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Home ( Part 2 of Replaced )

Author : I don't really have anything to say but, I might get the side characters personality wrong or out of character so...I'm sorry for that. I also don't know if Purgatory Hall have extra dorm room so, let's pretend that they have extra rooms.

Just a quick note for the characters colour :

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Solomon.

Anyways, enjoy~

As Jinx landed in front of Purgatory Hall, Simeon walk towards us with a confused face.

" Ayumi, what are you doing here? "

" Oh Simeon, Is it...okay if I stay here for a while? With my Jinx also. "

" Of course! You and Jinx are always welcome here. "

" Thank you, Simeon. "

Simeon carried my bag, even though I can carry it by myself. He insisted and carried it all the way in Purgatory Hall. While we we're sitting on the couch, I saw how Simeon looked conflicted. It was like, he was debating himself.

" Simeon? Do you want to ask something? "

" Oh, yes but, I'm not sure if your comfortable with it. "

" I won't know unless you ask. What is it? "

" Did you ran away from HOL? "

I hummed in affirmation while, stroking Jinx that was sleeping next to me.

" I heard a slap from my room. So, I thought Freya was hitting Jinx. I ran and pushed her too hard. I didn't know where she hit her head since, I was too distracted seeing if Jinx was hurt.

" I see, but you still have to apologise. "

" I know, I'm in the wrong too. I'll apologise to her later. "

" That's good, I'm glad your able to see both view and not just yourself. "

" I have always been like that. "

Simeon chuckled and teases me being similar to Lucifer's pride. Of course I was offended about being similar to Lucifer but, I felt slightly better after ranting my problems to Simeon. After a few minutes of chatting, Simeon offer me to sleep in the extra room to rest. I thanked him and lay down on the bed.

I turn on my D.D.D and open the chat application. I scroll down to see my contacts to see if I have Freya phone number. Surprisingly, I saved her number. I started typing...

" Hey Freya, I'm sorry for pushing you earlier. I will admit that I'm wrong for pushing you but, it doesn't mean that you can hurt Jinx. You're still partly at fault here. "

I was about to turn off my D.D.D. until I got a reply. That was fast...

" Why should I be at fault when you've done worse. I was merely playing with the cat. And even if I did hit Jinx, he can heal in only a few seconds. He is a cat from hell after all. "

I'm speechless...I was hoping that I'm wrong about pushing her but, I guess she needs more than a harsh push.

" Blame me all you want, I have done my part. Goodnight. "

I block Freya's number and put my phone aside. I wanted to hit her...a lot...Suddenly, Jinx woke up and went to me. He sits on my lap and looked at me with his beautiful gold and emerald eyes. I stroke his head and let my anger washed away by his soft purrs. I sighed.

" Thanks for coming to me Jinx. Let's go sleep now, we'll wake up late tomorrow if we don't sleep. "

I went to change my clothes, put on some of my night skincare, brush my teeth and went straight to bed. It took me a few hours until I can feel my eyes slowly closing and drift myself into a deep slumber.

After the incident, all of the demon brothers ignored me. They didn't even bother to spare a glance at me. It's irritating so, I did the same. I didn't bother to pay attention to them nor spare a glance.

After a few days, I was debating myself where could I have place my earphone. I looked all over Purgatory Hall but no luck. I went to Solomon's room and asked.

" Hey Solomon, can you help me with something? "

" What is it? "

" I can't find my earphone. "

" Have you tried finding it in your room? "

" I have searched the whole Purgatory Hall, but I still can't find them. Can you do a tracking spell or something? "

" I can on one condition. "

" What is it? "

" Taste my new recipe after this. "

" No thank you. "

" Come on! Simeon and Luke won't taste them. Your my only hope here. "

" I don't want to get food-poisoning. "

" Is my food that bad? "

" Yes. "

After a lot of desperate persuasion from Solomon, I decided to sacrifice my tastebud to find my precious earphone.

" Anyway, why are you desperate to find that earphone? "

" It's a gift from someone I treasured a lot. "

" Oh...okay, give me a minute. "

As Solomon was casting the tracking spell, the location of my earphone is at HOL.

" Alright, guess I better head there now. "

" Don't forgot about the deal. "

" Yeah yeah. "

After I arrived at HOL, I stood there for a solid minute to recollect my thoughts before entering. I opened the door quietly and see if there is anyone at home. Luckily, the demon brothers hasn't returned yet from their student council meetings with Freya.

I walked down the hallway and enter the bedroom that I used to sleep in. I closed the door behind me and looked around the room. I often put my earphones at the side table so, I immediately search it there. Luckily, It didn't took long until I found my earphone. As I was about to leave the room, I saw Freya stood in front of me.

" Oh Ayumi, what are you doing here? "

" I forgot to take my earphone here. Excuse me- "

" Hey Freya, can you play with me- Ayumi? "

" Yo Levi!!! is my turn to be with Freya...Ayumi? "

" What are you doing here? "

" I'm just here to take my earphone. I'll leave now. "

" Where have you been? "

" At Purgatory Hall, why? "

" You know what would happened if you went out without permission. "

" Of course. I was about to ask for one either way. "

" Ayumi, you shouldn't talk to Lucifer like that- "

" I didn't ask you Freya. Leave yourself out if you don't want me to do the same thing to you. "

" Ayumi! "

" You have gone too far darling! "

I walked past through them and head downstairs. As I was about to reach the door, my legs stopped moving. I tried to move but I couldn't. One of them must have put a spell on me. I turn my head to see Lucifer in front of me.

" Just where do you think your going? "

The others we're with Freya and clings to her like a puppy. Cute but pitiful.

" I told you, I'm going to Purgatory Hall. "

" Why are you going there? This is your home. "

" Home? "

I laughed bitterly at the word " home " I answered.

" I rather eat Solomon's food than live here with...her. "

" Your just Jealous that we're paying more attention to Freya more than you. "

" Maybe. "

" Ayumi...you could've told me... "

" A mere stranger is not worth telling about anything. Especially, hearing that coming out from you. "

" I understand...it's not like everyone will like me. "

" You shouldn't look down to yourself Freya. "

" You are more loved than you think. "

" Yeah! The Great Mammon will prove it to ya! "

" Don't blame yourself Freya, Ayumi is the one to blame here. "

" What Belphie said darling! "

" I wish we hadn't make pacts with Ayumi. "

" Ayumi, you are banned from coming here. Unless you beg me to return then I might consider it. "

" Pfft- In your dreams. And oh, you have my full consent if you want to break off the pact. It's not like I can't protect myself. I hope your happy with your decision. "

I walked toward the door and left HOL. I started to walk faster and didn't turn back. I take my earphone out of my pocket and start to reminisce the past. I wanted to shout...How could I let myself get hurt again. I hold back my tears that almost escaped from my eyes, It would be embarrassing if someone notice this weak state of mine.

After I feel stable again, I continued walking so, I could forget these terrible feeling that's boiling in my blood.

To be continue~

The truth ( Chapter 3 of Replaced )

Author : I might get the side characters personality wrong or out of character so, I'm sorry about that. Also in this chapter, I made the removal of pacts is painful like how when we ( MC's ) first got them. My writing sucks here so, please bear it with me.

A quick note for the characters colour :

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Solomon.

Anyways, enjoy~

After I arrived at Purgatory Hall, I saw Luke running towards me and hugged me.

" Ayumi! Your back! "

" Woah there, did something happened Luke? "

" I'm just worried, because you've been taking too long. "

" I'm sorry, something happened while I was finding my earphone. "

" Did any demons hurt you?! What happened?? "

" Nobody hurt me, I just got kicked out from HOL. "

" You got kicked out?? Why? "

" The demon brothers got someone else they like now. They don't like me anymore after I hurt Freya. "

" But your just protecting Jinx! How could they not believe you?! You have done so much for them too! "

I patted Luke's head. He seemed a bit annoyed but enjoyed it nonetheless.

" Well, it's their loss if they can't see my worth. Plus, I can spend more time with you. "

Luke's face lightened up but his smile immediately turn into a concern frown. "

" Ayumi... "

" Yes? "

" Are you okay? "

" I'm okay, don't worry. Let's go bake with Barbatos, I'm in the mood for sweets today. "

" Oh...okay! I'll go ask Simeon if he wants to come. "

" Alright, I'll bring Jinx. "

After a few minutes, Me, Luke and Simeon rode Jinx as we fly to Diavolo's castle. Soon we arrived, and went inside to greet Barbatos.

" Hello Barbatos. "

" Hello Simeon, Luke, Ayumi. "

" Barbatos you forgot Jinx. "

Barbatos chuckled and patted Jinx.

" My apologies, hello to you Jinx. "

The black feline responded with a soft meow😸.

" Follow me. "

We went inside the castle and Barbatos asked.

" What brings all of you here? "

" We want to bake some sweets. "

" I'm also craving for sweets. "

" I see, let's head to the kitchen now. "

We head to kitchen and started baking one of my favorite desserts, French macaroons. I struggled at first but, I'm able to catch up quickly. I managed to make the macaroon shells looked decent and had a small flour fight with Luke. Barbatos eventually stopped us from wasting more flour and Simeon just laughed at our actions.

After the French macaroons is fully baked, we placed the macaroons on a cake stand and served them with some cakes and tea. Soon after, Diavolo and Solomon joined us. We we're having fun chatting until, I felt my skin is burning. I didn't think removing pacts would be this painful.

I tried to hold the pain but Barbatos noticed it before I could do anything. He place his hand on my shoulder with a concern look. Diavolo took notice and proceeds to worry as well.

" Ayumi, are you okay? "

I pulled my sleeves up and watched my pact marks slowly disappearing. The others seemed pretty shocked and probably angry. I clenched my fist tightly trying to endure for a little but, it just worsen the pain.

" Well...this is painful... "

" Why are your pact marks disappearing...?! "

" I gave the brothers my full consent to remove the pact so, they could have a pact with Freya. "

" Freya? The new exchange student? "

Luke nodded while holding my hand.

" Yeah! She's also the one who hit Jinx! "

" I see... "

" Luke! You shouldn't say that. "

" But it's her fault for getting Ayumi kicked out and hated by the demon brothers! "

" Luke is not wrong, Simeon. "

" I- "

Simeon couldn't say anything and proceeds to pinch the bridge of his nose.

" How are you doing with the pain Ayumi? "

" Worse than your food. "

" Seriously. "

" Haha, Ayumi is still as optimistic as ever. "

" It'll be over soon, please endure it for a little longer. "

I nodded and let myself breathe. The pain slowly subside, as I can feel myself return to my normal state again.

" Ayumi? Does it still hurt?? 🥺"

" Don't worry, I'm okay now. Thanks for asking Luke. " I said while patting Luke's head.

" I'm not a kid you know! " Luke said while pouting like a chihuahua.

" Oh Lord Diavolo, can I go visit to the human world? "

" Of course, when? "

" Tomorrow. I want to visit my sisters. "

" Alright. "

" How long will you be away? "

" Probably for a few days or so. "

" Can you buy something while your at the human world? "

" Is it human world ingredients? "

" Yes. I prepared a list for- "

" No thank you. After being your taste tester last time, I'm not risking myself getting another food poisoning. "

" Why are you so mean 😭 "

Everyone laughed at both of our behavior. Solomon kept begging me until I gave up and ended with a long list of human ingredients in my hand.

At HOL

Freya POV :

After me and the demon brothers arrive at HOL, I close the door behind me and muttered a spell under my breath. Slowly, the chains coiling them. I walked toward the demon brothers while they're struggling to escape under my spell.

" What the- What's this?! "

" Why can't we move?! "

" Ew...what's with colour of these chains? "

" Asmo! This is not the time! "

" Who did this?! "

" Haha...Finally...after centuries of failed attempts, I got all of your seven pacts at last. "

" Freya...? "

Beel eyes widened as he looked at me, confused.

" W-what... "

Belphie looked conflicted trying to process the situation.

" What is the meaning of this Freya?! "

" You still don't get it? I thought your smart enough to figure it out already. "

" Why do ya do this?! "

" Simple, pact marks. "

" What are you going to do with our pact marks?! "

" To defeat Lord Diavolo and rule the three realm. "

" You won't be able to defeat Lord Diavolo. He's stronger than you! "

" You might not know this but, I have an ability to steal powers. Once I steal Lord Diavolo's power, I'll be able to take over Devildom. "

" I can't believe it. We trusted you! "

Everyone's reaction is very amusing to watch. Their disbelief, confused and betrayal expressions are priceless!

" Nobody is going to help any of you. Not Diavolo, Not Barbatos, Not Solomon, Not Simeon. Nobody. "

I stood up and walked around them.

" I also heard that Ayumi is going to the human world tomorrow, to visit her sisters. I guess you won't be able getting any help from her either. "

As I walk in circle, I observe each of their expression. Their wrath seemed to spreading all over them. I couldn't help but cackle in amusement. I decided to tease them a little, to see their guilty faces.

" You should be VERY guilty after what all of you have done. "

I walked to Levi.

" You must be happy for wishing to break off the pacts in front of Ayumi, Levi. I'm really happy, knowing that you would make pact just for me and leave your second player afterwards. She must be really lonely after that. "

" I-I didn't mean to... " Levi muttered while looking at the floor.

I walked over to Belphie.

" You must be very lucky to be able to get away easily. She didn't fought back because she's the oldest, the one who takes all the blame, no matter what. It must be nice being the youngest. "

Belphie looked away from me, not making a single eye contact. Then, I walked over to Beel next.

" You must be satisfied to always have your stomach full. Knowing that humans need to eat to live. Ayumi always gave her food to you, because she know how you're struggling a lot to hold your sin. I feel bad for her really. "

Beel eyes started to form tears and looked away from me. I walked to Satan.

" Since I came here, you've always have been getting more impatient and irritated around Ayumi. You even trashed her room and almost destroy her earphone that was gifted from her sister. She still didn't get mad at you and apologise first instead. Aren't you embarrassed? "

" Shut up. "

Satan hissed at me annoyed. I walked at Asmo

" When you stopped paying attention to Ayumi, you've been rude to her. You say a lot of things about her looks. You forgot the fact that humans are VERY emotional. I've always seen her getting insecure and her anxiety slowly getting to her since then. Don't you feel bad? "

" That's not true! My darling won't- "

Asmo broke into tears afterwards. I walked to Mammon.

" Your supposed to protect her Mammon. She manage to get you away from trouble and took the punishment instead. She stand up for you, comfort you with her encouraging words. But, this is how you repay her kindness? "

Mammon looked down at the floor without a word. Lastly, I walked to Lucifer.

" And you. Ayumi doesn't like you the most. We all know how Ayumi has a lot similarities, when it comes comparing her to you. She always had to deal with your long ass lecture. Even though, she had helped you with works. Even in secret, she would lessen your work just to let you spend with your brother. Good job Lucifer. "

Lucifer stare at me with a death glare. He still not putting down his pride.

" Do you know why she did that? "

" She's just doing that because she hated me overworking myself. "

" True, but that's not the main reason. "

" What do you mean by that? "

I bend down on one knee and look at Lucifer.

" She did that for you not to make the same mistake as her. Ayumi always study non-stop just to meet her parents expectations. She barely had any time to spend time with her sisters. They we're very young at that too. One of them also happen to be an infant. "

Lucifer's face slowly turning guilt but manage to stay compose.

" One day, when she return from school. She saw her house on fire. She manage to get her sisters out but, they died...right in her arms with burn scars. She had always been guilty about it. She even got blame for that. Since then, she had always pretend that her sisters we're still alive. Even though she knew, they're gone. "

Lucifer's eyes widened, his face slowly become guilty. I probably remind him Lilith. I love their guilty faces. I laughed.

" HAHAHA! Look at your faces! Seven rulers of Hell, feeling guilty for that pitiful human?! HAHAHA! I'm only teasing but who knew! HAHAHA! "

" Don't call her that! "

" OH, so you finally decide to do something good for her? WELL too bad! I'm going to kill every single of you, once I steal Diavolo's power. You'll be dead before you could say sorry! "

I casted a spell where black thorny vines coiling them. They didn't struggle, they we're too guilty for what they have done. Slowly, their eyes turning lifeless grey as if they're not breathing anymore.

" Now, sleep...Let your sorrow and regrets consume you. "

The next day at Divolo's castle

Ayumi POV :

As I stood next to Barbatos, Lord Diavolo opened a portal to the human world. I picked up Jinx and looked at everyone. Luke seems sad.

" Luke? What's wrong? "

" Please come back quickly! "

" I'll try okay. I will bring back some human world desserts too. "

I patted Luke's head as his eyes brighten up.

" I'll get going now. "

As I was about to walk into the portal, a bright light flashed everywhere and loud rumbling sound. Suddenly my body is slammed to the wall, bleeding. I tried to look up with my trembling state to see someone familiar stood in front of Diavolo.

It was Freya...

" Hello there Lord Diavolo. "

She clawed her fingers in the demon prince's neck. Diavolo couldn't release himself from Freya's grasp.

" I hope you don't mind me borrowing your powers for a while. "

As her fingers dig deeper into the demon prince's neck, Diavolo's eyes slowly turning grey as if he was lifeless. Barbatos tried to attack from behind but Freya able to stop him and slowly draining his powers with her strong grasp.

My eyes widened, I couldn't believe what I witness. I clenched my fist in trying to hold my wrath until, Solomon came and help me stand up.

" Hey are you okay? "

" I'm okay. Where's Simeon and Luke? " I asked, worried if they're injured.

" Don't worry, they're both are hiding. I'll teleport you to them, while I distract Freya. "

I grabbed Solomon's hand immediately.

" Are you crazy?! She'll steal your powers and kill you! "

" I know, but I'd hate it more seeing you hurt. Don't worry, I'll come back. I'm an immortal after all. "

Solomon then casted a spell and teleported me to a hiding spot, where Simeon and Luke is.

" That motherfucker. "

I looked around to find Simeon hugging Luke, calming the little angel. I went to them and cup Luke's face.

" Luke! Are you okay?! Did you get hurt?! "

" I-I'm okay! "

" What happened to Solomon? "

" He's distracting Freya right now. We have to get out of here before she comes- "

BOOM

Freya walked towards us dragging Solomon's body. Following with seven familiar figure behind her. It was the demon brothers. I hold Luke's shaking hand while Simeon stood in front of me.

" Just where do you think your going? "

To be continue~

The sacrifice ( Final chapter of Replaced )

Author : I might get the side characters personality wrong or out of character so, I'm sorry about that. My writing might suck in this chapter because I'm in a rush. I had a a lot homework need to be submitted tomorrow. If any of you want an extra chapter to know what happen, just comment and I'll write them.

Before that, let me tell you a quick backstory. Ayumi has a cousin who's born with a curse where she wield an immense of dark powers. The only way to remove the curse is to transfer the power to another person and Ayumi happen to be the person. However, Ayumi cannot use the power because there's a chance that she could get killed while using it.

A quick note for the characters colour :

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie. Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, Solomon.

Anyways, enjoy!

Ayumi POV :

As I looked at Solomon's body. My anger started to boiling in me. But I can't be angry yet. Luke is scared, Simeon won't be able to defeat Freya and I can't come up with a plan.

Freya looked at me and grin.

" Ahh...you must be looking for your wizard friend. I'm afraid that I might've took his powers. "

She throw Solomon's body to the ceiling and continue.

" All I need is the angel's power left. "

I stepped in and hold Freya off with my remaining strength. She hold my fist stopping me from punching her.

" Your physical strength is astounding. Sadly, your not strong enough to defeat me. "

She threw me to the ceiling and continued to walk toward Simeon. My mind went blank as I hit my back through the wall. All I could think of is how stupid I am to hold back.

Freya POV :

I walked towards Simeon and Luke. Simeon had already transform into his angel form to protect Luke.

" I want to talk more but I don't really have much time left, so just surrender. You will lose either way. "

As I was about to grab the angel's throat, my hand was wrapped around by an ominous power.

" What's this? Dark magic? "

I turn to see who's the culprit and saw Ayumi, standing with her glowing ruby eyes.

" I don't get it. Your supposed to be dead. "

" You thought your the only one who's odd. Well, think again. "

In a speed of lightning, Ayumi leap toward and kicked me. My back hit the ceiling of the castle. I wiped my lips to see my hands stained with blood.

" You seven hold off Ayumi while I get the angel's power. "

I snapped my fingers and the seven demon obey my command.

Ayumi POV :

I tried to walk to Simeon and Luke, but I take a few steps away from them. I'm scared of hurting them.

" Ayumi! " Luke cried while running to me.

I hold my hand up like a stop signal.

" Please don't come close to me. I might hurt you. "

" Ayumi... "

As Freya is getting closer, I casted the shadows to make a barrier to protect the two angels and the injured sorcerer.

" Ayumi!!! What are you doing!!! " Luke screamed while banging his tiny hands at the barrier.

I ran toward Freya but the demon brothers stopped me from getting close. As I look at them, their eyes we're lifeless. How could Freya use the demons like puppets.

I casted the shadows to hold them and continue to head toward the target. Freya summoned a few giant spears and shoot them toward me. I able to dodge them easily and tackle Freya to the floor. I dig my nails into Freya's throat.

" Give everyone's power back. "

" Heh, as if. " Freya pulled my hand and threw me. I stand up and tried to attack her but she stopped me.

" I will tell your friends to kill themselves if you don't hand me the angel! "

She said angrily while raise her hand up high, ready to snap her fingers to give command. I thought of a plan and spoke.

" If you stop control the demon brothers, then I'll get Simeon. "

" Oh, I didn't think your that easy to convince. I guess you still care for the demon brothers. "

I went to the barrier and looked at Simeon and Luke.

" Ayumi...? W-why...? "

I put my fingers on my lips signaling them. I used my powers to replicate Simeon.

" What are you doing?? "

" Stay quiet. I'm going to replicate you and Luke while you both go hide. Don't worry, my shadows will protect you both. "

" What about you? "

" I'll free the brothers and return everyone's power. Now, go hide. "

I watched them both with a smile while my shadows keep them hidden. I walked to Freya with the replicates.

" Here, like I promise. Release the demon brothers now. "

Freya grin and snapped her fingers to release the demon brothers from her mind control. I ran to them and checking their injuries. Thankfully they're not hurt. I watched as Freya dug her nails into Simeon's neck.

" Finally! The angel's power will be mine. "

Suddenly my replicates disappear into shadows.

" What is this?! "

Freya turned to me with furrowed eyebrows.

" You tricked me! "

" Who knew the same bitch who manipulates people is this dumb. "

" SHUT UP! "

Freya transformed into a more powerful form. Her eyes became bright orange and reveal her hideous wings that matches her attitude. She was blinded by wrath and greed altogether.

" YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS! "

She summoned the spears again but this time her aim is faster than before. I reveal my black feather wings and fly to dodge all the spears. Suddenly, my powers are starting to get unstable. The black veins are visible on my face. Sooner or later the powers will take control of me.

Freya then blast her powers and I immediately blast mine. The power that me and Freya hold was a lot that it explodes. I landed near the demon brothers. My body revealed all the scars, bruises and the bleeding. The demon brothers came to me and shake my body a bit.

" Ya human! Wake up! "

" Ayumi! Wake up please! W-we're really sorry... "

" Please don't die yet! "

" Please...we can't lose you yet... "

I shakily look up to see the brothers worried faces. They still care for me after all. Then a spear shoot right cross beside me, it was a few inches close to stab me. I stand up and turn to Freya. She has her left hand at her wounds while the other held up.

" I'm not done with you yet. " She said while panting while summoning more spears.

As my powers are almost taking over me, I draw the last power to Freya and defend the brothers with my black feathered wings. The spears stab both of my wings as I shield the brothers.

" Ayumi!!! " all the demon brothers shout.

I coughed blood as I try to speak. I wanted to say so many things but all I could muster is just a few sentence.

" I-I'm *coughs* sorry *cough* "

" and *cough* I forgive all of you... "

Stab sound ( I'm sorry, I don't know how to write a stabbing sound )

The one last spear stab through my gut. As I slowly starting to lose consciousness, all I could see is the blood on the floor and the sound of cries. It hurts...but at least I get to save them. Soon, I closed my eyes and everything around me turn black. Nothing remains anymore, and I'm back to being alone.

The end~

" Your not a failure, I am "

This is just a random fic, I just had to write it for some reason. Anyways, this is about my mc Ayumi being honest. She had enough of hearing the brothers saying they failed Lilith. Warning : Bad grammars, out of character and badly written...Enjoy...?

Ayumi pov :

Lucifer invited me to his office to spend some time together. It's also has been a while since I last hang out with him. I didn't reject his invitation and came to his office a few minutes later.

We both sat down and listen to the old classical music with tea. The music is calm and soothing, it makes my mind starting to drift to dreamland. Before it could happen, Lucifer talked.

" How's RAD? "

" It's alright I guess. "

" Good. "

" How's your day? "

" It's the same as usual. "

Awkwardness filled the room, I have a sudden realization how the both of us are equally bad when it comes to communicating with each other. Great...

" I suddenly remembered, your also the eldest in your family correct? "

" Yeah, I'm pretty much a single parent with a bunch of siblings like you "

Lucifer let out a small chuckled,

" How's your sibling right now? "

" I wish I knew... "

" What do you mean? "

" I lost them a long time ago...I also failed them... "

Lucifer expression softened, his expression looks...sympathetic and understanding.

" I understand...I failed Lilith too. "

I tightening my hold at my empty teacup, feeling a slight envy and rage building up inside me.

" You didn't failed her. "

" Are you comforting me? If so- "

" I'm not. I am trying to prove a point. "

Lucifer looks confused.

" You didn't failed her, stop saying that you failed her... "

" What are you trying to prove? "

I sighed and turn to face him

" Stop saying that you are failing her, you didn't just manage to save her but you also able to give her a happy life at the human world. What's the failure about? " My voice rose a bit.

" I envy you...you don't just have loving siblings, they're also alive and still living well... "

Lucifer sat quietly

" Sometimes I wonder, why are you so harsh on your brothers...especially Mammon...I'm not saying to move on quickly, I am saying that you should at least be grateful and not take these for granted...I'm sorry, I got angry... "

" Do you mind explaining for your sudden outburst and your point? "

I sat quietly until I started talking again,

" Don't you get it? I'm just a mere human, I couldn't bring back someone's life and able to grant them a second chance to live. While, you manage to save Lilith without being blamed for her death. People blame me directly for my siblings death. I cause their death. "

" They blame me, they hate me...They end their life because of me... "

I turn to face Lucifer with my red eyes glowing in pure anger and sorrow simultaneously.

" So stop saying your a failure. Your not, I am. "

My thoughts on wrath.

This is just a random fic, and to show some appreciation to the cat-loving demon, Satan! This is purely base on my own experiences and sort of rant...? It's just based on how I feel entirely really, Enjoy!

Warning : Bad Grammars, out of character and bad writing.

Ayumi Pov :

Books scattered on the floor, scratches on the wall and a figure standing frozen with claws out. I slowly try to approach him.

" Satan... "

He took a step back, not wanting to be near.

" Don't...I'll hurt you... "

I sighed and speak in the most gentlest tone I could muster.

" Alright...I'll wait here until you've calmed down. "

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After a few minutes, Satan's demon form slowly started to disappear as he took a few slow breath to calm himself. I stood up and look at him.

" Are you better now? "

Satan nodded and pull me in a gentle embrace.

" Yes...I'm sorry for earlier. "

I pat his back awkwardly to soothe him.

" It's fine, not everyone can control themselves. Even humans have a hard time controlling their emotions. "

Satan muttered,

" That's hard to believe for someone who doesn't show emotions on their face. "

" I'm just bad at expressing. I have always been but, thanks to you I have never felt more free. "

Satan looked at me with slightly wide eyes.

" What...do you mean? "

I took a deep breath and start explaining,

" Back then, people always took advantage of me. Every day, they would always take what's mine and get away with it. "

Satan rub his thumb around my hand and listen intently.

" It became like that for a few years until, one day...I finally snapped. Since then, I cause a few trouble and became a bit more open. It didn't last long until...that incident happened. "

I hold Satan's hand tighter.

" Then the emptiness came back, just like when it first appeared. Still...if I didn't get angry, I wouldn't be here thanking you. "

I finally raise my head and look at Satan properly.

" So, thank you Satan. My indulgement in your sin is what break me free. They what makes me able to talk my emotions openly to you right now. Thank you... "

The End~

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Dreams of the future.

Pairing: Simeon X GN!Reader

Summary:

“ My heart beats out of my chest for them and I just can’t help it. Is it love?”

Y/N has been invited over for a sleepover at Purgatory hall, with Luke, Solomon and Simeon, but Simeon struggles concealing his newfound feelings for them….

Read Simeon’s perspective as he falls deeper in love with them…

Word Count: Around 4k

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49380574/chapters/124613413

Author's note: Heyyy, idk what to say…um….yeah. 🤷‍♂️ Enjoy reading!

TW: Nothing I can think of.

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Part 1: My heart is beating and I know why.

I didn’t get a good night's sleep last night. I guess the issue was anticipation. I have to admit it, I'm so excited. Luke has been so pumped up for this sleepover and I suppose it’s rubbed off on me…

The more I think about it, the more I can’t think at all; all of the words inside my head seem to jumble to form images of what may be the future or what may not be; and I just have to sit there an comfort myself that i’m not going to make a fool of myself in front of them.

Y/N was invited. Is that the reason that whenever I think about it, it's with not only feelings of excitement but also fear? Are they the reason that my heart pounds whenever I think of them staying over, or just the thought of them at all? 

I don’t know much about love. In the Celestial Realm, all I knew was to value kinship above everything else. Not once have I felt the sensations I felt, to quite the extent, from just standing near them. 

My heart beats out of my chest for them and I just can’t help it. Is it love? I didn't notice these feelings until the idea of the sleepover came up. It was Luke's idea to plan this, and looking back on my motives to go along with it, I now realise that I agreed with the sole purpose of getting to spend more time with Y/N. 

It’s unusual how I was so blind to the sensations I felt in my body before. How could I have not noticed my strong longing to hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers, pepper them with soft kisses. 

It’s foolish, I know. Solomon told me the same. He’d noticed long before me, and I only just noticed this now. He’d told me that it was obvious that I held a special place in my heart for Y/N, and that I was a fool in love who didn’t know yet. He said it teasingly, but perhaps it was right. 

Perhaps I'm really falling for them. Or perhaps I already have. I’m not used to this. How can I remember what I felt like before? It's like when you're sick, the sensation prevents you from remembering what it's like to be healthy. Oh, that would make more sense of the expression “lovesick” then. I guess I'll need a doctor, hehe.

The doorbell is ringing…my heart is pounding…

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Part 2: I can no longer think without a thought of you.

Luke, Solomon and I welcome them at the door and seeing their smile makes me feel more at ease, remembering how many other days they had spent at Purgatory Hall. Not overnight, however, but it surely can’t be too much of a difference; even though they will be sleeping over, they will be sleeping in Luke’s room once we are all tired enough to declare the night’s events over. 

I realise that (in a hidden disappointment ) perhaps it's best that Solomon and I retreat to our own rooms. Luke may be an angel who has lived for more than the average human does, but he is still a child in angel standards, and being an angel alone can also put someone at ease, so I'm sure Y/N would be more comfortable sleeping with just Luke. Luke is overjoyed, of course. He’s really taken a liking to them, and I think he sees them as his best friend. This is the happiest I've seen him and I'm glad.

I wonder how Y/N charms so many people. Solomon has been stolen by their charms too, and being honest, it makes me jealous. He’s much more forward and flirtatious than I am and sometimes I just have to hope that Y/N hasn’t fallen for him before me. If I even had a chance, that is. 

If there’s even the slither of possibility that whenever Y/N sees me their heart beats at the same rapid pace as mine, and that they feel jittery at just the slight brush of our shoulders, then perhaps maybe I would indulge in a more open expression of my feelings for them. 

When my eyes meet theirs I see the realm of possibility that they share my feelings. But when they look away, I can see it shatter, and I can feel the thumping in my heart when they tell me that they can’t accept how I feel for them, outcasting me. Neglecting me for Solomon, perhaps. 

Yet again, my heart doesn't allow this, and desperately tries to pull me closer to them, my lips to part and for me to just…say it. Tell them that i've never felt this way about someone before. Tell them that I want to hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers and pepper them with soft kisses. Tell them that I don’t want them to smile at Solomon, or Luke, or anyone else, only me, and that we would dance in my dreams forever.

We’ve now made it into the kitchen. Of course, all of the previous thoughts were momentary, however not once has it escaped the back of my mind. 

Luke says “Do you guys want to bake cupcakes for our first activity? I brought the ingredients!”

I catch a glance at Y/N and they seem eager, so I reflect that on myself too, hoping that they could find the similarity between us, and want to search for more. 

We start to prepare. Luke preheats the oven. I start to crack the eggs that had been left out to set while I watch in the corner of my eye Y/N and Solomon, too close for my own comfort, and they smile at each other and my heart hurts. They take out the ingredients from the fridge and their hands meet as my own clench, not in anger, but regret in knowing I haven't been working hard enough to have a closer bond with Y/N. 

I tell myself I'm getting too worked up and need to focus on just having a good time. 

So I do just that. 

When we are all mixing the ingredients in the bowl, I take the opportunity to ‘flirt’ a little with Y/N. I put my hand in the flour bag and as I took it out, I flicked it on their face. They flinch a little and I start to feel bad, but then I notice that beautiful smile of theirs again, and it gives me courage to keep going - I grab a bigger amount of flour and chuck it at them, but of course not too much to waste it, and this time it ends up all over their face, including right to the tip of their nose, and I find it absolutely adorable. So much as to stupidly comment on it:

On the tip of my tongue, the words slip out and I catch myself saying “you're so cute” mid-way from what seems to be a giggle. 

I didn’t intend to make things awkward but an inevitable solitary gap follows. In order to ease the awkward tension, I laugh and scratch at the nape of my neck. 

Solomon notices and joins along too, taking some flour and throwing it at me. I inhale the powder and sneeze a little. 

“Revenge” he says, with that classic, seductive smirk. If I hadn’t fallen for Y/N first, I'd probably be head over heels for this man. 

Luke joins in with the fun too, and takes a dainty amount of flour, presumably not to waste any more, and throws it at Solomon. Solomon turns around and pulls a fake angry face, but Luke takes it a bit too seriously and gulps. I notice this so I step out and gave him a good pat on the head to let him know we were just playing, but little did he know that I had flour all over my hand! 

Solomon points this out, we laugh and by the time the cupcake mixture is in the mould, I had forgotten my negative thoughts from earlier.

Y/N still has a bit of flour on their cheek…I lick my finger subconsciously and wipe it off…

Thank the celestial realm that no one else saw…well, except for Y/N…they turn away and their face reddens…I'm worried I may have made them uncomfortable, or even angry. 

“Oh…! I-I’m sorry.”

But before I can catch their response, everyone's attention turns to the oven as it pings, letting us know that the cupcakes are ready. 

“Guys guys! Look~! They look great don’t they!” Luke exclaims while taking them out of the oven. The cupcakes are a sort of golden-brown colour and they look absolutely delicious. 

“Shall we decorate them?” Solomon suggests. I have to agree that they do seem plain. 

I turn to Y/N who seems to have decided to ignore what happened, and me in the process, and they seem pretty enthusiastic to decorate the cupcakes.

And I now feel the same. 

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Part 3: Setting the mood.

It’s been a long day. 

I’m not necessarily tired, but it seems as though Luke definitely is - he dozed off within the first few hours of our film marathon. So, we have decided to move to my room, so we don't disturb him. 

Once we get there, Y/N immediately makes a beeline towards my bed, and I can’t help but blush. Seeming relaxed, they leap onto it and sigh. I’m glad they don’t feel self-conscious about the fact that they are in my room for the first time. 

“Oh…sorry! I see a bed and I run to it, haha…” They go to stand up but I assure them it's fine, and it's exactly what we were doing in Luke's room in order to watch the film on Solomon’s D.D.D. 

We all sit on my bed, and lie down with Solomon in the middle, phone in front of us. Every now and then, my eyes drift towards Y/N from across us, and I see them intently watching the movie. I’m not too keen on this sort of movie, but it was their suggestion so Solomon and I thought we should try it; don’t get me wrong, it’s not too bad, but i’d rather admire Y/N…I didn’t intend for that to be creepy in any way, but i suppose it does seem like that. 

The film has ended now, and Solomon gets up and stretches. Through a yawn, he says “I’m starting to feel knackered, so I’m gonna go to bed early. Although, I do have a film recommendation for you!”

“But won’t you want to watch it too?” Y/N makes a good point. I sense an ulterior motive to what Solomon is doing…

“Nah. I’m good. I’ve seen it too many times to count. Let me know what you think in the morning. Good night!” And with a casual wave, he’s gone to his room. 

That sly sorcerer. I know what he’s doing. You can already tell by the title of the film: it’s a romance.

However, Y/N seems eager to try, and I'm not tired so I suppose I'll do it for them…

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Part 4: Romance movies set the mood. How I would like to kiss you…

We are mid-way through the film now, watching on my D.D.D now, of course, and the romantic progressions are starting to show. The main character has finally admitted their feelings for him, but he is oblivious to his own. (I’m starting to see why Solomon chose this one specifically…)

Now…she kisses him. I shuffle in my position. I’m starting to feel a bit awkward sitting next to Y/N, and my heart starts to beat faster than it was before. I wonder if they feel the same way. 

Maybe I should just tell them. In fact…I will.

As the kissing scene gets more passionate, I sneak a glance at them…

They are fast asleep. 

I don’t mean to think this in an unsettling way, but they are even beautiful when they sleep…I watch the rise and fall of their breath, only for a moment, despite it feeling like eternity. They look so peaceful. I wonder what they are dreaming of. Of me? Or of a blank canvas. 

I’m disappointed I wasn’t able to tell them how I felt. There’s always tomorrow, I guess.

I turn off my phone and we are submerged in darkness momentarily before my eyes adjust. I carefully get off the bed in order not to disturb them, and I just stand there a moment. Only for a moment, I see what could be. I see my hand in theirs, their heart for mine. 

I cover them with my duvet. 

As much as I wished I could sleep beside them, I know that it would be inappropriate. Despite the fact that they look so cosy and warm, I must fight my desperacy to stay beside them. 

I try to settle on my settee, ready to sleep. 

I eventually drift into a light slumber… 

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Part 5: I’m ready to sleep, knowing i’ll see you in my dreams.

Even in my vacancy of consciousness, my mind still wanders to the thought of them. Their smile, their laugh…

When I close my eyes I think of them, I dream of them. I see them in idle scenarios made of coffee shops and dancing in the rain. They make me feel as though I am in a dream in itself, never wanting to wake up from my lovesick acoma. 

My dreams are of what I could have said or done with them, but they are also made of what could possibly be. Dreams of the future. 

In the darkness of my shut eyelids I see their silhouette in colours; colours of beauty and gold. I find myself tracing the outer lines of their shadows that stayed with me from the day and the remnants of memories that I spent with them. 

Solomon is right…I do hold a special place in my heart for them.

I think I love them.

I love Y/N…

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Part 6: Hazy mornings, hazy dreams.

I wake up - there’s no way to tell whether it's daytime, being in the Devildom and all. 

It’s difficult to see, so I tumble off…oh. Right. I slept on my settee. That explains the sudden back ache I have. After I'd lazily slumped off, rubbing my hazed eyes, I stretched a little, and a yawn escaped me. 

I go to check the time on my D.D.D when I hear a noise…

“Simeon…” 

From under the constraint of my duvet, I can hear their faint lethargic breaths. Y/N seems to still be asleep.

I’ve only just taken in what I had just heard…my name? 

I must be mistaken.

But I heard it again. This time, louder and clearer, as though they knew I was trying to listen. Or maybe because they were calling out for me. 

Does this mean…they are dreaming of me, too? 

Tell me universe, is this a sign? I don’t believe my own heart when it tells me it is. I suppose I can’t trust anything but their own words.

If they are dreaming of me, I wonder what it’s about.

“I…”

Hm…? I listen intently to see if they add anything.

“I really love…”

Love? They love what? 

“Please…”

No no, Y/N…finish…I subconsciously make my way towards my bed, and sit on the end. I look at their face; before admiring their features as I normally do, I notice that their expression is content, in a light smile.

“Come closer…”

For a second, I almost believe that they are talking to me. 

Perhaps I should stop listening…

“Simeon…?”

Oh lord. 

“Why am I in your bed? …oh yeah. Um…thank you…wait…where did you sleep?!”

They leap up suddenly, and it makes me jump a little. I can feel my cheeks heat up at just the thought of what they were implying.

“O-oh! No, I slept on my settee. I promise.” 

I hold out my pinkie to them.

“It’s alright…”

And for a moment, I swear they say under their breath, the words I wanted to hear…“I wouldn’t have minded”, but maybe it was my imagination at work again.

They rise out of my bed and I get up to turn on my bedside lamp.

“Thanks.”

We are both wearing the same clothes as last night. Luke was the only one who had put on pyjamas, the rest of us had just remained in our lounging clothes. 

Y/N gasps, seemingly looking at their reflection on the camera app of their D.D.D (how did they even get it to face them? i’m not good with technology…).

I take a sudden fleeting moment to look at them under the warmth of the light and I notice their horrendous bed hair…not that it makes them look bad, of course, I'd never even dream it possible…but the hair itself has become so tangled it creates an almost abstract appearance that I’d deem it an entire otherworldly being…okay, that was an exaggeration, but their reaction compliments my description well.

I have a sudden thought. Whilst they are checking their D.D.D notifications, I swiftly open my drawer and retrieve my comb. I remove my own stranded hairs from it, discard them and approach Y/N. 

With sudden confidence, I catch their attention by tapping them lightly on the head with the comb. 

“Here, you can borrow this.” I say with a polite smile, and they turn to me and my confidence vanishes in an instance. And there it is, their smile…

“…oh! Thanks, Simeon. True lifesaver, I forgot mine.”

I watch them put their D.D.D down and struggle to get the knots out of their hair.

“Um…Y/N…would you like some…help?”

How I would love to brush their hair. I guess sometimes my thoughts escape my mouth before I even realise it.

After some consideration, they say “…yes.”. I’d imagined the opposite. I’m relieved.

They hand me the brush and sit on my armchair and I think to myself “Good heavens…why is my heart beating so fast? I’ve brushed Luke’s hair before and it was alright. Although I suppose the circumstance is different, seeing as I consider Luke a younger brother. 

And Y/N…well…I’m hoping I’ll someday have the ability to consider them something more than just a friend…and maybe, that day will be today, if I regain the courage I had last night.

As I stroke through their hair with my comb, we remain in a comfortable silence. 

I get the sudden feeling that perhaps now I should tell them. They would be leaving soon, and I most likely wouldn’t be seeing them until the next week…

I’m going to do it. I’m going to tell them-

“Hey…Simeon…”

“Um…yes?”

“Did I…snore last night?”

Oh my god, why did they have to do that to me - I thought my heart would burst out of my chest there and then! 

But now I notice my own disappointment and my heart sinks. 

Through strained nervous laughter I say, “Haha, no, no you didn't…,” Should I bring up the sleep talking? Too late…”,but you did talk in your sleep…”

“Oh gosh! Really!” They turn to me as I finish off the last section of their hair. I ran my fingers through it to make sure I didn’t miss anything…it’s as soft as I’d thought it would be.

I would say that their hair is one of my favourite things about them..but it’s an impossible choice out of millions of other things…Although, if you’d forced me to pick something of them all, my ultimate favourite would be their smile.

Knowing that they are happy makes me happy. Is that selfish? Or perhaps because it also helps them be their utmost self, showing off their other millions of favourable traits. 

“Mhm, yeah…”

“What did I say?! I better not have said anything embarrassing!”

I finish messing around with their hair and go to put my brush in their drawer. 

An angel must strive to be honest, so I tell the truth. However, is it okay to admit that I mainly told the truth because I greedily wanted to know what they would say upon hearing that they dreamt of me? 

“You…said my name” I nervously rub the nape of my neck again and avoid their gaze, although there wasn’t much left to avoid, as they looked at their feet shyly. 

“Wait…really? That’s so embarrassing!”

“If it helps, you didn’t say much other than that.” 

“Still!”

They look at me through the dimly lit room, their eyes sparkling and I just melt.

“…do you remember the dream?”

I add a teasing tone slightly, in order not to reveal too much of my interest.

“…no…”

That was definitely a lie; they averted eye contact again…it’s so adorable. However, I still don’t know for sure whether their dream was of the sort I would want it to be…

I won’t push them. 

“Anyway, Simeon, how did you sleep?”

I notice that they are trying to change the subject. It shouldn't bother me too much, seeing as they must be doing it because they are uncomfortable, but it irritates me slightly that I will never know what the dream was about. 

“That’s very sweet of you, I slept alright, thank you. And you?”

“Um…yes. Very well, thanks. Uhm…I'm sorry I took over your bed last night…”

“No problem. I’m alright with it.” 

Before we finish with the conversation…a smell of smoke arises from the halls, and presumably coming from the kitchen.

As though a part of the same mind, we simultaneously scramble outside to find out what's happening…

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Part 7: Why in Celestia did I let Solomon cook?

“Solomon!”

I shout out, half in shock and the other in momentary anger. 

“Whoops.” 

He slides a cheeky grin as he backs away from the burning pan.

Luke is on the verge of tears and frantically swatting away the smoke with a cookbook. 

“It’s alright Luke. Nobody’s hurt, right?”

I observe Solomon and Luke and they don’t seem to have any burn injuries or much affect from the smoke. 

Y/N makes a very valid statement of “So, I’m guessing the Devildom don’t have fire alarms? Because of it being hell and all? …Perhaps we should ask Lord Diavolo for a special installation…”

“Good idea.” We need a better warning of Solomon cooking, than smoke. This man…he’s a renowned famous sorcerer, who can do almost anything…but he can’t even fry an egg without creating toxic, hazardous fuel!

“Solomon..step further away fromt he frying pan…that’s it…further…”

Y/N seems to be enjoying this.

It’s a hilarious dilema, I have to admit. 

“I was just trying to make breakfast for everyone, but then this happened…”

“How do you manage to do this every time…?” I sigh, knowing that sometimes the impossible is possible with sorcerers. 

“No clue. Honestly.”

Luke generously offers to make us a new breakfast, still slightly shaken. 

After we finish our luckily non-hazardous breakfast, I sense that Y/N might need to leave soon…

I’ve decided won’t let them until I've told them. Told them how I feel.

Easier said than done, most likely, but I'll try my hardest. Starting…now.

“Hey! Y/N, can we talk for a bit?”

Solomon shoots me an all-knowing glare and discreetly gives a thumbs up. Perhaps I was wrong to be suspicious of him. After all, he’s one of my best friends - he’d only want what's best for me. 

“Um…sure!” 

Noticing how forward and sudden my suggestion was, I tense a little, but I'm not going to give up just yet. 

“…can you come with me?”

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I take them to the garden. I find comfort here, amongst all of the non-judgmental flowers. It also creates a romantic setting, if I were in need of such a benefit…which would be befitting for now. 

Amongst the rows of pretty flora, my vision sets on only Y/N under the Devildom’s pale morning moonlight. 

Somehow, it makes them even more beautiful. 

“What did you want to say, Simeon?”

“I… just wanted to let you know that…”

They sit on the floor under a gazebo, conveniently placed in privacy behind a brush of roses, and I join them. 

“I need to tell you this in order to be completely honest with you…I don’t want to mislead myself any longer so I'm relying on an answer, however there is no pressure for one…

I’ve been experiencing feelings that I've never felt before, and I found them in you. I think I’ve fallen for you…”

They’re a little shocked, but under the blue light and the shadows cast by the glare, I see that smile again. The one I’ve made my new joy. 

“I feel the same, Simeon.”

My heart flutters but this time it's brought with it a new emotion…of hope.

I’d dreamed of idle scenarios, where Y/N and I would spend our time in coffee shops, dance in the rain, no mind of what others perceive. To hold them in my arms, intertwine our fingers, pepper them with soft kisses. 

It will take some time…but perhaps my dreams can come true.

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End author’s note: Thank you so much for readinggg! Feel free to send in requests & if you like, lmk if you enjoyed it. Have a great day/night :)

Oh! And a joke before you go…

How do angels greet each other…they say “halo!”

I’ll take my leave… 🏃‍♀️

𝙒𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Belphegor x GN!Reader

Summary: Belphie takes you to see the stars. But it dawns on him, perhaps you don’t want to stay in this moment as much as he does.

Word count: Around 700. (very short…if you want more, just request!)

Author’s note: Hello~ One night I was just like…hmm yes. This sentence is cool, I’ll write it down. Then it turned into a paragraph…a month later I now have this short fic. (I couldn’t decide from what I had written whether it should be Albedo from Genshin or Belphie but I chose the latter because wowowowow yes)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51333793

TW/Warnings: None that I can think of. Upsetting dialouge?

Enjoy~

Prologue

To live to dream, to dream to hope.

Love me before i fall.

And before i lose it all.

A starless sky but what lies beyond is the night.

What is love if not just a feeling,

if i were to lose control, would you sustain me, or fear me? 

Why is it that I always come back to you and never see myself?

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Belphegor’s POV

Part 1: The stars are beautiful, as are you. Why?

As we gaze out into the night sky, I see your face in the stars. 

Each constellation links to form your eyes, your nose, your lips…

I can’t escape you. Mother nature chose right. 

We lie on our backs, the earth we lie on cold and bitter from the winter, but it doesn’t compare to the warmth of your hand in mine. 

I can hear your breaths against my own; I see them too, forming in clouds, much like what children used to think were the breaths of dragons at a time of such imagination.

I’d never had such thoughts as a child. 

“You know, when I was a child, and I'm sure lots of people did this too, but I used to pretend I was a dragon…”

You did. 

Looking at me, I see your own stars in your eyes as you reminisce.

“That’s adorable…”

“Did you not do anything like that?”

“Not really.”

“I see…”

I breathe with intent this time, watching as it swirls above me. 

You seem to watch me too.

“What was your childhood like?” 

“…I can’t really remember, it’s been a long time… But I do remember the first time when Beel …Lilith…and I went to the human world. We were…awestruck.”

“Was the human world really that good?”

“The best, in our eyes at least. Well, it was.”

“…Sorry. Maybe we should change the subject.”

“…thank you.”

I remember why we are lying on the ground in the cold now…the shooting stars. 

They are yet to arrive.

I want to make a wish on the shooting stars.

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Part 2: I feel your heartbeat against my chest. Why?

“I’m starting to get cold.”

I forgot that humans are sensitive to temperature.

“Come closer then.”

“Really?”

“Why not? You said you’re cold.”

It doesn’t take much more convincing for them to snuggle up close to me.

Even though I don’t feel much, I still prefer warmth. And being with them like this…not only do I feel satisfied, but I also feel sentimental.

And sleepy. But I can’t sleep. I want to see the stars.

I want to see the stars with Y/N.

Oh. There’s one.

“It’s so beautiful!”

You’re more beautiful…

Another.

I wish for…

I wish for Lucifer to stop putting so much pressure on himself.

I wish for Mammon to learn from his gambling problem.

I wish for Leviathan to stop staying up late and to sleep better.

I wish for Satan to learn to control his anger, for his own benefit.

I wish for Asmo to take care of himself at parties.

I wish for Beel to also take care of himself.

I wish to stay with MC forever.

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Part 3: I can feel my heart breaking. Why?

“Do you miss the human world?”

It slips out.

The stars have stopped, but my mind is still racing, much like the way they were shooting across the sky.

“…yes.”

“Do you…ever want to go back?”

Their response takes longer this time. It hurts.

I know what's coming before they even open their mouth.

“…yes.”

“Do you…want to leave…soon?”

“…yeah.”

“Do you…have to?”

“No. But…I…”

I don’t need an explanation. It’s not my choice.

“Okay.”

“I…”

“It’s okay.”

They start to cry and inside, I am too. The younger me inside is crying because of loss. And the older me is crying too.

“Will you…come back?”

“Yes.”

They hug me tighter.

It hurts.

“Will you miss me?”

“So much.”

“Prove it.”

They kiss me and I don’t care anymore.

I don’t care if they leave tomorrow. I don’t care, I don’t care. As long as I have them in this moment. In this memory. Then I'll be okay. Right? 

Maybe it was stupid of me to wish on a shooting star…

“I wish to stay with you forever.”

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End note: And that’s the end! Thank you for reading - I hope you enjoyed it. Have a great day/night, and I hope your wishes come true <3

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 :)

𝘚𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

Pairing: Barbatos x Reader (referred to as [Reader])

Type: Fluff (Christmas/Holiday/Winter fluff)

Word count: Around 2k.

Author’s note: Heyy! Thanks for checking this out. I’m obsessed with the new Barbatos card (the image for this fic) and it’s a shame I haven’t got it ugh. Happy holidays! 🎄

TW: A bit of alcohol but it’s just Asmo being a bit tipsy.

AO3 Link

It’s cold, yet there’s warmth inside you. An unsettled desire brings hope to the chill.

Just a glance at him and your cheeks heat up. 

Fog puffs out in warm breaths, reminding you of how a child would imagine it to be like a dragon’s. 

Just a glance at him and time stops . 

Snow is falling.

Climbing the ladder, you steady yourself, wrapping the final string of lights against a pole.

As the lights are turned on, illuminating the entirety of the demon lord’s castle, you rush down the steps, only to fall backwards in a flurry. As swift as a winter’s solitary breeze, you are caught in the arms of none other than the man you had been infatuated with the entire duration of decorating - Barbatos. 

“Easy does it. There you are.”

As he stabilises your weight in his arms, there is a comforting, lingering touch. 

“Ahem. My apologies.”

“It’s ok-“

But as you try to step away from his grasp, his hands let go too quickly, causing you to tumble headfirst into the snow. (What a cliché.)

“Oh dear. [Reader], are you quite alright?” 

“Ow.”

“Is that all you have to say? You seem to have taken more than just a tumble... It’s cold outside now. Allow me to take you home to warmth.”

“But-“

“If your concern is missing the final product of our efforts,” he unplugs it from the power source, “we can admire the lights later. I must prioritise your wellbeing. I will take you home.”

He ushers you away, not allowing a word more. 

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As you walk beside him, you wonder if he's cold.

“Hey-“

Nevermind . 

“Pardon?”

“Nevermind.”

“What was the matter?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Surely it must be something.” 

“It’s alright.”

“All right, whatever pleases you.”

“Now I feel bad.”

“Then tell me, what were you going to say?”

“I was going to ask if you were cold.”

“I’m unaffected by the cold. But thank you for your concern… and you?”

“Freezing.”

“Why hadn’t you said so earlier?”

“Huh? Why?”

Is he going to offer his coat? His hand? (In marriage? You wished) 

“I could have gotten someone else to assist me with the lights.”

Oh. Ohh . 

“I saw you and wanted to help.”

“How generous of you… You’re shivering now, [Reader].” 

“I’m fine. We’re only a few minutes away.”

“It’s nice of you to walk me back. You know, we haven’t spoken properly like…ever. I always just see you running around for Lord Diavolo…”

“Running around? Is that how you see me?”

“Just an expression, but yeah, basically.”

“I see. And yes, I suppose you’re right. We haven’t spoken properly since your arrival here at the Devildom.” 

“Well, except for during the power cut. Remember?”

The darkness. It feels trapping yet too open. You can’t run, but everything can move and catch you. Waiting for the knife, or claws, or something. Something in your back.

Especially in a realm full of demons. 

“You were very shaken. For someone who had borne with the Devildom’s sky for around three weeks, I didn't expect you to have a fear of darkness.”

“Thanks back then, by the way.”

“It was only natural that I, the only one present in the hall at the time, were to be the one to comfort you.” 

“And you did it very well, so thank you, again.”

“Anytime, dear.”

“What did you just say?”

“Hm? Oh, nothing.”

“You-“

“We are now reaching a part of the realm that is dark and is not lit with lamps. Watch your footing.”

A shudder, but not from the cold.

“Are you alright [Reader]?”

“No…”

The darkness shrouds you but it’s less like a hug and more like suffocation. 

“Ah, I see.”

He takes your hand.

It’s warm. 

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As you enter the lounge of the House of Lamentation, the change of temperature brings you to shiver again.

“[Reader]?”

“Hm? I’m fine.”

“You’re shivering.”

“Only slightly.”

“I shan't allow that.”

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Take a seat.”

“I said-”

“No. Not another word.”

“But-“

“What did I just say.”

He ushers you to the velvet couch and finds a conveniently placed blanket nearby to wrap around you. 

“Um…”

“What is the matter?”

“You’re acting like a doting mother.”

“I suppose I am.”

You share a laugh, his one much more muffled, and he leaves, “I’ll be right back [Reader]”.

The fireplace in front of you dances warmly. 

Dancing…oh yes, there was going to be a ball tomorrow. Apparently, Lord Diavolo hosts it every year.

What do you wear? You don’t have anything nice to wear and there isn’t any time to buy anything. Maybe you can borrow something from Asmodeus?

“I brought you a drink.”

Barbatos elegantly pours a generous amount of a deep scarlet liquid from a well-polished bottle (which seems that it could be the price of your home) and then one for himself.

“What is it?”

As he hands it to you, you smell a thick aroma of red wine and spices. The glass heats your frozen fingertips. However nice the feeling of warmth or even the gesture, you can’t accept it. You don’t like alcohol. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not really keen on alcohol.”

“Oh, I see,” he takes both wine glasses in his hand, and sets them on a table just as gracefully as he had made the drinks, “Ah right, I see that an alcoholic beverage wouldn’t have necessarily helped anyway, it would have left you dehydrated. Would you prefer something smoother? Like hot chocolate?”

“Yes, I would love that. If you don’t mind, that is.”

“It would be my pleasure. How are you feeling?”

“I told you earlier, I’m fin-“

It was the most inconvenient time to sneeze, but it’s not like you could hold it in. 

“I didn’t want you getting in a state of unwell, especially the day before Lord Diavolo’s ball, now here we are. Humans get sick so easily…” 

“I’m not sick, it was just a sneeze.”

“It’s a sign of the nasty presence of a virus and although it may have been dispersed through the sneeze, we don’t want to take the risk of late treatment. I’ll get your drink. You need warmth.”

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After a long night of indecision on treatment of your oncoming cold, warm drinks and conversation, you decide to retire to your room.

“Thank you, Barbatos.”

“Do you feel better now?”

You’ve given up explaining that it really was just a sneeze, so you just go along with it now. 

“Yes. Night night!”

“Goodnight.”

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The day of the ball. (Of course, this is how all romantic party settings are set to be described.)

You feel like a princess. Not that you have the clothing for it, but you feel like Cinderella - who technically didn't have a dress either. 

You remember one of the topics of conversation with Barbatos last night:

“Ah, I don’t even have a dress! What am I gonna do?”

“I can find one for you.”

“Would you really?”

“I have the capability of doing so, yes.”

“So last minute?”

“…being completely honest, I've had one prepared for you already.”

“What? For how long exactly?”

“The day after the power cut, when the ball was first announced.”

“Why?”

“I thought you might not have anything due to your abrupt arrival here.”

“Well, you were right. You’re always right.”

“Am I?”

He really is.

“Yes.”

“Then we’ll see if the attire I chose for you suits you as much as I thought it would, then I will count it as being ‘always right.’”

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He hasn’t given you the dress yet. You wonder when it will arrive. 

Just then, you notice something in the corner of your eye, hung on your wardrobe door.

It’s red. Your favourite colour. How did he know?

A label attached reads: 

“The red compliments your complexion really well and matches the theme of the ball. I do hope you find it suitable.

Signed, Barbatos. x ”

Kiss. A kiss at the end. 

But what has captured your attention more is how perfect the dress really is.

It’s like he knew you’d always wanted to wear a dress such as this one, and also how you don’t like to show off.

It’s the perfect line between elegance, glamour and comfort both physically and socially. 

It’s perfect.

He’s always right. 

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The ball passes, not quickly, not slowly, but just how something enjoyable would pass by in the present. 

You find yourself first at the buffet, as all parties should start with a satisfied stomach (the devil fondue was especially good, but your favourite was the dark chocolate berries from the human world), then in newfound confidence, you join the brothers to dance.

Mammon is the first to snatch you. It’s only natural, as he was your first. 

Satan and Mammon have a row, in which you have to break apart, only to be stolen by Asmodeus. 

In the final spin with Asmo, you find yourself in between Beelzebub and Belphegor, Belphie being a surprisingly good dancer, despite seeming lazy (Beel, not so much.)

Taken by the waist, Simeon guides you to Solomon whilst dancing (quite horribly, but it’s at a tremendous effort at the very least), and Solomon dips you, most likely having stolen the move from a dance show back in the human world. 

Luke asks to dance, and you let him spin you, before you realise you are now in the centre of the ballroom again. 

Lucifer asks to dance. Diavolo asks to dance.

Where is Barbatos? 

Yes, it was great having everyone fight for your attention; you felt adored and appreciated. It was fun. 

But why did you care so much about Barbatos? He was all you could think about. 

“[Reader], are you okay? You seem to be getting tired?”

“Sorry, Diavolo.”

“It’s alright.”

He guides you to the balcony.

“Perhaps get some quiet here.”

The cool breeze feels nice.

“I have to keep an eye on our guests. Have a great evening.”

“Thank you, you too.”

All the dancing has left you in a sweat, so you don’t notice the cold.

Your mind inevitably drifts back to the thought of Barbatos. He’s probably helping with serving guests. 

How romantic would it be that he joins you on the balcony? The lights of distant homes and of the decorations you had put up with him, colours moulding together, only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you. 

Not everything is convenient like that, unfortunately. But wouldn’t it be so romantic?

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“[Reader]”

“I was looking for you .”

Noticing your obsessive thoughts earlier, you had gone looking for Barbatos. You’re not surprised at all that you found him in the kitchen, sorting out drinks. However, what does surprise you is his lack of formality as he leans against the countertop, hand on his forehead.

He’s stressed. 

“My apologies, you haven’t caught me at the right time.”

He stands upright.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m quite alright.”

“Now, this is one of the moments where you’re wrong.”

He remains silent.

“You’re stressed aren’t you? I’m sure Lord Diavolo won’t mind if you take a break. There’s many other servers.”

Just as you say that, one walks in the room.

“I’ll take those drinks, Barbatos!”

This is definitely more conveniently timed than your sneeze earlier.

“Are you certain? All right.”

“So, Barbatos. How about that break?” you break in before he has even the slightest chance to start making new drinks.

“Alright, fine. Only because it’s you. Humans are so persistent that it's bothersome.”

“Sure.”

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What’s the best way to relax? 

“Barbatos, what do you want to do on your break?”

“First of all, I would like to tell you how stunning you look tonight.”

“Me? Really? I’m like a speck of dust compared to all of the other beautiful people in this hall.”

“I haven’t noticed. I seem to only have eyes for you.”

“That was horribly cringey.”

“I am aware. I evoke that statement.”

“Second of all, would you like to-“

Before he can finish, a drunken Asmo latches onto you.

“Hey, little lamb, are you enjoying the ball?”

“You’ve had way too much alcohol, Asmodeus, you reek of it,” Barbatos cuts in, pulling him off of you, somehow making it seem way less awkward. “I’m sorry, [Reader], allow me to quickly hand Asmodeus to Lucifer’s or Solomon's care.” 

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Over the night, Barbatos keeps getting interrupted. He always manages to find you, but every time he does, he seems to end up working again. 

“What happened to your break?”

“I am truly sorry, [Reader].”

You feel horrible.

Surely one moment away won’t cause havoc, right?

“Come with me.”

No guts to grab his hand, but you make sure to look behind you to see if he follows you.

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Your wine red dress trails in the snow as you head to the outside gazebo.

Barbatos attempts to pick it up, but you tell him it’s fine.

“You need to relax. It’s a party. I know you’re working, but still. You should enjoy it too.”

Only now do you notice his attire is a bit different to usual.

“Is that a new suit?”

“Yes. Lord Diavolo wouldn’t let me have it any other way.”

“It looks really good on you.”

“Thank you.”

“What did you want to do on your break earlier, before we were so rudely interrupted…many times…”

“I wanted to ask, would you like to dance?”

“Oh, well it’s a bit late for that now. The ball is just about to end, and we’re outside now. And I bet we’ll be interrupted when we go back in again.” 

“I wanted to dance with you. I don’t necessarily need music to do so. I’ve been left waiting for quite a while now so I really don’t care so much about the environment we will be in to do so anyway.”

“Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

One step. Two steps. In elegance you glide. His confident hands trail your lower back as he pulls you close to him. 

Once again you notice breaths puffing out like a dragon, the warmth of his meeting your cheeks. Noses just barley apart, he feels cold. 

“Are you cold now?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“It feels awkward without music.”

“I can hear it from afar, can’t you?”

“I can’t really focus on that right now.”

“Oh, really? Why?”

“We’re…very close right now.”

“This is the manner in which you dance with someone at such a formal gathering, is it not?”

“Very close.”

He pulls away, and lets you spin.

“Apologies. I suppose I was cold and had to hold you closer.”

“You just said you weren’t!”

“Fine.”

As you twirl once more he catches you and you hear the music in the distance stop. 

“That was the last dance.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to stop, does it?“

“Just how desperate were you to dance with me?”

“The whole night. Perhaps more.”

You pull out your D.D.D and it starts blasting a really embarrassing song.

“Shit- Sorry. Whoops. Ignore that. Um, give me a song.”

“I quite liked the sound of that one.”

“You’re joking. Give me a classical one, like the ones being played in the hall.” 

He recommends a song. 

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After your dance, the snow gets heavier. You’re trapped under the gazebo now. With him.

What a cliché! You can’t believe your luck!

“How was my dancing skills?”

“Marvellous.”

“Of course-“

Mocking a face of arrogance, you look up. But…

There’s mistletoe.

“You hadn’t noticed before?”

“And you had?!”

“Oh gosh. Alright.”

You notice his hand as it rides up your arm. His eyes deepen in affection.

He leans in. 

“Are you going to kiss me?”

“If you insist.”

“I insist.”

And colours blend as you wanted it to.

It's only your eyes on him, and his eyes on you. 

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End author’s note: I hope you enjoyed! I posted this just in time for Christmas…Happy holidays and have an amazing new year! 🎆

Speaking of new years, that reminds me of fireworks…hey, this is shameful advertising but check out my Diavolo fic based on fireworks. 🥰 LMAOO

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 :)

⋆ Sequel here! ⋆

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𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

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 :)

𝗦𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱.

Fandom: Obey Me!

Summary: The brothers bickering, as usual. But this time it comes at the cost of a life.

Word count: Around 1k.

Authors note: This was originally meant to be a knights/princesses sort of thing but I wanted an epic battle with a dragon... but I also wanted it to be sad, so here we are.

[R/N stands for Readers name.]

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55778944

TW/Content warnings: Injury/gore, blood, death.

[GIF from IceGif.com. This does not belong to me.]

It looms over you. 

You'd seen dragons as tameable, beautiful creatures. A staple of fantasy, the only harm they bring being fear - for the purpose of narrative; the romanticisation of them in the books you read and the games you play lessened the thoughts in the back of your mind that if it were a real being, without a ‘hero’ to save you a dragon could kill. And what’s even scarier is that most of the time it has no motive, because at the end of the day it’s an animal born into the world blind - as everyone is - relying purely on instinct.

The dragon before you is not the kind from fiction. You need to now delve deep into the drowned thoughts: the realistic. It’s real and it’s standing in front of you, defensively as if you are the threat. Because, essentially, you are in its instinctual-driven perspective - survival of the fittest.

And as its form, almost quadruple the size of you, towers up between you and the Devildom sky, you realise that stories are rose-tinted from the imagination, and that the reality is blinds you with tears. Never would you have thought them to be true blood lusting and ravenous beasts. 

You were entranced by it, a deer in bright headlights, and because of this were brought into its territory as its next prey; now you need to fight back.  

It was foolish of you to approach it, to be your own ‘hero’, but you had nowhere else to go. 

If it were a perfect fantasy world, you would threaten to slay the dragon, but instead caress its 'smooth' scales and hush it to calm, the world brought to applause - but this is the Devildom, and the closest you are to being saved by a ‘hero’, other than yourself, is a last minute arrival of one, or all, of the brothers. A reliance on a close scrape is all you have.

Your flesh loathes the gaping claw wounds as they tease you, trying to rip themselves off of your skin, before you do it yourself, no longer able to endure the agony. 

It hasn’t yet torn you apart but it’s taking your strength. You’ve now turned to foetal, curled up into a ball, clutching the lines of the bloody split carved into your stomach, the rocks of the ground adding to your agony.

The dragon has so far only managed to scratch you twice, pick you up by its claws and drop you from half its height, but it’s enough to make your body surrender. But no, not your mind; it’s still clinging onto the hope that somebody - it doesn’t even have to be one of the brothers - somebody is coming.  

Excruciating. Hot streamed sweat and blood boils the wounds, streams into your eyes and you are not sure whether you’re blinded by this or by the tears cascading down your face like bullets. 

You can hear muffled voices.

It burns, it burns. The blur turns red. Is it now blood or is it flame around you from the dragon's breath? The only thing the stories and games were right about. This is crazy - dragons are real, just not tameable, beautiful. Only partially beautiful. You were entranced. But now you see the ugly in its sharp skin, the tangled, matted, burning, smoking fur and you can hear its furious empty growls.

It slashes you, again, then curls you around its nails. It drops you, again. Your breath hitches. Over and over. Over and over. It’s not steadying, it embodies the panic you feel. The ash blocks your nose. You have to breathe through gritted teeth. 

It stops.

Not the pain, but the dragon. Why is the dragon now just watching you? 

You turn. 

No, it’s not watching you. 

Four of the brothers are there, almost as expected.

“I was ‘ere first, back off! I can do it myself!” Mammon.

“I’ll save them!” Leviathan.

“I need to be the one to save them. I need to apologise.” Satan.

“Can’t you guys see that just fighting each other is not going to fight the dragon?” Asmodeus.

Magic takes concentration, and it’s not something they’ll have if they continue to bicker; in a perfect world, they would all work together. 

You realise that this might be your own last fighting moment, so you take the dragon's distraction as a chance to run, and where else would you run to, other than into their arms?

You choke on the things you long to ask: if they were there the entire time, why didn’t they act sooner? Aren’t they strong enough? 

Your breath catches up to the pace of your feet - the dragon is not yet defeated and is growing impatient. 

The first to catch you is Mammon.

“R/N!” 

He’s shaking, and as you grasp for the rest of them, you realise they all are. Or maybe it’s just you. 

“Ah, you’re bleedin’, you’re bleedin’! Alright, R/N, we’re ‘ere. I promise ya you’ll be alright.”

They didn’t act soon enough. In the absence of their action, you feel even more of your strength fading. 

You turn to your knees, limp.

“Woah! Woah! R/N! Are you okay?” 

More arrive. The dragon watches keenly.

“Idiots! Why didn’t you do anything? Idiots, idiots!” It’s all Belphegor can say. He's loud and this taunts the already-ringing deafness in your ears.

Beelzebub remains silent. Frozen in fear…but you know it's not the dragon. You know deep down that it's because he’s scared of losing you. Like he did with Lilith. 

And he doesn’t know it’s your fault not his. 

“Everyone. Leave. With R/N. Now.”

“Oh, great. Lucifer gets to save the day, as usual.” Does Satan not care?

“Then let's all do it then, for fucks sake.” Belphie cares, you know this. But he's making things worse - everyone is. 

The only people left in your embrace are Asmodeus and Leviathan, but it's grown less comforting over time as they realise the severity of your wounds and also as the tension increases.

Your bloodied hands stain their shirts as they drift away from your touch to confront the dragon.

You reach out to them, unable to do much more.

“I said leave, did I not?” Lucifer is tired. You know he is.

 Will any of them ever defeat this dragon?

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The dragon is defeated, but at what cost? 

You hear the dragons’ wail and thud as it collapses. You see the flash of light from the magic. You watch all of the brothers turn to you. 

You see Diavolo arrive. You see him point at you, an expression never seen on a king's face before.

Why is he pointing at you? You can’t tell through your half-shut eyelids.

Your blood is warm, the ground is cold. Your head hitting the ground from the side.

Your last feeling is the blood dripping from your forehead. Your last smell, the blood. Your last taste is metallic. Your last sound is lost voices.

Your last sight, your heroes. 

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LMAOOOO IF MY FF MC EVER GETS PREGNANT IT'S GONNA BE LIKE THIS HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA CHAOSSSS

I can't stop thinking of a pregnant Mc announcement with Belphegor.

Obviously afab mc.

Mc: Hey remember when Belphegor killed me?

Lucifer: That is a strange thing to bring up on the diner table.

Mc: Okay but you guys do remember.

Mammon: Of course we remember! I cried for a week.

Beelzebub: Why do you bring it up? What did Belphie do now?

Belphegor: I've done nothing!

Mc: Of course you did.

Belphegor: What? What now?

Mc: You took my life once, and now you've put new life inside of me.

Belphegor: WHAT?!

Asmodeus: OMG

Mc: I'm pregnant.

Lucifer: AND THIS IS HOW YOU DECIDE TO TELL US?!

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP 1.2 : Deck of Cards.

CW: Cursing... Idk what else.

Um what the actual f.... WHY IS THIS HERE THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS?!?!

If the tone of this chapter is kinda different from the usual, I read a fanfic that made it that way. (I tend to subconsciously copy the tone and humor of the last fics I consumed, sorry.)

Thanks for all the reblogs, comments, and likes on these past chapters of mine, guys. They mean a lot to me and I'm so thankful for you all for them <3

Wretching open your front door for the second time, you hear the tell-tale signs of someone being smacked-dabbed in the face by the glorified piece of wood as you relish in the very satisfying groans of pain from your victim. (Sorry, It's your Lucifer–kinnie rearing its head.)

"Eh– Deuce? What the hell are you doing here??"

You asked, mildly concerned because Deuce has been nothing but nice to you and Yuu, unlike Ace the fuckin prick.

You don't even bother to ask if he was okay, you have eyes. So instead, you removed his hands that were covering his face and started to massage the area that the door hit, mumbling apologies.

Thankfully his nose didn't become crooked or bleed. That would've been unfortunate.

Deuce, bless his kind soul; Returned your apologies with his own for bothering you and your current housemates so early in the morning.

Haiyah, Ace should take notes, because this is how you're gonna be able to pull maidens and keep them.

• • • • • (Help my phone is lagging)

(So um, this was supposed to be longer but I don't why it suddenly uploaded itself and idk how to un upload it without deleting it)

You 'peacefully' smiled at Ace's annoyance as grim rightfully taunts him about his big-ass collar.

You and your gaggle of disappointments (except Yuu and Deuce) are on y'all's way to the mirror chamber right now so that the douchebag Ace can shove his big-ass ego down his own throat and actually apologize to his poor house warden.

Hmm.... Side note; you're feeling kinda extra petty today... You might just blackmail Crowley later again... Y'know.. just for the funsies... And also for some pocket money because y'all are broke.

*Que Yuu trying to hold back Ace from punting Grim across campus like a screeching football*

As you reach the mirror chamber you hum lightly, gesturing to Yuu to quickly straighten up their posture, patting off the non-existent dust and fixing small wrinkles in their clothes along the way.

Yesterday... The two of you had talked to each other in the privacy of your newly renovated 'dorm' before Ace showed up, discussing boundaries with each other and laying down ground rules, obligations that the two of you expect from each other. Grim just said whatever and tried to binge on your hard-earned canned foods. Safe to say, he almost became one himself.

Coming to compromises and both having an agreement to do whatever they can to support the other and vowing to tell necessary truths to each other as the two of you can only rely on eachother for now due to being entire worlds away from where you both came from.

You share a brief summary of your story (ommitting some... parts that aren't needed to be known) and Yuu shares their own, with you coming to the conclusion that you two do share the same world.

Events just line up too well to be said otherwise.

Though you actually confirmed this when Yuu talked about seeing a certain event on the news that you and the brothers ft. Diavolo and Barbs definitely didn't cause... yeah, DEFINITELY.

Should something important or big happen and the other isn't unavailable (i.e. dead or MIA), you two won't just make your own decisions without consulting or at least informing the other first.

You've... made a firm promise to yourself last night. To allow Yuu to thrive and form a foothold in this society with you as an unofficial apprentice/co-conspirator.

In a world of uncertainty, where a single wrong move can unknowingly compromise your safety, one will always come to desire some kind of power and control over their surroundings.... the people surrounding you, someone... anyone. And you're no different.

The need for a subconscious reassurance that even if everything is unfamiliar and potentially dangerous, you have power over someone else. That you're better than someone else. That should something happen, you won't be the first to be cut out or thrown into danger because you have more value than others will always be present in the back of your mind.

Of course you do know how to control yourself and your emotions, but the sins that the brothers embody kinda tend to emerge from inside you every once in a while.

...Though, maybe the reason you bonded so specifically well with your demons is that you actually have an intrinsic desire for power above all else. Not the kind of power where you're ruling over a kingdom or things like that but something else entirely.

Or, the evil inside just you began to slowly amplify the more time you spend with demons and that's why you're like this..

Either way, over the years, you've started to notice yourself becoming more... mature? in a sense?... your outlook in life slowly becoming more focused on how you can better yourself to ensure that your lovers didn't make a mistake in choosing to love you.

(You don't need to prove yourself to us, MC...)

The pride you've developed through your experiences and your constant connection with high profile individuals that drives you to constantly compare and contrast yourself to others reassure your deepest subconscious that you're still good enough, to reign in the insecurities brought in by how goddamn amazing your partners are.

Your greed to have more, to be more amazing than you already are, to leave behind other people in the dust of your brilliance.

Fearful envy for those people that aren't your friends who are smarter than you, more beautiful than you, more charismatic than you. Or the fear when you see someone making more progress than you. Afraid that they'll sooner be better than you and replace you somehow in the hearts of your lovers. (You still don't know where that fear came from though... Maybe from your other selves experiencing it? *cough* replaced au's *cough*)

Wrath when the desire to ruin whoever is overshadowing you starts to creep up from the dark crevices of your mind and begins to ensnare you.

Lust for more beauty, more elegance, to shine more brightly, to have more power and control over your own life.

Gluttony as you continue to desire more and more without feeling contentment.

And sloth because... you're just becoming too tired of the heavy duties and expectations thrust upon you by everyone around you intentionally or not... These past months, years wearing down on your fragile human soul.

You can't just do whatever you like anymore.. Your close relationship with the Brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Mephisto, as well as the angels, Thirteen, and Solomon caused the public consciousness to keep a heavy watch over you, the human that these very important individuals treasure very much.

Try as they might, your babes can't completely shield and protect you from the jealousy-filled rage of the toxic side of their own "fanbases". Not to mention those meddling mfs with even a small smidgen of power within the three realms keeps scrambling to mind your business as if it would somehow make themselves more important.

Of course, your significant others do their damn hardest to protect you from the public's scrutiny, that's for sure. (With Barbatos teaching you high-end etiquette to make sure you carry yourself with elegance to lessen things that could be used against you.) But.. it's unfortunately not enough.

Because you do often go outside to touch grass while still being quite active on the internet, whispers and gossips about you will inevitably reach your ears.

Whether it's you walking in RAD's halls and hearing hoes bad-mouthing you for your close relationships, your "unbecoming" attitude and "unflattering" qualifications, or you scrolling on the internet and seeing threads dissing you and calling you greedy for "taking all the good ones" with your "luke-warm" qualities.

Of course, you forwarded those threads and recounted those events to at least one of your significant others in the guise of light-hearted laughing about some trolls, knowing full well the exact consequences that you snitching on them will bring onto those poor unfortunate jealous gossipers. (Is it really snitching if they were the ones with the audacity to badmouth you? )

You can't find it in yourself to care though. Shouldn't have tried to intentionally talk behind your back WITHIN HEARING DISTANCE.

Fuck around and find out, as they say.

Just because they're jealous doesn't mean its your fault that all of the people you've managed to somehow seduce all happened to be extremely ethereal, intelligent, and are fuckin rich. YES. Even Mammon, contrary to what an ordinary person would expect from someone who's always out gambling or wasting money. (It's one of the mysteries of the universe, actually... How that guy can amass an impressive amount of wealth in a short amount of time whenever he gets really serious.)

So if they thought they can bully you into somehow, someway causing a rift into your relationships then they're dead wrong.

They're gonna be riggin their last mortis before you can even start to form any semblance of fucks to give to them.

Your inner thoughts really just kinda tend to go against you sometimes, but who doesn't have that problem?

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• • • • •

You snap back out of your trance as your body fluidly weaves to the side, jolting your mind awake as you dodge something small that was flying towards you.

'Oh.. It was just a small splatter of paint... Dang, I really need to chill.'

[Did... Did whatever that liquid thing was, just... burnt through the sidewalk right now...?

You subconsciously thought as you feel yourself being pulled into someone's —this scent.. Mammon?—  chest, arms simultaneously hugging you and shielding you from any further potential harm.

...Why? Why can you never get away from these things..? Why do you never know peace??

WhywhywhywhywhywHyWhYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYHWYHWYHWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHWYHYWHYWHYWHHWHYWHYWHYHWYHWYHWYHWY—?!?!?

. . .

Is it such a crime to want a peaceful life with those you love...?]

Hm... another ginger.. And with a healthy amount of zestiness too?

"oOoH! I'd recognize you famous freshies anywhere!"

(Thanks for screeching to the entire universe that there's someone else here Grim, we would've thought we were just hearing voices if it weren't for your super keen observation.)

Now, you'd think Mr. Fruity over there had just casted a haste spell on himself with how fast he went from on top of a ladder painting roses, to suddenly being beside you and squishing you all into a group picture but no, the power of tea and likes is just that powerful I guess...

(You'd know all about that, seeing Asmo breaking sound barriers the moment he catches a whiff of any kind of gossip will never be less horrifying yet amusing.)

Somehow, someway, you and the gang ended up being enlisted to paint roses, after the upperclassman who's apparently named Cater uploaded your group photo and tagged you all.

(Yuu has a phone is this au because of the power of ✨Extortion✨ [Crowley's the one being extorted dw])

You shook your head to get rid of your momentary brain fog and sighed.

So there you are, standing still as you watch your ragtag gang try and fail at the task that was asked of them to do.

'These guys are quite incompetent with this painting the roses thing.' You thought as you watched Deuce turn roses blue, Grim setting fire to entire rose bushes, with Ace and Yuu splattering paint within a ten meter radius of themselves either intentionally or due to inexperience.

Cater meanwhile wants to urge for your help in painting the roses as well –losing hope for the other freshmen– but backing out because of your thousand-yard stare and patented resting bitch face.

• • • •

"Haaaa, this is getting ridiculous"

You deadpanned as Cater "escorted" you all out because Ace didn't have a replacement tart in the ready. (Ignoring Ace who was actually rightfully complaining this time, your group excluding you, had wasted time botching rose painting attempts when you could've left earlier or gone to the store if Cater had just told you all that a replacement tart was needed in the first place.)

You deadpanned even harder when the bell rang and they all started scrambling to get to class.

You feel like a disappointed mother right now.

Grabbing Yuu, you quickly teleported the two of you to a secluded corner near the entrance of your classroom, making sure that no one saw the two of you spawn out of nowhere.

Steadying Yuu as they stumbled from the sudden change in scenery, you quickly dragged them inside and seated them beside you in [chosen spot here] before texting a quick middle-finger emoji to y'all's newly made "Losing hope for humanity" group chat with the one braincell duo, grim, and your unofficial apprentice – Yuu

You're not that cruel though, you reserved seats for them beside Yuu so that they can hear you laugh at them when they finally arrived from their impromptu marathon and took their seats.

. . .

'I hate my life.'

You thought, as you and your... friends?walk to y'all's next class.

Honestly, you didn't want to attend these classes because you could've been doing something more productive (like drinking through Crowley's wine stash that you found) but you still want to know about the lessons the students of this oh-so-prestigious college are taking. Maybe you'll come across information that can be vital to your return home or something.

This continued on until Grim decided to try his luck with escaping the lessons, causing you to put your foot down because poor Yuu can get implicated if Grim isn't in class, making the feline choose between studying in peace or resting in peace.

(Sorry Catan, this feline is really pissing me tf off right now.)

• • • • • •

"Ugh, really can't believe you left us like that."

Ace whined, picking out food beside you, Deuce, and Yuu in the cafeteria.

"Again, not my fault Yuu was the only one I could grab back then. This is the fifth time already, Ace." You said, ignoring the teen's ugly huffing.

"You totally could've included us if you made the effort!!" Huffed out Grim as he DEFINITELY didn't pout at you.

"Says the one who tried to ditch their window cleaning punishment." Yuu piped in.

"Ugh, not you too, henchman!"

"Yeah, bold of you to say anything about effort when you have to be dragged to classes." Ace said with a shit-eating grin.

"I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOU, YOU UGL—!!"

You zone out the rest of their bickering, focussing instead into getting some [fav. food] because you're gonna punch someone if you let your hunger ferment any further.

But of course, the universe hates you. Nothing else could explain  why you need to suffer seeing some high school bullies that are trying to boast of their "authority" as seniors by throwing a tantrum over a fuckin egg yolk.

You lament, quietly standing slightly behind Ace, Deuce, and Yuu as you watch Grim defend his chicken with all his kitty cat glory.

They're targeting the rest of you guys too... Haaaaah, you can't get a break with these people.

(Belphegor twitched, he's not quite feeling full-on Sloth but instead, some kind of fatigue? that starts to weigh down on him.

He rushes to Lucifer's office to report the vague feeling that he knows, originated from you.)

MmmM... Haaaaaah. You're too emotionally drained from all the convoluted unfamiliar lessons that were shoved into your face today to even muster the want for a confrontation right now.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling a dull headache settling into the back of your head.

This needs to stop, lest these bumbling idiots in front of you piss you off even further. (One of them grabbed Deuce's collar you observed, yelling at him for saying something about not using magic while the other is getting closer to Yuu, being the one who took Grim into their arms.)

You open your mouth; "Can the both of you get the hell out of the way, your big-ass foreheads are taking up the entire cafeteria."

Your clear, nonchalant but loud voice rang out, causing some silence from those that heard you.

And like a charm, ignoring any bangs that may have covered it, the two accidents subconsciously covered their foreheads with a dumbfounded "huh?" caught off guard with your sudden insult.

Not even bothering to grace them with a reply, you snap your fingers, golden rope manifested around the legs of those pathetic seniors, quickly tightening to incapacitate them and shooting up to the ceiling to tie itself to the newly remade chandelier with those seniors hanging upside down from it. 

That golden rope will prevent them from both trying to swing free and rocking the chandelier in any way, shape, or form, as a precaution to make sure that there won't be a repeat of the falling chandelier fiasco.

Ignoring the gawking of the entire cafeteria, you gesture to your group to hurry tf up and go to a table with you while you massage your temple.

'Hahhhh, I can feel myself aging.' You thought.

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(Lawd help me)

Midnight chaos with MC and Solomon ft. Diavolo

*Guess who had a dream and turned it into a crackfic p.s I can't do Diavolo justice I'm sorry*

*MC lying in bed late at night about to fall asleep but their D.D.D rings*

"Solomon what the f-"

"So I kinda made a mistake when booking our tickets"

My mind flashed to the poster up in the Devildom's shopping district, Phantom of the Opera, Devildom rendition written in metallic gold.

"We're seeing the Musical tomorrow what about it?"

I could practically hear Solomon's sweat drop as dry laughter came from my D.D.D

"I may or may not have accidentally booked the midnight premiere tickets and can't get a refund..."

"But...that's tonight"

"..."

"...I know...."

"..."

"..."

"..And one ticket costs 1,200 grimm.."

"..."

"...I know...."

"..."

"..."

"meet me in front of Purgatory Hall in 15 minutes"

I scanned the time on top of my D.D.D. '10:56 pm' it says

"See yah there Sol"

Looks like I'm sneaking out.

__________________________________

"Hey Sol, you have them?"

Said sorcerer smirked before lifting his cape revealing the damned tickets

"Safe and sound"

"Does Simeon know you're out?"

"Does Lucifer know you're out?"

Playful laughter erupted before we regained our composure.

"Alright MC shall we get goi-"

"My my, Never thought I'd catch the chaotic duo on campus at midnight"

Our heads whipped to the source of the new voice only to see Lord Diavolo smiling cheerfully arms crossed.

"L-lord Diavolo, we can explain-"

"I want in on whatever you two are planning"

...Wait what?

__________________________________

"That was amazing! Who knew humans could write such an intricate narrative!"

"I guess that's just what we have to offer compared to Angels and Demons"

"I have to say... the Devildom's Rendition made the story more intense than it was intended"

"I personally liked it that way"

"MC you like anything that's even remotely gory"

"Don't you think the marquee lights look splendid this early in the morning"

Diavolo's right, they do look amazing in the dark environment.

"I know! Why don't we take a 'selfie', I always wanted to take one!"

Diavolo gleefully whipped out his D.D.D pulling me and Solomon into the frame.

"Say Cheese!"

*Snap*

__________________________________

"YO GUYS! Check out Diavolo's Devilgram!"

"Levi why bother with the Prince's social media?"

"Wait is that MC and Solomon..!?"

"wHAT?!?"

Guess who snuck out at midnight with the humans to watch the premiere of Phantom of the opera!😁 @monSOLO @McSpade

• Yesterday's Captain, today's Admiral •

(Headcanon with an Immortal MC who used to be a pirate and a former Captain Levi cause ya'll can't convince me that the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy didn't became a pirate at one point. Ft. Spain Romano and America from Hetalia)

Grand admiral Leviathan, the most feared and respected of the Hellish seas.

But it wasn't always that way, in fact, he used to stir so much trouble for others who share the seven seas with him. Recalling one event in particular...

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"OY Bastard Captain! Our food stock's running out, at this rate the whole crew will starve"

Captain Carriedo looked up from the old map in his hands to be met with olive green eyes of his first mate.

"It's fine Lovino, we're set to arrive on the island in a few hours, by then we're meeting with Captain (L/N) for the trade"

The Italian left the captain's cabin after muttering a few curse words under his breathe. Carriedo could only laugh in amusement at the boy's antics before diverting his attention back to the map.

'I herd theres another ship that sails around these parts...'The Royal Hydra' they call it, led by a man of royal purple hair who's name is comparable to the nightmare of the seas. I really do hope we don't run into them, It'd be a hassle to fend off territorial Pirates.'

He stood up and grabbed his familiar red coat, putting on his large hat in the process. Walking up to the deck he saw his whole crew scurrying at the sight of their captain.

"Listen up! We'll be docking on the island in an hour so I suggest you all prepare mi amigos! Make sure to have your weapons ready at any given time!"

The confused glances among the crew garnered the spanish captain to continue.

"There's a chance we'd...run into territorial waters. I wouldn't want mi crew to be helpless if that happens noh?"

And with that the diverse crew dispersed to get ready.

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"Captain (L/N)! We're almost near the island. The crew already prepped the luggage and armory"

Said captain nodded at the blonde as they loaded their pistols with ammo, latching them to the sides of their pants making sure they're hidden under their (F/C) coat,

"Thank you Alfred, Let's gather the crew on deck, A little birdie told me that 'The Castilla' and 'The Alexandrite' aren't the only ships in these waters"

The boy only nodded before sprinting towards the deck leaving the Captain to their thoughts.

"I wonder how's Carriedo doing..."

-----------------------

The young first mate rushed through the ship panting once he reached the spaniard.

"Oy Bastard Captain! The Island's in sight!"

Carriedo's eyes shined with delight as he stood from his chair.

"Gracias Lovi! Now go tell the-"

*BOOM*

The sound of canon fire shot through the air as the spanish captain and Italian sprinted towards the deck, only to be met with absolute chaos.

"Well, well, well.. So you're the intruders my dear Lotan told me about, who do you think you are?"

That's when Carriedo noticed the grand ship a few distance away from 'The Castilla". There on the crow's nest stood a young man with regal purple hair grinning menacingly at the spaniard.

'That must be The Royal Hydra... and that must be The great Captain Leviathan'

"BASTARD WATCH OUT!"

Without even realizing Lovino pushed Carriedo in the nick of time as a cannonball flew to where the captain was previously standing, the duo standing up as quickly as possible when Levi's crew began swinging towards The Castilla.

"ARMS AT THE READY MI AMIGOS!"

The two crews whipped out their weapons swinging at their enemy with precision.

'Gah! At this rate the ship might sink! We didn't even see his ship coming! It's as if it emerged from water!'

At the corner of Lovino's eyes he saw Capatin Leviathan landing on their deck ready to aim his sword at their captain's back. The Italian's eyes saw it yet his body didn't react quickly.

'Sh*t the bastard's gonna-

*CLASH*

"W-what the"

The spaniard felt someone leaning against his back as he slowly turned his head

"My my, to attack someone from behind in such a manner, a dirty move for the rumored great Leviathan don't you think?"

Levi gritted his teeth as his sword met a platinum blade. The one wielding the blade shot a cheeky smile at Carriedo as they push Levi away from them.

"Good thing we made it in time Toni am I right?"

The spaniard chuckled as he flashed a cheerful smile at his savior

"Gracias (L/N)!"

"WHO IN DIAVOLO'S NAME ARE YOU?!"

Leviathan pointed his sword threateningly at (Y/N) as said captain raised their brow at his choice of words but answering nonetheless.

"The Alexandrite's Captain, at your service"

God the sickeningly sweet grin on (Y/N)' face was enough to infuriate Levi as he traded blows with them. (Y/N) kept dodging his sword as they danced a fierce battle nearly running out of breath with the speed they're going.

"Oi Carriedo! Save your spanish ass and go on board The Alexandrite! I'll meet my crew and yours on the Island!"

Carriedo nodded reluctantly as he and his crew slowly retreated to his friend's ship.

Levi cound only feel envious of the friendship between the two intruding Pirates as he gripped his blade tighter.

'Tsk they really are a pain'

(I👏CAN👏NOT👏WRITE👏FANFICTION)

(YA'LL I'M NOT EVEN A LEVI STAN BUT LEVI WITH A PONYTAIL CAN STEP ON ME AND I'D SAY THANK YOU. For real tho I didn't have time to finish the sketches so deal with the half baked drawings)

• Gambler's Thrill •

(This is just an old scenario I sent to my friend where MC is good at gambling. Basically they're based off of Yumeko from Kakegurui. Keep in mind I'm in no way shape or form a writer excuse my crackfic😅)

"MC-chaaaan!"

Judging by the honorifics I knew right away that it was Levi so I yelled a short come in and there stood the self proclaimed yucky otaku in all his glory.

"Did ya need something Levi?"

Said boy nodded vigorously and pulled me off my bed.

"Me and the others are doing a game night in the living room right now! You should come to you know, hehe seeing as you're doing nothing"

The curious look I gave him urged him to continue.

"We usually have game nights like these every month! It'd probs be more fun if you tagged along"

"So game as in uh... video games?"

"Gah! I wish that were the case cause if it was then I'd win every time! but it's just mostly card games and what not, and there's the occasional betting that surprise surprise Mammon wins every time"

My face lit up at the mention of card games, it's nothing to brag but I REALLY enjoy card games, especially Blind Man's Bluff.

"Sure I'll go with"

He instantly grabbed my hand and dragged me towards the House of Lamentation's living room. The brothers were already playing and judging by Asmo's expression, he was losing. Sweat was forming on the side of his face while Mammon on the other hand was grinning, widening by the second.

"hAHA! I WIN AGAIN! sweet sweet grimm come to papa!"

He bent over the table to grab the stack of grimm on Asmo's side, said demon was sobbing in the corner after loosing so much money. I leaned over the couch to get a better view, eyeing the giant stack of grimm next to Mammon.

"Good evening MC, are you joining us tonight?"

Satan looked at me with curiosity, I nodded in response seeing as I'm more focused on the next match between Mammon and Lucifer. Satan nodded and turned his attention back to the game.

As the game progressed I was sure Lucifer had the upper hand but one move from Mammon turned the whole round to his favor, in rare moments like these do I see the Avatar of Pride in distress, I mean if you bet 1,000,000 grimm you'd also be stressing how to win it back.

Lucifer sighed in defeat as mammon placed a Queen of Hearts.

"Hmm.. it seems you've won again Mammon, I wouldn't be surprised seeing as you ARE the Avatar Of Greed"

Satan was humming happily beside me seeing as Lucifer lost to Mammon. Mammon for the umpteenth time bent over the table to grab the new stack of grimm from Lucifer's side of the table.

"HAHA! Gah if I keep this up I might as well destroy the Devildom economy! HA!"

Laughing obnoxiously as he added the new stack of grimm to his side. I left my spot behind the couch and walked over to the other side.

"Hey Mammon! Can I play a round with you?"

He stopped laughing and eyed me as if I grew another head, I felt a tap on my shoulder to see Levi give a nervous laugh.

"Uhhh MC... I know I was the one who invited you but I think you shouldn't gamble with Mammon of all people"

I pat his shoulder assuring him I know what I'm doing, he let out a huff and just sat down.

"Yes MC darling, we wouldn't want you going bankrupt after one gamble with Mammon... he is the Avatar of Greed you know"

Beel was hovering over Asmo, mouth stuffed with food, nodding in agreement. I gave them an assuring smile and turned back to Mammon who was counting grimm by stack.

I coughed to get his attention and he looked back up at me.

"A'right MC tell you what, I'll play a round with ya, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on ya!"

"Sure as long as I get to play I'm happy"

I sat down in front of him as we began to place our bets.

"Since you challenged The Great Mammon! I'll let you place your bet first"

Feeling brave tonight I placed every grimm I had on the table amounting to...

"3 million grimm"

The brothers simultaneously looked at me with wide eyes. I even herd Beel's food drop to the floor and I glanced at the now Awake Belphie.

"MC... surely you know who you're up against correct?"

I felt the slight concern in Lucifer's voice as I smiled at him and assured him I know exactly what I'm getting into. Mammon's grin widened at the prospect of earning such large amounts of grimm in one round. He let out a chuckle and placed his own bet on the table

"Y'never cease to amaze me MC! HAHA! Y'know what! I'll bet your amount two fold"

Brimming with confidence Mammon placed twice my amount on the table all the while still giddy at himself.

"So, shall we begin?"

-Time Skip-

"H...how in the..."

Mammon sat there in absolute disbelief. His eyes widening at the sight of the royal flush in front if him. He'd be lying if he said he was the only skocked. Belphie almost fell off the couch as Levi quickly pulled out his D.D.D posting a status update on his social media

"LMAO! The Great Avatar Of Greed got his ass handed to him by A human in a round of poker!"

Mammon grabbed the edges of the table, his sweat dripping on to the playing card in his hand. Not once in his existence was he beaten in a gamble. He even used every dirty trick in the book! And yet here he was experiencing his first ever crushing defeat. Heck! Lucifer would've spilled his wine if it weren't for his reflexes. But the one who was the most shocked besides Mammon was the cynical fourth brother of wrath.

"Guys... you don't understand"

All heads turned to Satan as he spoke up after recovering from his shock.

"Mammon was playing dirty and yet...MC....still won"

Mammon flinched at the fact that he was exposed. He gingerly glanced at MC only to see her smiling without a care. Beel closed his mouth and softly asked the girl,

"M-MC...how?"

Despite the lack of words in his question, said human seemed to understand and explained.

"Honestly...when I realized Mammon was using underhanded tricks, I wasn't the least bit surprised....Because let's be real here, how could've he maintained his win streak for so long?"

Mammon was at a loss for words,he watched his 6 million grimm being taken by MC's hand beaming happily. Lucifer regained his composure and sat down his wine glass.

"W-well... I guess this goes to show that no matter how good you are there will always be someone... better"

The brothers went silent when they herd a small giggle erupt from the victorious girl, the giggle turned into full on laughter as she clutched her stomach. When she calmed down she looked at Mammon with absolute delight,

"Mammon... why don't we play again"

A million thoughts ran through his head as he herd her offer. Was she mocking him? Is she really that confident in her skill?

"You know... I don't care if you cheat at this point, Iv'e played against people slyer than you before,and you know what..."

He nervously looked up and let out a small what at the girl.

"It just makes the risk all the more interesting... enough to get me high on it"

Now that Mammon was looking clearly at MC, he saw that what he coined as confidence earlier was something much, much more than that. She was oozing with unwavering pride, pride that could even rival Lucifer's, pride that... when you experience first hand is almost terrifying.

Mammon did a double take on her face as he noticed her expression wasn't her usual calm one... it was replaced with something else entirely, replaced with someone who enjoys and gets high with thrill, the thrill of the very thing he was proud of...the thrill...of gambling.

"So.. how 'bout it Mammon"

The smirk on her face growing with each second...Mammon was frozen in his spot, all the brothers in the same state.

"Let's play again"

(Excuse me while I cringe at this insomnia induced crackfic and crappy sketch I did a few months ago that I did to go with the fic)

( All I'm saying is that the jacket mc's wearing is the same one they got from asmodeus so...🙃🙃🙃 )

• By Blood You Hide •

( * click for better quality * )

Trigger warning⚠️:Blood & mentions of Death

(Excuse me while I hide from the monstrosity I've created)