looked at him from the conner of your eye. Your words bought a small smirk to his face.

"I want to take a risk" you added. Those buttons showed a faint glint.

"How risky are we talking about?" He asked as a smile formed on his lips.

"As risky as it can get" you replied as you gave him a slightly suductive look.

"The girls told you to do this... Didn't they" he whispered in your ear as he wrapped his hand around your neck again.

"Don't let them manipulate you into thinking that you can win against me" he continued.

"I'm not just going to let you keep me here locked up" you choked.

"Fine then, I'll give you a game to play" he sighed.

"I've hidden the eyes of my three previous lovers throughout his world, they are in plain sight but also not able to be seen through eyes such as yours. Once you have found them you must return to me and I'll give you your final task. If you win you and your family will return to your own world and I I'll surrender the girls eyes, but if I win... You'll be all mine and you'll be trapped in this world with me for eternity" he explained as let go of your neck and fixes a few strands of your hair.

"I will warn you, I'm not making this some fun, childish treasure hunt... It'll be a agonising and painstaking challenge, just to show how determined I am to keep you" he continued as he trailed his finger across a small section of your spine causing you to shuddered.

"Oh don't worry, you can give up at anytime. All you need to do is call out my name plea for me to be at your side" he whispered in a husky tone as he licked your earlobe.

"I'm not going to be calling out your name anytime soon!" you hissed as you stood up and turned behind only to find that he had disappeared without a trace.

"I'll win this game if it's the last thing I do Diavolo! You here me?!" You yelled before walking out the kitchen door and into the large and elegant backyard. You then sat on the bench and went over what Diavolo said.

"I've hidden the eyes of my three previous lovers throughout his world, they are in plain sight but also not able to be seen through eyes such as yours"

How were you able to find something that you couldn't see! It was ridiculous, it was mockery!

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You sighed in anger as you tried to understand what Diavolo had said before getting pulled out of your thoughts.

"(Y/n) you can't just sit here and waste your time. This isn't just about you now, the spirits of those poor women are at stake" you heard a familiar masculine voice scold you. You looked down at your feet to find Abbaccio.

"How do you know that?" You asked.

"I can be anywhere at any time and right now you need to be finding those eyes" he anwserd in a bitter tone.

"But how am I going to be able to find what I can't see?" you asked him.

"You'll know what to do when you get to that stage, you just need to be confident in yourself" he said as he got up onto the bench.

"Thanks for the motivational speech Abbaccio" you said in a sarcastic tone.

"If you want to be stuck here as Diavolo's plaything then keep up you smart mouthing and woe is me attitude" he his as he walked on the bridge.

"No! I didn't mean it like that! Please wait!" you plead as you ran up to the bridge only to trip over.

You groaned as you tried to get up only to find a vine wrapping around your leg. You let out a scream as you tried to get it off.

"Abbaccio help me!" You yelled out to him. He saw you and tried to run towards you but another vine knocked him into a wall and caused him to fall unconscious.

Vines wrapped around your legs to prevent you from moving, as the mantis like vehicle headed towards you with it's sharp blades approached.

Was Diavolo trying to kill you?

You thrashed around in horror as it got closer. In a moment of desperation used the last of your mobility to grab railing on the other end of the bridge. You closed your eyes, hoping this mad tactic worked.

You felt the vines loosen and you looked behind you to find them all chopped up, but before you were able to celebrate the machine turned around and continued to make it's way towards you.

'fuck' you thought as the only exit was now covered by a newly overgrown hedge. You ran towards the machine in a rash attempt to stop it. Just as it was about to slash through your legs you jumped over them and landed on it, accidentally knocking off the gear shift, causing not only the round handle the fall off but also causing the machine to move backwards and crash into the railing.

A swarm of dragonflies swooped down, most nipped and bit you while a few tried to pick the handle up.

You hopped off the machine and shooed of the dragonflies while watching one grab the handle.

'This handle must be important if their trying to take it' you thought sprinted towards the bug which was now hovering over the pond.

The bastard was gonna drop it.

You quickly jumped on-top of the railing before launching yourself towards it. Closed your eyes and held your breath as you hoped that you could catch it.

You felt your hand wrap around your a circular object as your body landed into the cold pool of water. For a few seconds you felt you body falling into the water, you never imagined the pond would be as deep as it was. Your body then began to rise and you began to kick til you reached the top. You gasped for air and shook your hair out of your face before opening your eyes.

The once bright and lush garden was now wilted and lifeless, all around you the exoskeletons of hundreds of dragonflies floated across the water. You looked in you hand an saw the handle in it.

'had that really caused all of this?' you thought as you began to swim towards the edge of the pond before pulling yourself out and sprawling yourself on the cobblestone floor.

All the adrenaline faded away causing you to become exhausted. You closed your eyes, almost about to meet the sweet inky blackness of sleep until you felt a paw on you hand.

"(Y/n), what happened?" A voice asked.

"I don't even know" you mumbled to him, not even opening you eyes to look at them.

"All I want to do right now is sleep" you continued.

"Now is not the time to sleep! Get up!" He yelled. You were on the verge of tears as it was but now you just broke.

"I NEARLY DIED JUST THEN! ABBACCIO DON'T YOU GET IT!" you cried out as you flung your head forward as you sat up. You pulled at your hair.

"Ok dia-" you were about to scream until Abbaccio scratched you.

"(Y/n) don't fall for it, it's just a trick... If Diavolo were to have you killed now then he's the loser because your soul will escape, he is simply making you believe that your life is in danger so that you'll give in... It is nothing more then a game of chicken" he explained as he rubbed up against you, you stopped sobbing .

"Did you at least get the first pair of eyes?" he asked.

"No, I still haven't found them but the dragonflies that were alive earlier seemed very interested in this you said as you showed him the handle only to feel something yank the necklace.

"Abbaccio what was that for?!"

"I didn't do it" he retorted before it was yanked again, this time you saw the pendent being pulled towards the handle.

"What the hell?" You muttered as you pulled the pendent to your eye and inspected it, nothing about it was out of the ordinary until you peered through the hole.

The world was only seen in black and white through it, you used it to look around the area and then you looked at the handle, or at least that's what you remember it being, what you saw now was a pair of eyes looking straight at you. You let out a small shriek as you dropped them and let go of the pendent. The handle rolled around, threatening to fall in the water once more before you grabbed it.

"What happened?" Abbaccio asked.

"it's supposed to help guide and protect me" you recited Gelato's words like it was part of a play script.

"The necklace is guiding me... It's showing me the eyes" you muttered.

"I have a chance. I have a chance!" You chanted in happiness as you stood up, full of energy to prevail. You could really do it. You could beat Diavolo at his own game.

"Abbaccio, I'm going back into the house, you should probably stay away now, I don't want Diavolo to see you" you said as you marched back towards the house.

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You wondered around the main house with no sign of the other eyes, or Diavolo. At this stage the only place left to check was the dreaded basement, it seemed so childish but you really were afraid of it. The air down their was full of negativity and possibly thousands of harsh spores waiting to give you respiratory problems but if you wanted to escape you needed to check every nook and cranny.

You opened the the dark door and saw the light faintly flicked as it swang side to side like a pendulum. Groans and moans echoed throughout the room and the stench of death and decay wafted. You took a deep breath as you you took your first step into the basement.

You slowly walked downstairs, with no idea as to what might be down there. A soft humming caught your attention as you reached the bottom. You let out a gasp as you Doppio in the corner, his posture was like that of a discarded doll waiting for their owner to play with them again.

"(Y/n)..." The purple haired boy muttered in a raspy voice. You didn't want him to know that you were here but you felt so much pitty towards the eyeless boy.

"I'm so sorry Doppio... What did he do to you?" You asked as you approached him. He gave you a wry smile.

"Diavolo has no more use of me once he has you... I'm simply a puppet that is to be disposed of, I'll spend the rest of my short existence rotting in here" he responded in the most unemotionally grim voice you had ever heard as his flesh began to fall off like goo.

"Doppio! What's happening?!" You screamed as you kneeled in front of him and let his body rest on your lap.

"I no longer have a purpose in this world... Which means that I'll no longer exist..." He whispered only loud enough for you to hear.

"No..." Was the only thing that would come out of your mouth.

"I'm so sorry I dragged you into this... I'm so sorry I let Diavolo use me to manipulate you..." He continued.

"I love you so much, I really do... I know Diavolo will hate me for this but there's no real point to fear him now that I'm dying..." He said as he caressed your cheek with his melting hand, a oozing concoction of melted flesh, muscle and blood sticking to your face but you didn't pay and attention to the grotesque bodily fluids and held onto the bony remains of his hands.

"The other eyes... are in the theatre... and the rat circus" he choked out.

"Doppio..." You mumbled as you nearly erupted into tears.

"Please... Don't cry over me... I'm the one who brought you into this he'll... You shouldn't be like this..." He said with his last breath before completely falling apart.

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PART 1

18+ CONTENT ! NO MINORS !

gender neutral + submissive reader 🖤

cut for NSFW !

First off; go into his office and sit on his lap. see what happens ;)

spoiler alert- sit on his lap and one of three things will happen: 1. he'll have you facedown on his desk and fuck you w/o mercy 2. he'll make you ride him (or cockwarm him) while he works 3. if he's trying to restrain himself, ride his thigh to get him hot and bothered <3

if he needs some ~release~ this man will definitely find you in whatever room of your shared house (no way you're not moving in with him) and will pound you into the wall/bed/counter

Dia likes to play with you ~down there~ while he rasps the filthiest things in your ear and licks and sucks on your neck :)

you're his and his only; does he need to make you remember ? bites and bruise and hickies should be enough to say who owns you

seeing his lipstick smudged all over you gets him rock hard all over again

stroke his chest and whisper in his ear and he'll blush; every now and then he's easy to fluster

pull his hair and you'll get a growl-like exhale and he'll pounce on you

bite his ear, he'll give you a good whine~

don't tease him too often cause once he's had enough you won't be able to walk for a week

I hope you enjoyed <3 part 2 is coming soon ! don't forget my inbox is open, so lmk if there's anything you want to see !