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hello there! You've done one of my asks before but it was so good I couldn't help but come back here. Is it okay if I request a prompt starter "need i remind you that your ring finger already belongs to me? " with Diavolo,Barbatos and Lucifer? (you can do only Diavolo if its too much). Also i love your writing,I hope you get the recognition you deserve!! <333

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: fluff, romance

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Diavolo/Reader , Barbatos/Reader , Lucifer/Reader

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: hi love! i did these in short one shots :) also thank u sm for this request, its so cute! <33

You and Diavolo were out for shopping, you two got married a while ago and you were moving into the castle with him. He insisted that you got some extra stuff for your stay in the castle, you couldn’t decline because he kept pouting when you had done so.

Diavolo left to use the washroom and you were looking through the food aisle for some snacks, when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You thought it was Diavolo so you turned around to see, but to your dislike it wasn’t Diavolo.

Himaki, the lower level demon in your humanity class smirked at you, “Hey MC, are you alone?~” You slapped his hand away annoyed at his actions.

“Leave me alone, I am with Diavolo.” You walked away going to a different aisle, the demon still following. “Ahem.” Diavolo’s voice rang through your head and you turned around and saw Diavolo talking to Himaki with a dark aura around him.

Himaki stared wide eyed as Diavolo grabbed a snack that you couldn’t reach, handing it to you “Thank yo-“ Diavolo was on his knees and he took your hand and kissed it “No need to thank me after all, need i remind you that your ring finger belongs to me?”

Himaki ran away shivering, you blushed at Diavolos actions and he got up and pulled you into a warm embrace, “I’m not letting anyone take you from me.” He kisses your forehead and you two continue shopping.

Barbatos had brought you to a new cafe that has specialty sweets and tea. He thought it would be a good idea to take you on a lunch date, he left you at the table and he insisted on ordering for you two, you sat down at the two seated window area.

It was a nice day outside, it was warm with a few gusts of cold air. Barbatos came back and put down the dishes and tea for the pair of you. “Thank you Barbatos!” He passes you your tea and smiles “You’re very welcome darling.”

You were happy to be married with Barbatos, he treats you like royalty and you do for him as well in return. You guys started to eat, the pastry that you ordered was really good and sweet and the tea went perfect with it.

As you guys finished you were gonna bring the dishes back to the counter but Barbatos gently pulled you towards him, “Need I remind you that your ring finger belongs to me? Please sit down and let me do this for you.” He takes the tray from your hand, walking to the counter and passing it to the dish cleaners.

He comes back and puts his arm around your waist “Let’s go home now darling.”

It was pretty obvious that you and Lucifer were married, most of the Demons knew since your wedding. One of your classmates that you rejected kept bugging you.

“MC.. why don’t you like me back?” he kept on asking you, you tried to move seats but he still followed. Soon the bell rang and Lucifer was walking to your class, so he could walk you to your next class.

All the students started leaving the room except the demon and you. You were putting your binders back into your bag and the demon came up to you. You huffed in annoyance, slinging your bag onto your back and walking out with your binder in your hand instead of spending anymore time in the room.

To your annoyance he got up and blocked the door “Stop trying to ignore me MC!” he slammed one of his hands onto your shoulder, pinning you against the wall. You yelped as your head has hit the wall. Soon Lucifer got impatient and started to open the door in the classroom, upon seeing the sight he transformed into demon form.

He threw the demon off of you and looked around you to make sure you weren’t injured in any way. Lucifer then sent a death glare to the demon who had hurriedly got up, “Need I remind you that MC’s ring finger belongs to me, and me only?” Lucifer says as the demon gulps “N-no sir!” the said demon then runs out the room.

“I’m sorry dear, I should’ve opened the door sooner. Let’s get you home, I have excused you from your classes for the day.” He says as he holds you gently against him.

Fanfic: Angels of Devildom

Obey me Fanfic (by me)

Mostly about Leviathan

Leviathan x Reader soon(?)

See the end of the post for the notes

Share pls 😭🙏

Four chapters out on Ao3!!

On ao3:

The first chapter of the Fanfic for anyone who wants to keep reading it on Ao3:

Chapter 1

The Angels

Angels (from the Latin angelus and the Greek ángelos (ἄγγελος), messenger), according to the Judeo-Christian tradition, are celestial and spiritual beings. Beautiful and radiant, they are normally seen as personifications of innocence, kindness, purity and virtue. They inhabit the well-known and desired paradise, better known as heaven.

They follow a single being, known by the name of God, and each of them has a specific hierarchy. In the first hierarchy are the Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones. They are followed by Dominions, Virtues and Powers. In the third hierarchy are the Principalities, Archangels and Angels, the latter being the closest to the needs of human beings.

Before the existence of human beings, there was an angel in Heaven called Lucifer, whom God placed in the position of guardian cherub, a prominent position in relation to the other celestial creatures. He was perfect, wise, beautiful and handsome, of vivid splendor and shining. This cherub was considered God's favorite. All the angels respected him, for he was the closest to God.

One day, one of his sisters, Lilith, fell in love with a human man. She saw him every day from heaven. She loved him deeply, and one day she decided to come down to the human world to visit him personally, breaking one of the rules of heaven, which is not to get involved in the lives of humans. She had to be punished, and since Lucifer and his other brothers did not like the idea at all, Lucifer gathered those who would help him, and fought a battle with the faithful angelic hosts.

They were defeated after a hard battle, in which Lilith ended up losing her life, and they their right to remain angels. Lucifer was so angry at the end of the war that one of his three pairs of wings fell off, giving life to Satan, already born a demon, sin of wrath.

Along with Lucifer and Satan, six other angels who were on his side in the war fell from heaven with him. These same are his six brothers, now known as the seven deadly sins, and the seven leaders of hell: Lucifer, the sin of pride; Mammon, the sin of greed; Leviathan, the sin of envy; Satan, the sin of wrath; Asmodeus, the sin of lust; Beelzebub, the sin of gluttony; and lastly, Belphegor, the sin of sloth.

†

As soon as he and his brothers fell from the sky, they gained a different form. A pair of horns appeared on their heads in place of their halos. Some remained with wings, but not those of angels, and others gained tails in place of their wings. One had his wings darkened, his Twelve wings became four, and his beautiful white wings became black. Another gained a pair of demon wings in place of his angel wings. Another lost his wings and gained a reptilian tail. Two others also had their wings changed, one also with a pair of demon wings, and another with insect wings. And another had his wings changed with a tail that was thin but furry until it reached the tip, where there was a large amount of dark hair there. The other one that was just born was already born a demon, as mentioned before. He has horns on his head, and a pair of pointy pants, and along its length, there were spikes there.

†

He limped through the dark forest at night. His tail was sore from tripping over it so much because of exhaustion. He felt cold and his body was shaking, but he kept walking. He wanted to rest, he needed to rest. His limbs ached and the wound in his abdomen slowed his movements more and more. His body, almost completely covered in his own blood, made him stagger, leaving trails of blood wherever he went. He had been walking for a long time, almost without any rest. Sometimes, he would lean against a thick tree to rest for a few moments and then start walking again. He didn't want to stop, he couldn't stop. He needed to find them, to be with his brothers.

Soon he reached a denser part of the forest, and with each step he took, he tripped over the roots of the trees that came out of the ground. He tried to hold on to the vines, but he was too weak to support the weight of his body, which made him fall. He felt like crying, screaming, taking out his anger. But he wouldn't do it until he found him. He stood up again and began to walk, until his vision went dark, his body became weak and trembling, and, in a few seconds, he found himself on the ground.

"... Lucifer..." He whispered before fainting on the dirty and damp earth of the forest.

†

He felt warm and comfortable, unlike what he had felt when he was in his old home. But, somehow, it was still as cozy as there. He felt as if he had been picked up by a kind God, who had gifted him with a moment of rest in his warm and dry hand, unlike the dirty and damp ground of the forest where he was. Soon, he opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer in the forest, but in a human house. He looked around and realized that there was a blanket over his body and pictures with works of art on the walls, along with some scribbled drawings, probably made by some child.

He then looked back, where his tail should be, which is no longer there, but it does not seem like it was torn from his body. He put his hands on his head, he couldn't feel his horns either... had they disappeared? He couldn't say for sure, but he didn't care, since he was now free of the reminder that he was no longer an angel. He then saw a mirror and tried to look at himself in it while he was in bed. He couldn't move enough to see himself in the mirror, so he gave up and started looking at the spot he was in.

After a few moments, he tried to get up and the sharp pain in his abdomen made him grunt in pain, reminding him that he was still injured. He lifted the blanket to look at his wound and saw that he was wearing different clothes than the ones he had been wearing before coming to this place. As soon as he lifted the shirt they had put on him, he saw that there were compresses on his wound, bandaged with a bandage. He looked around again and saw no one. He wanted to get up and continue looking for his brothers, but he didn't know where or where to go. He sighed and lay down again, waiting for the person to help him.

Minutes passed and he heard people talking and the door creaking, indicating that someone was opening it. Then he saw a tall man, with dark skin, dark brown eyes and black hair approaching him. Right behind him, a child shorter than the man, with hair and eyes of the same color and fair skin, was also approaching.

"Hello, it seems that you're awake." The older man said as he sat down in a chair next to the bed.

“...” He didn’t say anything.

“Are you better? You were pale and bruised when I found you in the woods.” The younger boy said.

“... Yes. I’m fine.” He answered the boy.

“That’s good.” The boy smiled.

“Are you hungry? We made vegetable soup for lunch today.” The man said.

“... I think I’ll accept... I’m not in a position to say no to food.”

“Great. My name is Lincoln, and this little boy here is Casey.” The man said, ruffling the young man’s hair.

“Dad!” The boy complained, trying to fix his hair again.

“He’s the one who found you in the woods.” Lincoln said. “He carried you from the thick part of the woods to near our house. Then, he asked for my help to finish bringing you here.”

He looked at Casey. “Thanks...”

“You’re welcome.” Casey smiled. “Since we’re introducing ourselves, what’s your name?”

“My… name?”

“Yes, what’s your name?”

“My name...” He then remembered when he was falling, with an arrow stuck in his abdomen. He also remembered his brothers screaming as they fell... Him, Mammon and Asmodeus screaming for Lucifer, the twins Beelzebub and Belphegor screaming each other’s names as they tried to reach each other, and Satan falling without even knowing why he existed, or why he was there, falling. He then looked at both of them, and only now realized that they were human. He decided to shorten his name, because he had heard from Lilith, when she was still alive, that humans usually had similar names, so seeing a different name would be strange to them. “... Levi. My name is Levi.” “Well, it’s a pleasure, Levi.” Lincoln got up from his chair. “You’re not in any condition to move, so you’ll have to stay in this house for a while. There aren’t many hospitals around here, and the closest one is many miles away. The trip would make your wound open, so we can’t risk a trip to the hospital. At least not for now.” He crossed his arms.

“Levi, since you’re going to be here, could you tell us more about yourself?” Casey asked, clearly curious.

“Oh...”

“Casey, it’s not very polite to ask strangers about their lives when you’ve just met them.” Lincoln said, looking at Casey.

“Sorry, Dad...” Casey pouted.

Leviathan watched the scene and couldn’t help but remember what it was like with Lucifer when they were both still angels. He missed Lucifer, and his brothers... But, the scene in front of him made him smile, at least for now. Lincoln and Casey looked at him when they saw his smile and smiled too.

“Since the table is set, do you want us to bring you a bowl of soup here in the room?” Lincoln asked.

“Oh, sure.”

“Casey, can you get it for him, please?”

“Sure, Dad.” Casey nodded and left the room. In a few minutes, he returned with a bowl of soup in his hands. Lincoln helped Leviathan sit on the bed. They grabbed another pillow and placed it on his legs, making it a table so Leviathan could rest the plate and eat the soup.

“Thanks.” Leviathan said to the two as soon as Casey finished placing the plate on the pillow.

“You’re welcome!” Casey said enthusiastically.

“You’re welcome, Levi.” Lincoln said calmly. “We’re going to the kitchen, make yourself comfortable.” Lincoln and Casey left the room, leaving Leviathan alone again.

Leviathan ate his food and tried to put the plate on the desk that was next to the same chair that was leaning against the bed. His wound was still open, but he forced himself to stretch his arm and managed to put the plate on the table. Lincoln was the one who came to get the plate and take it back to the kitchen to be washed.

†

Leviathan managed to lie down on the bed alone after a few minutes. He was still worried. He couldn't stay in that house, he had to go back to the forest. He had been looking for Lucifer and the others for a long time, and he could never find them.

Leviathan tried to get out of bed, but his wound was still very painful and hadn't healed. He managed to turn his body to the side and sit up in bed. He tried to get up and grunted in pain, ending up sitting down again. He sighed and tried again, this time leaning on the chair next to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

Leviathan heard someone and turned to the door. It was Casey. He ran to Leviathan and put a hand on his back while holding his hand with the other.

“You should rest, Levi! You can't keep trying to get up!” Casey helped him sit up slowly and carefully. “Why were you trying to get up? Your wound could open up again...” Casey looked worried.

Leviathan sighed. “... I was trying to get back to the forest.”

“Why?”

“I need to look for some people.”

“Who?” Casey tilted his head to the side, not unlike a confused baby animal.

“People who are very important to me.”

“And do you know where they are, Mr. Levi?”

“... No. I don’t.” Leviathan looked down.

“And why were you thinking of going looking for them if you don’t know where they are?”

“... I don’t know.”

“I don’t think that’s very smart.” Casey said sincerely.

Leviathan sighed once more. “I think so too… but I have no other choice.”

“Why don’t you try looking for clues, like the detectives in those cartoons?” Casey asked excitedly.

Leviathan thought for a moment. “... Cartoon detectives?” He didn’t know exactly what that was. He was a fallen angel who had been wandering aimlessly for a long time. It was no wonder he didn’t know a lot of common human things.

“You don’t know? They’re those people who use a hat and a magnifying glass to look for things or people!”

Leviathan was even more confused.

“For example, when a neighbor’s cat gets lost, the owner asks a detective to look for it!”

“I don’t think a detective would look for lost cats, son.” Lincoln appeared in the doorway.

Casey turned and looked at his father. “Of course they do, Dad! I saw that on the cartoon I watch!”

“If you say so…” Lincoln sat down in the chair next to the bed. “Leviathan, can I see your wound? I think it’s time to change the bandages.”

“... Of course.” Leviathan whispered and moved the blanket aside, lifting his shirt enough so that his wound was visible. Lincoln approached Leviathan and changed both the bandage and the bandage, wiping the excess blood from the wound with a clean, damp cloth he asked Casey to get from the kitchen. After treating the wound, Lincoln and Casey helped Leviathan to the bathroom to take a shower and change his clothes. They carefully placed him back on the bed and covered his body. They turned off the light in the room and said goodnight before leaving.

Leviathan stared at the ceiling for a while. He could see that the ceiling was made of wood, probably oak. It seemed to be very well made, and it still looked new. He also decided to notice the walls, which were painted white. The floor was also made of wood, and there were scratches in some parts. There was a window on the other side of the room, and from there he could have a good view of the forest. There was also a wardrobe leaning against the wall, and there were well-drawn drawings, and some half-scribbled ones pinned to it. The well-drawn ones must be of Lincoln, and the more scribbled ones would be of Casey, that's what Leviathan thought. He stared at the place for a long time, and soon after decided to go to sleep.

‼️Notes about the fanfic:‼️

• I will be posting every Friday.

• I apologize for any writing mistakes.

• This is an AU created by me for my own enjoyment, so the character's personalities will often not be the same as the original characters.

• Don't think too much about the name of the fanfic. It's no spoiler or important thing of the fanfic.🕴️

Fanfic: Angels of Devildom

Obey me Fanfic (by me)

Mostly about Leviathan

Leviathan x Reader soon(?)

See the end of the post for the notes

Share pls 😭🙏

Four chapters out on Ao3!!

On ao3:

The first chapter of the Fanfic for anyone who wants to keep reading it on Ao3:

Chapter 1

The Angels

Angels (from the Latin angelus and the Greek ángelos (ἄγγελος), messenger), according to the Judeo-Christian tradition, are celestial and spiritual beings. Beautiful and radiant, they are normally seen as personifications of innocence, kindness, purity and virtue. They inhabit the well-known and desired paradise, better known as heaven.

They follow a single being, known by the name of God, and each of them has a specific hierarchy. In the first hierarchy are the Seraphim, Cherubim and Thrones. They are followed by Dominions, Virtues and Powers. In the third hierarchy are the Principalities, Archangels and Angels, the latter being the closest to the needs of human beings.

Before the existence of human beings, there was an angel in Heaven called Lucifer, whom God placed in the position of guardian cherub, a prominent position in relation to the other celestial creatures. He was perfect, wise, beautiful and handsome, of vivid splendor and shining. This cherub was considered God's favorite. All the angels respected him, for he was the closest to God.

One day, one of his sisters, Lilith, fell in love with a human man. She saw him every day from heaven. She loved him deeply, and one day she decided to come down to the human world to visit him personally, breaking one of the rules of heaven, which is not to get involved in the lives of humans. She had to be punished, and since Lucifer and his other brothers did not like the idea at all, Lucifer gathered those who would help him, and fought a battle with the faithful angelic hosts.

They were defeated after a hard battle, in which Lilith ended up losing her life, and they their right to remain angels. Lucifer was so angry at the end of the war that one of his three pairs of wings fell off, giving life to Satan, already born a demon, sin of wrath.

Along with Lucifer and Satan, six other angels who were on his side in the war fell from heaven with him. These same are his six brothers, now known as the seven deadly sins, and the seven leaders of hell: Lucifer, the sin of pride; Mammon, the sin of greed; Leviathan, the sin of envy; Satan, the sin of wrath; Asmodeus, the sin of lust; Beelzebub, the sin of gluttony; and lastly, Belphegor, the sin of sloth.

†

As soon as he and his brothers fell from the sky, they gained a different form. A pair of horns appeared on their heads in place of their halos. Some remained with wings, but not those of angels, and others gained tails in place of their wings. One had his wings darkened, his Twelve wings became four, and his beautiful white wings became black. Another gained a pair of demon wings in place of his angel wings. Another lost his wings and gained a reptilian tail. Two others also had their wings changed, one also with a pair of demon wings, and another with insect wings. And another had his wings changed with a tail that was thin but furry until it reached the tip, where there was a large amount of dark hair there. The other one that was just born was already born a demon, as mentioned before. He has horns on his head, and a pair of pointy pants, and along its length, there were spikes there.

†

He limped through the dark forest at night. His tail was sore from tripping over it so much because of exhaustion. He felt cold and his body was shaking, but he kept walking. He wanted to rest, he needed to rest. His limbs ached and the wound in his abdomen slowed his movements more and more. His body, almost completely covered in his own blood, made him stagger, leaving trails of blood wherever he went. He had been walking for a long time, almost without any rest. Sometimes, he would lean against a thick tree to rest for a few moments and then start walking again. He didn't want to stop, he couldn't stop. He needed to find them, to be with his brothers.

Soon he reached a denser part of the forest, and with each step he took, he tripped over the roots of the trees that came out of the ground. He tried to hold on to the vines, but he was too weak to support the weight of his body, which made him fall. He felt like crying, screaming, taking out his anger. But he wouldn't do it until he found him. He stood up again and began to walk, until his vision went dark, his body became weak and trembling, and, in a few seconds, he found himself on the ground.

"... Lucifer..." He whispered before fainting on the dirty and damp earth of the forest.

†

He felt warm and comfortable, unlike what he had felt when he was in his old home. But, somehow, it was still as cozy as there. He felt as if he had been picked up by a kind God, who had gifted him with a moment of rest in his warm and dry hand, unlike the dirty and damp ground of the forest where he was. Soon, he opened his eyes and saw that he was no longer in the forest, but in a human house. He looked around and realized that there was a blanket over his body and pictures with works of art on the walls, along with some scribbled drawings, probably made by some child.

He then looked back, where his tail should be, which is no longer there, but it does not seem like it was torn from his body. He put his hands on his head, he couldn't feel his horns either... had they disappeared? He couldn't say for sure, but he didn't care, since he was now free of the reminder that he was no longer an angel. He then saw a mirror and tried to look at himself in it while he was in bed. He couldn't move enough to see himself in the mirror, so he gave up and started looking at the spot he was in.

After a few moments, he tried to get up and the sharp pain in his abdomen made him grunt in pain, reminding him that he was still injured. He lifted the blanket to look at his wound and saw that he was wearing different clothes than the ones he had been wearing before coming to this place. As soon as he lifted the shirt they had put on him, he saw that there were compresses on his wound, bandaged with a bandage. He looked around again and saw no one. He wanted to get up and continue looking for his brothers, but he didn't know where or where to go. He sighed and lay down again, waiting for the person to help him.

Minutes passed and he heard people talking and the door creaking, indicating that someone was opening it. Then he saw a tall man, with dark skin, dark brown eyes and black hair approaching him. Right behind him, a child shorter than the man, with hair and eyes of the same color and fair skin, was also approaching.

"Hello, it seems that you're awake." The older man said as he sat down in a chair next to the bed.

“...” He didn’t say anything.

“Are you better? You were pale and bruised when I found you in the woods.” The younger boy said.

“... Yes. I’m fine.” He answered the boy.

“That’s good.” The boy smiled.

“Are you hungry? We made vegetable soup for lunch today.” The man said.

“... I think I’ll accept... I’m not in a position to say no to food.”

“Great. My name is Lincoln, and this little boy here is Casey.” The man said, ruffling the young man’s hair.

“Dad!” The boy complained, trying to fix his hair again.

“He’s the one who found you in the woods.” Lincoln said. “He carried you from the thick part of the woods to near our house. Then, he asked for my help to finish bringing you here.”

He looked at Casey. “Thanks...”

“You’re welcome.” Casey smiled. “Since we’re introducing ourselves, what’s your name?”

“My… name?”

“Yes, what’s your name?”

“My name...” He then remembered when he was falling, with an arrow stuck in his abdomen. He also remembered his brothers screaming as they fell... Him, Mammon and Asmodeus screaming for Lucifer, the twins Beelzebub and Belphegor screaming each other’s names as they tried to reach each other, and Satan falling without even knowing why he existed, or why he was there, falling. He then looked at both of them, and only now realized that they were human. He decided to shorten his name, because he had heard from Lilith, when she was still alive, that humans usually had similar names, so seeing a different name would be strange to them. “... Levi. My name is Levi.” “Well, it’s a pleasure, Levi.” Lincoln got up from his chair. “You’re not in any condition to move, so you’ll have to stay in this house for a while. There aren’t many hospitals around here, and the closest one is many miles away. The trip would make your wound open, so we can’t risk a trip to the hospital. At least not for now.” He crossed his arms.

“Levi, since you’re going to be here, could you tell us more about yourself?” Casey asked, clearly curious.

“Oh...”

“Casey, it’s not very polite to ask strangers about their lives when you’ve just met them.” Lincoln said, looking at Casey.

“Sorry, Dad...” Casey pouted.

Leviathan watched the scene and couldn’t help but remember what it was like with Lucifer when they were both still angels. He missed Lucifer, and his brothers... But, the scene in front of him made him smile, at least for now. Lincoln and Casey looked at him when they saw his smile and smiled too.

“Since the table is set, do you want us to bring you a bowl of soup here in the room?” Lincoln asked.

“Oh, sure.”

“Casey, can you get it for him, please?”

“Sure, Dad.” Casey nodded and left the room. In a few minutes, he returned with a bowl of soup in his hands. Lincoln helped Leviathan sit on the bed. They grabbed another pillow and placed it on his legs, making it a table so Leviathan could rest the plate and eat the soup.

“Thanks.” Leviathan said to the two as soon as Casey finished placing the plate on the pillow.

“You’re welcome!” Casey said enthusiastically.

“You’re welcome, Levi.” Lincoln said calmly. “We’re going to the kitchen, make yourself comfortable.” Lincoln and Casey left the room, leaving Leviathan alone again.

Leviathan ate his food and tried to put the plate on the desk that was next to the same chair that was leaning against the bed. His wound was still open, but he forced himself to stretch his arm and managed to put the plate on the table. Lincoln was the one who came to get the plate and take it back to the kitchen to be washed.

†

Leviathan managed to lie down on the bed alone after a few minutes. He was still worried. He couldn't stay in that house, he had to go back to the forest. He had been looking for Lucifer and the others for a long time, and he could never find them.

Leviathan tried to get out of bed, but his wound was still very painful and hadn't healed. He managed to turn his body to the side and sit up in bed. He tried to get up and grunted in pain, ending up sitting down again. He sighed and tried again, this time leaning on the chair next to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

Leviathan heard someone and turned to the door. It was Casey. He ran to Leviathan and put a hand on his back while holding his hand with the other.

“You should rest, Levi! You can't keep trying to get up!” Casey helped him sit up slowly and carefully. “Why were you trying to get up? Your wound could open up again...” Casey looked worried.

Leviathan sighed. “... I was trying to get back to the forest.”

“Why?”

“I need to look for some people.”

“Who?” Casey tilted his head to the side, not unlike a confused baby animal.

“People who are very important to me.”

“And do you know where they are, Mr. Levi?”

“... No. I don’t.” Leviathan looked down.

“And why were you thinking of going looking for them if you don’t know where they are?”

“... I don’t know.”

“I don’t think that’s very smart.” Casey said sincerely.

Leviathan sighed once more. “I think so too… but I have no other choice.”

“Why don’t you try looking for clues, like the detectives in those cartoons?” Casey asked excitedly.

Leviathan thought for a moment. “... Cartoon detectives?” He didn’t know exactly what that was. He was a fallen angel who had been wandering aimlessly for a long time. It was no wonder he didn’t know a lot of common human things.

“You don’t know? They’re those people who use a hat and a magnifying glass to look for things or people!”

Leviathan was even more confused.

“For example, when a neighbor’s cat gets lost, the owner asks a detective to look for it!”

“I don’t think a detective would look for lost cats, son.” Lincoln appeared in the doorway.

Casey turned and looked at his father. “Of course they do, Dad! I saw that on the cartoon I watch!”

“If you say so…” Lincoln sat down in the chair next to the bed. “Leviathan, can I see your wound? I think it’s time to change the bandages.”

“... Of course.” Leviathan whispered and moved the blanket aside, lifting his shirt enough so that his wound was visible. Lincoln approached Leviathan and changed both the bandage and the bandage, wiping the excess blood from the wound with a clean, damp cloth he asked Casey to get from the kitchen. After treating the wound, Lincoln and Casey helped Leviathan to the bathroom to take a shower and change his clothes. They carefully placed him back on the bed and covered his body. They turned off the light in the room and said goodnight before leaving.

Leviathan stared at the ceiling for a while. He could see that the ceiling was made of wood, probably oak. It seemed to be very well made, and it still looked new. He also decided to notice the walls, which were painted white. The floor was also made of wood, and there were scratches in some parts. There was a window on the other side of the room, and from there he could have a good view of the forest. There was also a wardrobe leaning against the wall, and there were well-drawn drawings, and some half-scribbled ones pinned to it. The well-drawn ones must be of Lincoln, and the more scribbled ones would be of Casey, that's what Leviathan thought. He stared at the place for a long time, and soon after decided to go to sleep.

‼️Notes about the fanfic:‼️

• I will be posting every Friday.

• I apologize for any writing mistakes.

• This is an AU created by me for my own enjoyment, so the character's personalities will often not be the same as the original characters.

• Don't think too much about the name of the fanfic. It's no spoiler or important thing of the fanfic.🕴️

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

when time collides — Solomon x reader

⊹ word count: 0.4k ⊹ content: sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship between Solomon and reader, reader/MC is referred to as you/your. ⊹ warnings: mention of death (Solomon's parents and family), crying. ⊹ a/n: My baby just needs a hug omfg. An imagine of the story behind my favourite Solomon card animation (< click for the gif).

For Solomon, carnations are a painful reminder of the passage of time—everything he found, everything he learned, everything he created. But perhaps, most significantly, they remind him of everything he lost.

They grew in unhindered fields in the springs and summers. Like strokes of a shaky brush, petals painted over the hills, forests, and plains. Smatterings of crimson and blush and ivory created a natural masterpiece, whispering the stories of the people who called this land their home.

They still do, evidently. It’s been millennia since he returned here, yet the wind carries petal songs the same way they had when he was young. But now he gets to watch them twirl around you—the song snagging on your hair—and he doesn’t ever remember the petals being this beautiful.

Though, once they came close.

It was just after his father passed, sometime in early spring. The carnations had started to unfurl, still crinkly like the pages of a loved and withered book. He walked with his mother in a field somewhere far from their home, hand in hand through the blooms. And just like now, the petals danced around her, tickled their conjoined hands, and whispered their melodies to the breeze. Solomon was now king, but at a cost he never wanted to pay.

“I’m here,” his mother said, the petals winding through her hair and across her cheeks. “Let the wind carry your sadness for you.”

And Solomon cried in the safety of her arms, letting himself be at peace with his father’s passing.

He never had the chance to grieve his mother.

So now he stands at her grave, placing white carnations on the ancient stone that marks her place in the earth—and for the first time in a long time, the tears well in his eyes. He’s not sure he even remembers what it feels like to cry.

“Sol,” you call, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I’m here.”

Just like he did all those years ago, he cries, turning to allow you to wrap him in the safety of your arms. The songs of the land—of his mother, his father, the family he’s almost forgotten—sing in the breeze as you sink with him to the ground, your hold never wavering. He hears your song—the story of teacher and apprentice, of lovers eternal—join in the breeze.

Carnations remind him of the pieces of his humanity he’s lost to the time that’s warped him.

But it’s you that reminds him to live.

©stellariah 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my work to AI

(Mentions/descriptions of minor injuries, present and past.)

“There, all good.”

“Thanks, Satan.”

Your leg looked much better now that it had been disinfected and bandaged. Not that it was in bad shape to begin with.

Anyone would have thought a dire medical emergency occurred by the way everybody had leaped into action when you fell. Six of the brothers somehow managed to carry you together - one for each limb and another two on the sides to support your back - because they couldn’t pick just one person to help you back to the classroom.

It was incredibly embarrassing. You closed your eyes to avoid making eye contact with any of the other students, but you still heard the hallway whispers and Thirteen’s loud laughter.

Once back inside, Lucifer immediately evacuated his seat behind the podium at the front of the room. You were placed down like a precious glass ornament. Each brother played a different role in patching you up, but you would have been fine on your own.

“This cut kind of reminds me of one I got as a kid.” You twisted your leg around a few times to look it over. “It’s in the same spot.”

Mammon leaned against the back of the chair and grabbed your shoulders. “Are you tellin’ me you cut your leg before?”

“…yes?”

“First time I’ve heard that.” Beelzebub frowned.

Satan nodded thoughtfully, hand on chin, “you’ve never told us this before.”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I just remembered it.” It happened so long ago that you completely forgot.

Asmodeus buried his face in his hands. “How could you be so irresponsible?”

“I was a kid! Kids get scrapes all the time. I probably got it the same way, too.”

“You fell? Well… At least it didn’t scar.”

“Asmo, how d’ya know that?” Mammon asked.

“Because I know every inch of their skin very intimately.” Asmodeus smirked.

Mammon gripped your shoulders tighter. “Ok! Well! So do I!” he growled.

Leviathan came to sit on the floor next to you, looking worried. He fiddled with your pants leg to make sure the hem wouldn’t roll down over your bandage. “So there were other times you got hurt as a kid?”

“I mean, yeah? Bruised my arm pretty badly one time, right here.” You pointed to the spot.

“How come you never told us?” Belphegor asked. He was craning his head up to look at you while laying on the table, which Lucifer hadn’t noticed until that moment. The eldest gave him a push.

Belphegor muttered some choice words and slunk off to get a chair of his own, which he relocated closer to you. It screeched loudly as he dragged it along the floor. Beelzebub just stared and the others flinched, but Satan and Lucifer looked ready for violence until the youngest finally plopped down.

“We’re supposed to know everything about you,” he stated.

“Since when?”

“Since forever,” Leviathan was quick to clarify. “You have to tell us everything, and don’t spare any details.” His sentence ended there, but you swear you heard “the lore…” whispered almost imperceptibly.

“You better not be holdin’ back on us.” Mammon shifted a bit. He appeared to be getting tired of standing, but didn’t want to give up his prime real estate by your side.

“So I have to tell you everything? Like… when a butterfly poked me in the eye?”

A couple of them winced.

“Did it hurt?” Asmodeus asked.

“Did you tear it apart?” Belphegor asked.

“No, I think I was more shocked than anything? Maybe a little? And no!” You glanced down. “Levi, stop taking notes about me.”

Leviathan tutted and swiped out of the notes app on his D.D.D..

These demons and their theatrics. You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re all just overreacting, as usual.”

Satan shook his head. “No, I think you’re under-reacting. There are lots of dangers to humans in the Devildom. You could have gotten a nasty infection.”

Asmodeus gasped, “you could have lost your leg!”

”Or attracted predators,” Beelzebub added.

“On school grounds? Please. At worst I’d only attract Mephisto sniffing around for a scoop for his newspaper.”

Lucifer crossed his arms. You had faith he was going to say something sensible. “At least this isn’t as bad as that time you bruised your rear in the bath.”

There were seven scandalized gasps, including your own. “I told you that in confidence!”

Mammon was yelling in your ear, “how come I wasn’t the first to know about this? Hah?”

Asmodeus lept forward, “show me where!”

“Is it still there?” Satan inquired.

“Do you not trust us anymore?” Beelzebub looked deflated.

“That’s not it, Beel, I just- ack, Levi!” You shouted and shook your bandaged leg as the third-born clung to it desperately.

“It wasn’t my bathtub, right?” he practically sobbed. “Aahhh, I knew I needed to fill it with more pillows. Ahhhh.”

“Why would they be anywhere your tub?” Belphegor took hold of Levi’s collar and wretched him back. By the way he fell, it wouldn’t be odd for Leviathan to get a butt bruise, too.

“If it happened in your room, you would have been there,” you assured, knowing this would start another round of arguing.

The bell signaling next period mercifully rang. You’d never been happier for class to start again. All that was left was to get to your usual seat, which you stood up to do.

“Woah, whaddya think you’re doing?” Mammon put an arm in front of you.

“Going to my seat…?”

“You’re in it, sit back down.” Lucifer said.

You hesitated, giving them a puzzled look. For a moment you considered running past them. A simple cut wouldn’t hold you back, but there were no scenarios where you could outrun them without magic. You narrowed your eyes and sat down as the seven surrounded you again. You got a bad feeling.

“Just make it quick.”

Other students were already starting to filter into the room. You didn’t particularly want to be seen being relocated by these overly doting brothers. You grabbed the edge of the seat as four of them lifted it up, with the others griping about there being insufficient space for them to grab hold anywhere.

Late-night Activities

(some highly suggestive Obey Me! Lucifer x reader)

It was pure coincidence that Lucifer walked past your room in the middle of the night and noticed you weren't sleeping. The door was cracked open just a hair, allowing him to spot the ever-so-slight light of your phone illuminating the back wall. It was a peculiar time for you to be awake, especially considering the awful cold you were fighting off.

He knocked twice and entered, leaning through the doorway. "You're supposed to be resting. Can't sleep?"

"Mmh," you affirmed, your eyes glued to the phone screen. You sniffled and shifted over to make room on the edge of your bed, holding back a cough. "I found some funny videos that kept me up. Want to see?"

Lucifer gladly took the offered seat, sliding off his shoes before propping a leg up on the bed and sitting beside you. You raised the phone up while he leaned over, meeting each other halfway.

The video was alright. Silly human children doing stupid human things. They reminded Lucifer of his brothers, but not enough to elicit a laugh. "This is what's keeping you up? You should be resting. We need you back at RAD."

"I'm alright," you asserted. "The cough is mostly gone."

As if on cue, you were sent into a hacking fit, naturally curling your knees up to your chest as you tried to catch your breath in between coughs. It lasted for nearly a minute. Lucifer furrowed his brow and gazed at you with worry, a hand hovering over your back if the need for it arose.

You stretched out when the cough finally subsided and took a deep breath. "See? I'm fine," you claimed, visibly winded and voice raspy.

"Yes, I see, clear as day," Lucifer agreed sarcastically. You couldn't see his eyes rolling in the dark.

The phone screen changed color rapidly as you scrolled through its endless content in pursuit of another video. Preferably one Lucifer would like. He observed you in concern, with zero interest for anything on the screen.

"If you're so bored, how about we do something else instead?" he offered.

Lucifer shifted his entire weight onto the bed. You softly tumbled into one of his legs while he moved the other into a straddling position, setting a hand next to your shoulder. He popped a few shirt buttons and began loosening his tie. The dangling fabric tickled your chin. Everything suddenly smelled like Lucifer.

You tapped the top edge of the phone against your nose, hiding your blushing face as the screen went dark. "What are we going to do?"

"Why don't I show you?" his deep voice rumbled as the tips of his fingers caressed your neck. You shuddered at the touch. He moved your hands away from your face, placing the phone far out of reach while adoring your expression. "I need you to look only at me."

You rubbed your knees together, but Lucifer squeezed your legs shut between his thighs. "Don't move unless I say so."

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat and taking another deep breath. The demon pinned you under his weight.

Lucifer took hold of your arms and bound your wrists together with his tie. The Avatar of Pride was exceptionally skilled at tying things up, as he had proved countless times before. When your hands were firmly restrained, he gave the tie a quick yank for good measure, holding the opposite end lightly between his fangs. You clenched your fists.

"Too tight?" he asked.

It was incredibly difficult to move and a little uncomfortable, but for Lucifer, you could deal with it. You shook your head, no.

"Good."

He pulled the tie through the metallic filigree of the bed's headboard, ensuring your arms would stay up above your head no matter what happened next. You got a good view of his muscles through the undone shirt buttons as he loomed over you to finish his preparations.

With your arms firmly bound in place, Lucifer gave you an embrace, pulling your head against his chest. His heartbeat was oddly calm, though your own was racing so fast that you didn't notice. He kissed the top of your head and tantalizingly worked his way down, sliding his whole body against yours as he kissed your ear, then your cheek.

"You're so hot," he sighed.

You melted under his words and squeezed your eyes shut, ready for what may come.

"Good. Keep those eyes shut for me," he cooed into your neck. You felt his hands sliding down your sides through the covers.

"Here's what's going to happen," Lucifer whispered, pulling your blanket up over your shoulders and rubbing his hands across your body as he tucked you in. "You're going to get a very, very good night's sleep. And you're going to recover from that cold."

His weight instantly disappeared as he got up, put his shoes back on in one smooth motion, and walked across the room. It happened so quickly, your brain had trouble catching up to reality. You opened your eyes and frantically turned to watch his smug figure walk out the door.

"Lucifer!?" you called in confusion.

"Good night," he called back. "I don't want to find you on your phone again."

You tugged at the restraints, but he was too good. Not only was your phone all the way on the opposite end of the bed, but your arms were firmly stuck above your head. Writhing about only caused the covers he so carefully swaddled to come a little loose. They were still warm with his body heat. It was quiet, no matter how much you thrashed your legs and huffed in frustration, triggering another coughing fit.

"Lucfier! You're going to pay for this!"

"Can you go tell Mammon and Levi that dinner is ready? We're waiting on them." Lucifer decided this task was best left up to you.

Everyone else had turned up at the usual time and sat in their usual places. Beelzebub was salivating into his napkin and staring a hole into his plate. Satan had passed him a piece of pocket candy out of pity, which sated the Avatar of Gluttony for a whole three seconds.

The fact that everyone was willing to wait without immediately digging in showed just how highly they valued family. How heartwarming. You agreed to the task and got up before Beelzebub started flooding his seat.

Past the living room, down the hall, up the stairs. As you got closer to your destination, sounds got louder. Thuds, shaking furniture, shouts. They were coming from Mammon's room. You stopped in front of his door to assess the situation.

"Back off, nerd!" Nearby demonic power made the hair on your arms stand up.

"Tell me! Where," something slammed against the wall to your left, "is Beatra!?" A high pitched whistling noise signified the use of magic projectiles.

The situation had been assessed. It was a typical sibling spat. You knocked, loudly. Something wooden could be heard splintering to pieces with a loud crack.

"I told ya, I ain't seen your stupid toy!"

"She's a figurine! Rraaaghh!"

It wasn't exactly a hearty "come in," but that was your cue to intervene. You opened the door.

Leviathan was slumped face-up across a broken table with his older brother in a headlock. His hair was smoldering. His tail was throwing debris every which way while he smacked his brother's head like a drum. Mammon, meanwhile, was biting Leviathan's arm with the tenacity of a piranha. He was clawing at his younger brother and spastically flapping his wings, the spurs of which would get caught on Leviathan's clothes and leave scratch marks on his skin.

They didn't notice you walk in. You raised your voice and said, "hey. Dinner's ready."

The fighting immediately died down as the two looked up. Mammon's wings slowed to a flutter. Leviathan's grip relaxed. The malice in the air dissipated. They looked like two kids being caught red-handed stealing cookies from a jar.

"Like... right now?" Mammon asked.

"Yeah," you responded.

"Oh, okay. We'll be down in a minute," Leviathan assured you.

"You better, Lucifer's getting tired of waiting." With that simple yet effective warning, you exited the room. Looking at all the damage was making you anxious about the house's budget.

Once the door clicked shut, it wasn't long before the bickering resumed. Accusations of "this is all your fault!", "I know you took Beatra!", and "hurry and get up, idiot!" were hurled at one another as you made your way down the hall. You took your time, putting one foot casually in front of the other. There was a flurry of activity, but no violent continuation.

By the time you reached the stairs, Mammon and Leviathan flew out of the room and raced to catch up with you. Their demon forms were gone. Mammon panted, using what little breath he had left to ask "what's for dinner?" while Leviathan worked to blow the smoke in his hair away.

I make mcZombie on her cooking time.

Food for our teddy bear :D

Random thought

Imagine a spell gone wrong with Solomon and Mac, but instead of Mc getting the short end of Turning into a cat, it’s Solomon. If you’re wondering, he’d look like a ‘normal’ cat, you are so fucking wrong. He’s a sphinx cat, and it somehow makes sense for me.

If some of you don’t know what a sphinx cat looks like here is some pictures:

Got why I said what I said? GOOD

Another random thought-

Beelzebub nibbles on his food like a hamster. Like if he was eating crackers or something he’d just nibble on it and put it in his mouth while going to eat more stuff, and he packs it all in his mouth.

Like this:

where do you live? what inspires you to write? I have read your books on wattpad and find your writing style very immersive and amazing!i can actually imagine the characters speak the y way they do in your fanfictions and truthfully not all writers are able to understand the characters that well which ruins the storyline because the fanfictional character doesn't behave like the original.keep up the amazing work!

Thank you for saying that, it means a lot to me!

So..

i live in japan.

It depends..sometimes i get an idea for the minor events that are supposed to take place in the next chapter while listening to a certain song. i generally write during the night as i find night time the most calm and peaceful time to indulge yourself in writing your story.i prefer to have warm cups of coffee while writing, chocolate works as well.Not because i feel drowsy,it's just that i prefer to have snacks while writing as i stay up writing till 4:30-5:00 in the morning.

Thank you for asking!

feel free to leave comments or to text me even if you are down and just need someone to talk to! I am awake and am willing to helpyou out if you need me.

Have a good night my darlings!

love-

Lucy Vivian

The worst side of myself.

Please, Just Give Me Your Time

A/N: A little hurt/Comfort. I tried my best.

Warnings; Abandonment issues, Mentions of emotional abuse and child neglect, mentions of force feeding

Just one more step, and another, and another. Every step they took led them into Lucifer’s office. It’s not like anyone else was home. It was so quiet and dark. The house felt colder than usual without all the people causing shivers to wrack their already freezing body that never seemed to know warmth. They quietly knocked before entering to see a very tired Lucifer sitting at his desk. Lucifer looks up and his eyes widen at the sight of their pale complexion and teary eyes

“Please?” They asked “m-may I please have some of your time? I-I’ll pay you if you want”

they were so worn down it showed in their voice. Lucifer quickly stood and went to them. He wrapped them in a tight embrace

“Oh Dear” he said softly “You don’t have to pay me to give you attention. Whatever brought this on my little sheep?”

they sniffled and buried their face in Lucifer’s chest, their body cold from never being able to eat enough despite being forced to eat a lot as a kid.

I don’t have to pay you? B-but I’m not your worth your time”

“Moonbeam” Lucifer sighs “What brought this on?”

“I-I wasn’t worth my parents time s-so how could I be worth yours?”

Lucifer was not surprised by their confession since all the signs were there but it still hurt to hear. He guided them to the couch and sat them in his lap, holding them protectively. He played with their hair and stared into as they began sobbing into his chest. He didn’t know what else to do but be there for them.

“You never have to pay to be with me,” he said softly “I will always be here for you, no matter what so don’t bother believing otherwise.”

Soon the crackle of the fair place and the repetitive motions of Lucifer’s hand calmed them down and they fell asleep. Lucifer carefully laid them down on the couch and used his jacket as a blanket as he returned to his work. The only noise left was the light crackle of the fireplace, the scribble of Lucifer’s pen, and their light breathing as they slept peacefully.

Fankids!!

I finally hit fuck it.

Miranos

The one that just stares at you intimidatingly and has no clue why people are scared of him

He's kinda just there watching in the background to make sure everything is fine

Plays Violin instead of Piano

Night Owl

Likes Hanging around Matt

Matt

Named after the main character of House Of The Scorpion

also very angry

fights his dad more than Satan fights Lucifer

Morning Person

Gets along well with Miranos

Amaris

Oh boy, Belphegor's child

she is more subtle than her father

do not entrust her with taking care of a child, she will tie up the child so she can sleep

Surprisingly a morning person

Because Matt and Miranos are the quietest she deems them her favorite people.

Mc going around saying "I hate men" then having to explain to the brothers that they don't count. It then changed to "I hate human men" and then having to explain that Solomon doesn't count either. Yet when Mc says "Men are dumb" no one bats an eye except Mammon who very emphatically tries to prove he is not.

Hello! I’ve really been enjoying your writing! May I request short drabbles for Lucifer, Satan, and Barbatos who react to MC when she answers the man vs bear question with bear? If it’s heavy for you to write, I completely understand.

Have a lovely day/night and please take care!

Hello! I'm sorry for the wait. But thanks for your request. I think it's very meaningful. After all it's important to feel safe around our demons no matter what. I hope you enjoy it.

Summary: Lucifer, Satan and Barbatos reacting to MC choosing the bear in the trend man vs bear.

Contains: Fluff

Fem!MC

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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Lucifer

The eldest had recently discovered the trend 'man vs bear' and was interested in your point of view on the matter so he decided to come to you and ask directly. And as much as he was expecting to hear that answer it still shook him to the core.

Lucifer: mumbling "Bear? Hm.. not that I didn't expect to hear that.."

He kept silent for a few more seconds before speaking up again.

Lucifer: "MC could you explain why you chose bear..?"

MC: "Well.. I just... I guess I don't feel particularly safe around men? The thought of what men are capable of scares me.."

Lucifer looked at you with concern in his eyes. He took your hands in his and gave you a sincere look.

Lucifer: "MC, I'm aware why you chose the bear. But.. I want you to know that you're be safe in the Devildom or wherever you maybe be when I'm right there with you. I'll make sure no man, no demon lays a finger on you."

Silence followed and the demon took a deep breath. He carefully wrapped his arms around you and spoke into your ear.

Lucifer: "...I know I, myself am a man but please trust me. I would never do anything to harm you."

Satan

The fourth-born heard of that trend from Asmo and wasn't particularly interested until one day before heading to bed he decided that he had to know your answer. So the next day he came to you with the question but the answer wasn't what he was expecting.

Satan: "Bear? Why bear? MC, were keeping you safe here in the Devildom no one would dare to lay a hand on you. Why did you choose bear?"

MC: "Satan, this question talk about men in general not men in the Devildom. And I'd be lying if I said that I feel safe around men."

The demon fell silent. Soon enough he took your hand in his and caressed its knuckles.

Satan: "MC, do you feel safe around me..?"

You smiled softly at the demon and nodded your head.

MC: "Of course I feel safe around you, Satan. You've long proven yourself that you're worthy of my trust.."

A relieved smile appeared on his face and he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.

Satan: "Thank you, MC. I promise to always protect you from the dangers of life. I love you."

Barbatos

Barbatos was never interested in trends so he wasn't fast to get to know of this one. But once when Diavolo mentioned it and said that he'd like to know what your answer would be Barbatos was determined to confront you about it. And as much as he has hoped your answer would be different he had predicted what you'd say.

Barbatos: "I see..."

The demon kept silent for a minute, lost in his thoughts.

MC: "Barbatos? Is everything alright? You seem disappointed.."

Barbatos: "Disappointed? No. I'm just concerned.."

MC: "Concerned about my answer?"

Barbatos: "Indeed I am."

MC: "Well.. I mean.. of course I'd choose bear.. you never know what could go through a man's head.."

Barbatos: "Well yes of course, MC. You are quite tight but I can't help but wonder... Do you feel safe here with us in the Devildom?"

MC: "I'd be lying if I said that I don't. Even if something happens I know I can rely on the brothers or one of you guys to help me."

Barbatos smiled and took your hand in his, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

Barbatos: "Good. Always know that you're safe in the Devildom. Whether it would be me or the brothers or whoever it is that is protecting you. And if something happens you can rely on me to handle it."

MC: "Thank you, Barbatos!"

Barbatos: "Of course. It is my duty to ensure your safety here in the Devildom."

Fluff Reblog Masterlist:

ALL BROTHERS:

Squishing Their cheeks

MC uses Pacts With Brothers To Help Them

Bros being whipped for MC

MC dyes their hair to match the bros

Finding out you are pregnant

MC is a sleep Hugger

MC accidentally saying 'love you' at the end of the call

MC with chaotic/dumbass energy

MC behaving like the brothers's sin

MC being scared of snails/spiders

Super flirty MC

The bros opening the door when MC was standing behind it

Bros being Jealous

Bros turn into cats

Them comforting you after you have a nightmare

Bros + Dia thinking you hate them Pt.1

How they carry you

The Brothers Give a Depressed MC Advice

Waking The Bros Up To Ask If They're Asleep

GN!Mc Giving The Bros The ‘Bonk of Friendship’

Confessing Their Love On New Year's Eve

MC is a cat hybrid

How the demon brothers show they love you

Look! It's Us!

You're My Favorite! But Don't Tell the Others-

Mammon, You Bastard-!

Being affectionate towards Lucifer

⚾️ A Ball to the Balls ⚾️

Giving them Face/Forehead Kisses - Older Brothers / Younger Brothers

MC Goes to the Demon Brothers During a Storm - Older brothers / Younger brothers

Trustfalls! (Crack!MC)

MC who loves randomly complimenting and kissing to show appreciation

What Pets they would get

FICS:

MC Takes in a Devildom Rat As A Pet

MC Was Fed A Love Potion By Another Demon

When MC's human boyfriend broke up with her over text

(I HAVEN'T UPDATED THE LIST YET, BUT I'LL DO IT VERY SOON).

LUCIFER:

Reacting to a surprise forehead kiss

When Lucifer Knew He Loved You

Operation Find Goldie

MC protecting Lucifer

MC turning into a cat

A Sacrifice

He Finds out you love him

Little Things

Loving

MAMMON:

Reacting to a surprise forehead kiss

When Mammon Knew He Loved You

Clingy Mammon HC

Mammon comforting Mc

He Accidentally Says I Love U

Love

Cuddles

Mammon Clinging on MC becoz they used his perfume

He Finds out you love him

A Gift Worth Keeping

Summoning him

Kisses Goodnight

Warmth

LEVI:

When Leviathan Knew He Loved You

No Crying

He finds out you love him

When you're biased towards him from the start

Hopeless Romantic

A Crushing Victory

Normie?!

Happy Birthday Levi!

SATAN:

Satan and Belphie turn into children

When Satan Knew He Loved You

Them as your boyfriend

Hopeless Romantic

To Calm a Storm

ASMO:

When Asmo Knew He Loved You

Them as your boyfriend

The Most Beautiful Word

BEEL:

When Beel Knew He Loved You

Them as your boyfriend

Love at First… Bite?

Finally Full

BELPHIE:

Satan and Belphie turn into children

When Belphie Knew He Loved You

Them as your boyfriend

Catching Feelings (Among Other Things)

Surprise Encounter

Not Letting You Get Up For School

THE UNDATEABLES:

Diavolo

Reacting to a surprise forehead kiss

When Daivolo Knew He Loved You

Mc Meeting Diavolo’s Dad

One Night

Barbatos

Reacting to a surprise forehead kiss

Distraction

Prepping

Solomon:

When Solomon Knew He Loved You

Love (without a) Potion

Simeon

When Simeon Knew He Loved You

Fear of Falling (in Love)

LAST UPDATED - 09 / 04 / 2022

BRO- I CANNOT- THIS IS MAKING MY BRAIN TURN TO MUSH- I'M STRAiGHT UP GIGGLING- DARTYNCFTYAUJNCDWERTGH

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can I request a gn mc asking the brothers (and maybe dateables too if you want) to play with their wings/tail? I’ve always had the urge to just mess with Mammons wings and Levi’s tail especially

it’s okay if you don’t want to do it tho! Thank you :) 💙

touching the brothers' tails/horns/etc.

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: wow i almost want to explore lucifer's a lot further </3 anyway i hope you enjoy and ty for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, leave feedback, or req so come stop by!!

reblogs are greatly appreciated!

➳ lucifer stiffens as he feels your hands gently running through the feathers of his wings. you slow, but when he reminds silent, pick up the action again, every movement intentional and soft. it feels so good. lucifer cannot remember the last time someone other than himself had touched his wings. after he became a devil, they were something he was ashamed of for a long time and his brothers quickly learned they were no longer to touch them, and by the time he’d be okay with it, it was too late. but your touch feels like heaven, and lucifer’s afraid to look at your face out of fear of revulsion, he can’t find himself to pull away either.

➳ mammon yelps when he feels a touch on his wings, turning quickly. you yank your hand back, apologetic. “you’re good to touch them,” he says, “i was just surprised.” taking his invitation, you stroke the bones, following them from the bottom up, moving to the skin on his back. he shivers as you trace your way across his veins, feeling oddly exposed. but it also feels kind of nice, like you’re scratching an itch he hadn’t realized he had.

➳ levi flushes when his tail lashes, bumping against your leg. “sorry, it has a mind of its own,” he says, and you laugh. without asking, you run a hand down the scales, scratching your fingernails carefully over the smooth surface. “that feels good,” levi whispers, and you smile, continuing to run your hand up and down and up and down. honestly, the touch is more soothing that he’d have thought, and before he knows it, he’s half asleep, leaning against your side.

➳ satan wakes up with his head in your lap. he must have fallen asleep reading. as he gets his thoughts in order, he realizes he’s in his demon form, and you’re gently scratching his head, running your hands across his horns in a slow, repetitive motion. nobody’s ever touched his horns like that before. with his brothers, they were merely a place to grab onto when they scuffled, and he himself had never paid much attention to them, simply accepting them as part of his appearance, but your touch is making him reevaluate everything. content to stay where and as he is, he lets his eyes slip shut once more but doesn't sleep, simply reveling in your touch.

➳ asmo giggles as he feels you stroke his wing. “that tickles!” you chuckle, smearing lotion across the course skin, making sure to get every wrinkle and fold. asmo’d never been able to reach all of his wings himself, and only was able to convince one of his brothers to help once in a blue moon, so hanging out around to help him groom and moisturize was truly amazing. especially since you were so gentle and careful, your attention to detail showing in every movement. your hands felt nothing like his brothers’, and for that, asmo was immensely grateful.

➳ beel shivers as your fingers follow the striped birthmarks that go down his neck and collarbone. your fingers are slightly cold, especially considering he runs warm, and the touch feels almost ghostly with how light your touch is. it’s amazing, really, as you make every part of him feel special, including the parts he'd never cared about before, like his markings. your hands dips lower for a brief moment, to his chest, and he inhales slightly, but it doesn’t linger, moving back up before he knows it. his heart pounds behind his ribs and he’s sure that if your fingers were to explore the area over it, you’d be able to tell.

➳ belphie flinches as you touch his tail. “i know it looks soft but there are thorns in there,” he says, striving for casualness. “so don’t complain if you get pricked.” your hands slow down slightly, but you don’t pull away, combing out the hair at the end of it. it’s frightfully tangled but you’re patient and belphie knows that when you finish it will be fully untangled and neat. your administrations feel kind of nice, actually, but he wouldn’t dare admit it. (something in him tells him you know that already anyway, so what’s the point?)

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Hey everyone just wanted to give you all a heads up I’m working on some more stuff and one of them is super long so be ready, I think it’ll be best to break it up into parts one for the brothers and another for the side characters but tell me what you think is best.