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replaced mc au this human au that WHEN ARE WE GOING TO GET THE ANGEL AU BROTHERS WHO SUFFER LILITH’S FATE ?!

when lilith is still alive and they’re in the celestial realm and they’re the ones who fall for a human ?!

or god forbid, AFTER Lilith dies and they’re somehow still angels (Lucifer was too heartbroken and fearful to rebel anymore once Lilith dies; he cannot afford to lose another member of his found and chosen family. He surrenders and comes back on his knees, begging for his family to not be hurt.) and they realize that this was why Lilith chose to go against their father.

Lucifer who is so, so bitter against humanity but unable to blame them. Lucifer who knows you cannot blame the lambs for a Shepard led astray. Lucifer who’s broken and full of self hatred for what he’s done to his family by letting his sister go down to the human realm. Lucifer who would rather have been the villain to his brothers and beloved youngest sister than lost the little Angel who had worked her way into he and his brothers’ hearts. Lucifer who doesn’t let it show and carries on because he cannot afford to mess up (he would never forgive himself if he lost another). Lucifer who hardens up and bears his brothers’ hatred towards him for his apathy, because he would rather cry alone than let his brothers see him so broken. Lucifer who then meets you. Lucifer who can stop being infallible and relax for once in his life when in your company. Lucifer complaining about his duties for once in his life because with you, he is not a Seraph or oldest brother but a man, flawed and vulnerable, and he never knew how much he needed someone like you until you were already in his life. Lucifer meeting you and falling for you and fucking terrified, because he knows what is coming. Lucifer who knows that his brothers wouldn’t survive losing him, and who knows that the Celestial Realm in itself would fall into peril if he follows in his sister’s footsteps, and yet can’t help but fall into your embrace any time he has time to spare. Lucifer who knows that he might fall, but that it’s worth it if it’s for you.

Mammon, falling apart at the seams trying to keep his family sewn together. Mammon hurting and shouldering the hurt his brothers suffer from. Mammon who wonders if anything he might have done would have mattered in the end, or if it would be pointless anyways with how big of a fuck up he is. Mammon who cries at night because why would she do this? Why would she give everything up for a single mortal? Mammon who then he meets you and no longer wonders why Lilith did what she did, because he would die for you too. Mammon who knows that he has a safe place and that that safe place is you. Mammon who knows that he doesn’t have to be strong with you. Mammon who, with you, isn’t his brothers’ shoulder to cry on, or Lucifer’s only confidant. Mammon who, with you, is allowed to be hurting and weak. Allowed to express his grief. Mammon knowing that you are a place where he’s allowed to cry and scream and fall apart, because he knows you will take him into your arms and put him back together again. Mammon who wouldn’t know what to do if one day you weren’t okay. Mammon who knows Lucifer won’t survive him falling. Mammon who tries to keep you a secret but he’s never been good at keeping secrets from his older brother, especially not when Lucifer notices that Mammon can finally smile again.

Leviathan blaming himself for being so useless all the time. Leviathan who knows that it’s his fault Lilith died. Leviathan should have seen the signs, should have talked to her, should of gotten up and done something good in his life for once. Leviathan who thinks he will never forgive himself, or ever stop hating himself. Leviathan who spends his days full of bitterness and hate towards himself. Leviathan who thinks maybe it would have been better if he had died instead. And then Leviathan who meets you. Leviathan who meets you and all of a sudden whatever he does is something to be worth celebrating. Leviathan who is always enough for you. Leviathan who is worthy and is loveable and thinks he can learn to love himself if it means seeing what you see in him. Leviathan who finds a new purpose in life which is to live and love, all for you. Leviathan whose brothers see him smiling for the first time in forever because he is no longer filled with the guilt of what he could have done. Leviathan who knows that no matter what he might have tried, he could have never have changed his sister’s mind, because he, too, would go against his father if it meant being loved like this for only a second longer.

Satan who is formed in battle and raised in bloodshed. Satan who is treated like a monster despite being just as much as an Angel as the rest of his brothers. Satan whose wrath is constantly boiling and writhing beneath his skin, ready to come out at a moment’s notice. Satan who only keeps his anger in check because his fear is greater than his wrath. Satan who knows that Michael is always watching, and that he is one passive aggressive comment away from another punishment. Satan who wakes up screaming from nightmares of a life he never lived. Satan who sees how other angels look at him, and sees his brothers try their best to love him but it’s so hard when you’re grieving to learn to love another. Satan who’s fucking miserable and wishes that the sister he knows almost nothing about had been stronger than her love for a human, because he can’t fucking stand it in this place. But then Satan meets you. And suddenly he is more than Wrath and he is worth loving. He is passionate and kind and his own fucking person. He is more than Lucifer’s ugliness. He is love and grief and anger and joy and all the little things that were never said but felt tenfold. Satan who has never met his sister but for once understands her, because he, too, would do anything for your love.

Asmodeus who doesn’t know who he is anymore. Asmodeus who was once the Jewel of the Heavens but now can see nothing but ugliness in his bloodstained hands. (Lilith’s blood and blame taints him; if only he had known, maybe he could have fixed this.) Asmodeus who sees his brothers struggling and runs away from it all because he doesn’t want this to be his new reality. The past is his only solace and he chooses to live in it rather than embrace the present. Asmodeus who has never felt so hideous and ugly as a person until now. Asmodeus who only learns to feel beautiful again once you come into the picture. Asmodeus, who, usually so meticulous about his appearance, (it’s the only thing he has control over nowadays. he is a wreck in the inside but refuses to let it show. his smile is perfect and his skin is soft, and he wishes he could heal his mind like he heals his once cracked nails.) lets your clumsy hands fix his hair into a messy and lopsided braid. Asmodeus who learns how it feels to be loved in every aspect, wholly and unconditionally, all because of you. Asmodeus who lets his real laugh out (ugly and loud) and feels mortified only for his worries to melt away when he sees your smile full of fondness and adoration directed at him once more. Asmodeus who sees why Lilith fell, and sees why her love for humanity mattered more than her life. Asmodeus who loves you more than he loves his white wings. Asmodeus who would fall if it meant getting to spend a night in your bed, doing nothing but holding each other in your arms and whispering secrets between smiles.

Beelzebub who is a failure. Beelzebub who knows he will never forgive himself. Beelzebub who finds himself screaming in his head more often than not these days, who finds that his sleep is often plagued with nightmares and he would rather stay awake until he cannot. Beelzebub whose bed feels empty with only Belphie in it. Beelzebub who misses Lilith with his heart and soul. Beelzebub who feels Belphie’s hatred growing by the day and is terrified because he doesn’t know what to do. Beelzebub who doesn’t know whether to tell Lucifer and risk harm coming to Belphie or let his brother suffer and suffocate in his hatred. Beel who was supposed to protect his family and failed so badly that they will never be the same because of it. Beelzebub who sees your soft smile and sobs because for once in his life he is the one being protected. Beelzebub who lets you wipe his ever-coming stream of tears away and wipe his face with a wet cloth. Beelzebub who melts into you when you hold him ever so gently. Beelzebub who feels so, so, small in your arms, and for once doesn’t mind. Beelzebub who doesn’t know how Belphegor would react if he found out about you but is willing to do whatever it takes to protect you. Beelzebub who is willing to follow Lilith’s footsteps if something ever happened to you, regardless of if he comes out of it alive or not.

Belphegor who is broken. Belphegor who is consumed by hatred for humanity for taking his sister away. Belphegor who doesn’t know why Beel chose him over Lilith. Belphegor who doesn’t know what to do anymore. Belphegor who finds he cannot sleep anymore because all that comes to his head is his sister’s last breaths. Belphegor who cannot forgive himself for being the reason for Lilith’s death. Belphegor who screams and sobs into his twin brother’s arms because it is so unfair that this had happened to their family of all people. Belphegor who dreams of blood filling his lungs instead of Lilith’s. Belphegor who wishes he had died instead. Belphegor who escaped to the human world to visit his and Lilith’s secret spot and finds you instead. Belphegor who is ready to kill but falls apart instead when you tell him that his eyes are full of grief. Belphegor who lets you take him in your arms and rock him to sleep. Belphegor who sleeps peacefully for the first time since Lilith’s death in your gentle arms. Belphegor who falls for your gentleness in the way you approach him and his grief and decides that you are too good and kind to kill. Belphegor who falls so hard that he is disgusted with himself for ever hating a species that is so wonderful that it created you. Belphegor who knows why Lilith died, now, because he thinks he would too, if it meant being with you. Belphegor who talks to Lilith in his dreams and tells her that she would be happy, knowing he had found someone as wonderful as yourself. Belphegor who learns to forgive, both humanity and himself.

hii a have a ask!! prompt 44 with mammon, fluff!! i can imagine him being a little confused on how to act now that he’s a father but being so happy, so that one is perfect!!

200 followers prompt list!

I apologize in advance I didn’t see the pregnancy prompt in there 😭 I can’t write pregnancy so I put a twist in it!

Mammon x GN! Reader (not specified amab or afab either bc like i said no actual pregnancy it’s a credit card)

Prompt 44: “You could try and sleep it off?”

“I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”

​You haven’t been feeling well, recently.

​Your head is constantly pounding, irritability has become your best friend, and you cry over the smallest things, much to your chagrin.

​Mammon, of course, has noticed. He always notices when it comes to you. At first he assumed it was just a bad day, but a bad day turned to bad days, and bad days turned to bad weeks. He’s worried, to say the least, and so he tries to confront you the way he knows best. Obnoxiously and annoyingly. (A few weeks from now you’ll cry over thinking this about your first man. How could you ever think Mammon was annoying?)

​“Oi, human!” He starts to stalk over to you, casually yet with a slight urgency that you’re usually able to catch.

​You don’t catch it.

​You turn rapid fast and send him the most withering, venomous glare you can muster. You think you succeed in whatever you were trying to do, because he stops in his tracks.

​“What, Mammon.”

​The faux annoyed expression melts off his face and transforms into a mixture of surprise, confusion, and mostly, worry.

“What’s up with you?” A soft murmur as he goes to sit beside you. You melt into him and feel horrible for yelling at him; your eyes start to glisten.

“Nothing. Jus’ tired. Haven’t been feeling well.”

He places a comforting hand on your back, rubbing soothing circles and subconsciously hushing you. “Think ya’ could try and sleep it off?”

You glare. This dumb bitch. “I don’t think that will change the fact that I’m carrying your child, sorry.”

“Wh-whaa!?” Mammon is thousand of years old, but that still doesn’t stop the shock that floods through his brains. What are you talking about?

You slip Goldie out of your pocket and your glare sharpens. “You’ve been asking me to hide her from Lucifer, right?”

A dumbfounded nod.

“Well Lucifer’s been onto me because he knows that I always go along with your fucking plans. I haven’t been able to fucking sleep for the past week, Mammon.”

“…Oh.”

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Semifinals

Obey me cast getting Outta character.... Pt..?

Dinner at HoL

Mc: the food looks so cute! I can't eat this (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Mammon:

Satan:

Beel:

Belphie:

Asmo: you're cute too but I'd still eat y-

Lucifer: ONE DINNER

Levi: here we go again..

Lucifer: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK FOR!

i know the obey me boys are all pretty rowdy in their own ways, especially once they've combined forces, but I do genuinely believe that each and every one of them would do their own thing to make sure you feel included in conversations, even if you happen to be a pretty quiet and shy person by nature.

under the cut: the seven demon brothers finding ways to help a reader who struggles to be heard/listened to during conversations

Lucifer commands attention when he's talking, it's just a known fact of the world. Barely anybody ever dares to interrupt him. It may take him a while to notice that you struggle to participate in conversations and interactions, but once he has, it lingers non-stop in his mind until he figures out a smooth way to rope you into the subject. He'll scold those who interrupt you, and sometimes just may randomly ask for your opinion on things, a bit like a teacher randomly calling on a student. Though he can be a bit of a bulldozer at times, he does make a conscious effort to make sure you feel seen and heard, and you get an opportunity to say your part in every conversation.

Mammon struggles with this a lot himself, on both sides - he often talks over others, but also gets talked over in turn, so it really frustrates him to see when you're not getting your turn to speak. He takes a headstrong approach to it, simply demanding for everyone else to shut up so you can speak. If anyone argues with him or interrupts when you're speaking, they'll earn a smack upside the head and a surprisingly stern look ("What, you didn't think I could take authority like that? I'm the second oldest, c'mon, give me some credit!"). He won't hesitate to try and preside over an entire conversation just to make sure everyone is getting a fair turn, and nobody is going on for too long. If all else fails and he knows you're still struggling to break into the conversation, he's more than happy to just pull you off to the side and inform you that you're allowed to say whatever you like to him, the others just get to miss out because they were all absorbed in whatever they were saying.

Leviathan is almost painfully ignorant of how much he can talk at times. He can go for minutes at a time with barely a break to take a breath, especially when it's a subject he's passionate about. He thrives at first when you seem to just let him talk a lot, but over time he begins to pick up on the signs, because he's had it happen to him, too (albeit in a much more over-the-top way from his brothers), and he soon starts to fret over you - he may categorise you as a 'quiet character' archetype in conversations but it's like it hurts him personally to see you try to enter a conversation only to fail. He works really hard to push conversations towards your interests and things you'd know about so you'll be given a fair go and an opportunity to shine and show off your knowledge! (Bonus points if it's also something he likes as well)

Satan is on the ball from the first time he sees it happen, and he silently seethes on your behalf, even if you don't seem all that upset. He agonises over it for a while, trying to hold in his anger until it just pops a few minutes later, and he goes off at anyone who talked over you or wouldn't listen to what you had to say. He's been ignored and spoken over his fair share of times, so it's a touchy subject to him, and he firmly believes that nobody else deserves that sort of treatment. If it happens again, he's on it right away, pointing out that you had something to say, and whoever spoke over you needs to wait their turn (usually in more unfriendly words). If it happens a third time, however, he'll just take your arm and drag you off and insist that he's more than happy to listen to you for as long as you like.

Asmodeus finds it to be a pretty baffling conundrum at first, he just doesn't quite grasp what the big deal is, it's not something he really notices, but if it's pointed out, or there's a certain subject he really wants your opinion on, he starts to pick up on it more and more, and it just won't sit right with him. The more he thinks about it, the sadder he gets on your behalf - to him, not being paid attention to is akin to a dagger in the heart. It's not long before he's figured out his own 'Asmo-coded' way of making sure you stay in the loop. He'll stand close by you when he can, sometimes draping an arm around you, twining your pinkies or holding hands - he has no problem keeping attention on himself, so by including you in his radiance, it's like the both of you are suddenly being listened to - it works like a charm, and you'll have any chance you like to fully dominate the conversation.

Beelzebub isn't really on the ball with social situations - he's a demon of few words, and those words are usually some variation of "I'm hungry.". However, he's had a few incidents where he's had something he felt was very important or genuine that he needed to say and has been talked over by his chattier brothers, so he knows what it's like. You'll notice that he always pays careful attention to you when you're speaking, and will keep his eyes on you even if you trail off as you get interrupted. He's experienced the same situation with Belphie a lot over the years, so knows what signs to look out for, and doesn't want you to go through the same grief his little brother has. He asks follow up questions to your statements and pays careful attention to the things you say - he may not have the greatest memory, but he tries really hard, and his warmth and kindness has a sort of comforting glow to it.

Belphegor, while it seems like he always has the attention of the others, knows exactly how you feel (albeit in a slightly different way). While he's heard, he's not listened to, and others tend to brush him and his words off pretty quickly, only to give praise to someone else when they say pretty much the exact same thing. Once he's started to notice the pattern, it's like he's always got an eye on you (when they're not both closed, that is). It's kind of like a mimicry of what Beelzebub does, but in his own signature way. It's kind of like, when he notices you're being shunned out of the conversation, he's pulling you into a separate little bubble off to the side and making sure that you know that you've got his attention and you're allowed to speak as much as you like to him without having to worry about being spoken over or not listened to.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites and using it to teach bots!

Bound by fate

a/n: this is my first post, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head. It's only gonna be this chapter and another.

cw: potential angst, smut with a sprinkle of yandere next chapter. Fem!Reader. Angel!MC.

Part Two

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Chaos.

Death.

Destruction.

That’s all you saw once the fighting ceased. You scanned the area with tearful eyes, desperately searching for your lover. Fear gripped your heart, a vice of uncertainty about whether he was alive or dead.

With shaky legs, you finally managed to stand, carefully emerging from behind the broken wall where he had left you. You swallowed hard, forcing down the bile rising in your throat as you looked at the dead bodies of your fellow angels. Wings, once symbols of grace and divinity, now lay tattered and bloodied on the ground.

“This isn’t the time for me to crumble,” you whispered harshly to yourself. “I need to find him. I need to make sure he survived.” With newfound determination, you rushed to the one place you knew you could find him: your Father’s throne, God.

Your lungs burned as you ran as fast as you could, hoping and praying you would find him there alive. The path was scattered with debris, the remnants of a once-magnificent heaven now marred by the scars of battle. As you got closer, you caught sight of your beloved and his brothers.

Coming to a halt next to the other angels present, you gasped as you finally took in the situation. Lucifer was bleeding, his wings forgotten on the floor, and a blond creature—a demon—lay at his feet. Lilith, your best friend and practically your sister, lay dead on the floor with a spear wound in her chest, her eyes closed as if she were sleeping. All the other brothers stood tall next to Lucifer, their expressions grim and resolute.

You exhaled shakily when you saw your lover, injured but alive. His amber eyes met yours, and his gaze softened, looking at you with so much love and sadness that it almost made you weep.

Then, everything started shaking, and the floor beneath Lucifer, the blond demon, and Lilith’s body crumbled and broke, sending them down into the abyss.

“No, no, no,” you whispered, shaking your head as tears finally fell down your cheeks, watching as the ground beneath all the brothers started to break.

“LEVIATHAN!” you cried out, rushing forward with your hand extended, only to be pulled back against someone’s chest, their arms trapping you as they whispered reassurances and apologies in your ear.

You wailed as you fought against their grip, trying your hardest to go with your lover. But you weren’t strong enough to get free, and you could only watch as the floor beneath him started to crumble away.

And he fell.

You woke up with a gasp, quickly sitting up, your heart pounding as tears continued to fall. A sob escaped as you tried to compose yourself. The nightmare was a cruel reminder of the past, a wound that never healed.

You hated remembering what happened. It had been thousands of years, but the pain never went away, still lingering and haunting your dreams occasionally.

Slapping your cheeks and shaking your head, you got out of bed, willing the memories away. You needed to start your day, knowing you had an important meeting with Michael.

You slowly put on your flowy, white dress that had hints of gold woven into it. The fabric was light and ethereal, a stark contrast to the heaviness in your heart. You unfurled your snowy white wings and fluttered them gently, feeling the soft brush of feathers against your skin. Taking one last look at the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you nodded and left the room.

Beautiful white buildings and a sunny sky greeted you as you stepped outside, but you could barely appreciate the beauty around you. You were nervous; you didn’t know what the meeting was about, but you had a bad feeling.

Lost in thought, you almost toppled over when a small body tackled yours. Blinking in surprise, you looked down at the boy with blond hair and wrapped your arms around him. “Hi, Luke. I missed you.”

“MC! I missed you too,” he exclaimed happily as you cooed and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Good to see you, MC,” Simeon said, a small smile on his face, and you smiled back. His calm presence was a balm to your troubled heart. “Where are you heading?”

“I’m going to see Michael. He wanted to talk about something,” you sighed. The bad feeling you had was just getting worse and worse; it almost made you not want to go.

Simeon hummed and put his fingers against his lips, seeming to be debating something. He smiled at you warmly when he reached a conclusion. “I see. We won’t keep you then.”

He turned to the young angel. “Let’s go, Luke. We don’t want MC to be late.”

Luke pouted as he let you go, and you ruffled his hair, seeing how adorable he looked. He leaned into your touch and smiled. “Say hi to Michael for me! We’ll see you when you’re done.”

“Bye, guys.” You nodded and waved before making your way to Michael’s office.

Soon, you arrived and knocked on the door. “Michael, it’s me.” You nervously waited for a response.

“Come in.”

You opened the door and entered. Michael was sitting behind a desk, and he observed you as you approached. His stare unnerved you, taking in your features as if he were looking for something.

“This won’t take long,” he said, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. “You’ll be joining Luke and Simeon as an exchange student in Devildom.”

Your heart stopped, and you were at a loss for words. You, going to Devildom? Where Leviathan lived? You still loved him, and part of you was happy, but you also knew that it had been thousands of years, and he probably wasn’t the same person anymore.

“Why me?” You blurted out, looking at him in a daze.

“You were the best candidate. You’ll adapt quickly and there shouldn’t be any issues. You’re already close to Luke and Simeon as well,” he said, seeming to choose his words carefully. “You’ll be leaving today with them. Please prepare your luggage.”

You felt numb.

“You may go.” His eyes softened. “It won’t be so bad.”

You nodded in response and made your way out. Blinking back tears, you made your way back home, knowing you needed to get ready.

You weren’t ready to face Leviathan. Or even the brothers. You had been close to them once, through your connection with Lilith.

You missed them. You missed Leviathan.

You just prayed everything would go smoothly.

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A heavy sigh echoed through the grand assembly hall, filled with demons whose expressions ranged from boredom to irritation.

Diavolo scanned their faces as they awaited the arrival of the angels. He knew that the presence of the new angel accompanying Simeon and Luke would cause a significant uproar. Michael had assured him that this angel was the best fit for the exchange program—someone who could adapt quickly and keep an open mind. Reluctantly, Diavolo had accepted this choice.

He had heard you mentioned in passing by Lucifer, who spoke of you with hidden fondness whenever he reminisced about his time in the Celestial Realm. You were the adorable angel who had been best friends with Lilith and considered another sister by Lucifer and some of the other brothers. Although Diavolo didn’t personally know you, he knew you were still cherished.

His eyes met Lucifer’s, and he saw the conflict in them. Offering a small, reassuring smile, he hoped to ease Lucifer’s unease.

Lucifer gave a small nod in thanks. In truth, he was concerned about his brothers’ reactions, especially Leviathan’s. He knew his brother was still heartbroken over your separation.

He remembered everything Leviathan had done to try to forget the pain: the rage-fueled massacres as the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, the excessive drinking, the countless encounters with succubi. Yet, none of it had worked, and in the end, Leviathan had retreated to his room, becoming a shut-in who rarely left.

Lucifer snapped out of his thoughts when a portal appeared. Barbatos emerged first and stepped to the side, followed by Simeon with Luke, and lastly, you.

A deafening silence fell over the assembly hall as you stepped out of the portal. Your heart sank when you saw all the brothers staring at you in shock.

You gulped as your eyes met Leviathan’s; his expression was unreadable as he scrutinized you, as if to make sure it was really you.

The moment broke when a booming, cheerful voice interrupted, making you look away from him. “Welcome to RAD, MC. I am Diavolo, ruler of all demons and future king of the Devildom. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

With a polite smile, you nodded. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Lord Diavolo. Michael sends his regards.”

“I’m sure you already know everyone present,” he said with a smile. “Lucifer will continue with the explanations.”

“Nice to see you again, MC,” Lucifer said, stepping forward with a small smile. “Firstly, I will explain what you need to know. Your stay period will be a year, and you will be given several tasks to complete along the way. At the end of your stay, you will write a paper about your exchange in the Devildom.”

You nodded. “Understood.”

“Now, regarding your accommodations.” Lucifer paused, seemingly searching for the right words. “You will be staying in the House of Lamentation with me and my brothers.”

Gasps erupted from the brothers, and the sound of wood breaking made you look over to see Leviathan had broken the arm of his chair with his grip.

You stiffened, looking away. Michael never mentioned this. You were supposed to stay at Purgatory Hall with Luke and Simeon, not with the brothers.

It seemed Simeon had the same thought as he stepped forward to stand next to you. “We weren’t informed about this, Lucifer. MC is an angel; she's supposed to stay in Purgatory Hall.”

“She can’t stay in a house full of demons!” Luke snapped, clutching your hand tightly.

“Yes, the plan was for her to stay at Purgatory Hall, but there isn’t enough space,” Diavolo explained. “We concluded it was acceptable for you to stay in the House of Lamentation since you already know the brothers. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

You glanced at Simeon and shivered when you saw his cold eyes despite his smile. “Then you also know why it’s not a good idea for MC to stay there.”

“Lucifer, what are you thinking? MC is an angel,” a deep growl resonated throughout the room, causing everything to still.

“It’s been decided, Levi,” Lucifer responded without looking at his brother. “She will be staying with us.”

Simeon and Luke looked ready to continue arguing, but you sighed. You didn’t like the decision anymore than they did, but you were tired of the back and forth. “Okay, I understand.”

“MC! I can share my room with you. You don’t have to stay with those demons,” Luke pleaded, his grip on your hand tightening.

“It’s okay, Luke. Lord Diavolo is right. I already know the brothers, so it’s not a big deal,” you reassured, pushing down your feelings. Later, you would take the time to process everything. Right now, you needed to stay calm.

Simeon looked into your eyes sadly. You could only smile in reassurance as best as you could.

“I’m glad you agreed,” Lucifer said. “Mammon will be your guide. If you need anything, you can ask any of us.”

You nodded.

“Mammon, go show her around.” Lucifer commanded, already walking away to stand next to Diavolo.

“Good luck, MC. I hope you enjoy your stay in the Devildom.” Diavolo smiled as he walked away, Barbatos and Lucifer beside him.

With that, you were left with the rest of the brothers and the two angels.

Simeon sighed as he turned to you. He cupped your cheek, and you leaned into the comfort of his hand. “We will be making our way to Purgatory Hall now. Please be careful,” he whispered, stroking your cheek.

“Please come visit us soon,” Luke said with a frown, showing his displeasure at the arrangement.

“Of course,” you agreed easily and watched as they made their way out.

With a sigh, you turned to the brothers and gave them your best smile while awkwardly waving. “Hi, guys. Nice to see you again.”

It was like a spell was broken as they rushed to you, hugging you from different directions.

“MC! You’re as beautiful as ever,” Asmodeus cooed, rubbing his cheek against yours with his arms wrapped around you. “I’ve missed you, darling.”

“Oi! Stop getting so close to MC! Can’t ya see she don’t like it?!” Mammon barked while yanking his younger brother off you. He turned to you with a blush on his face. “And you! You’re still so defenseless! Don’t make my job of guarding you harder!”

You giggled at his poorly hidden worry, and his blush deepened as he looked away. You turned to smile at Asmodeus. “I’ve missed you too, Asmo.”

You felt a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders as someone leaned against you.

“MC. I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed you,” Belphegor mumbled, nuzzling the side of your head, close to your ear.

“I did as well, Belphie.” That’s all you managed to say before Belphegor was also ripped away from you by a fuming Mammon.

“You haven’t changed at all,” Beelzebub said, patting your head. You smiled at how gentle his hand felt.

Amid the chaos, a blond man stepped forward, and you tilted your head, staring into his green eyes.

“Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Satan, the Avatar of Wrath and the fourth eldest among the brothers.” He gave you a charming smile as you shook his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m glad I can finally put a face to the name.”

“Nice to meet you, Satan. I’m MC.” You smiled warmly back at him.

“Leviiiii, you’re not coming to say hi to our dear MC?” Asmodeus called out to the indigo-haired man, who seemed preoccupied with his phone, clenching it just a tad too tightly.

Everyone stiffened at his words, even Satan knew the story behind the now demon and angel.

“Asmo!” Mammon hissed. “Don’t provoke him.”

“Ehhh, I’m not.” Asmodeus smiled mischievously. “It just seemed rude for him to be ignoring MC’s existence, is all.”

“Asmo,” Beelzebub admonished quietly with a shake of his head.

Leviathan slowly lifted his head, his pupils slitted as he gritted his teeth. He stood up and rushed out of the assembly hall, slamming the door in the process.

Your heart dropped at his reaction. You knew things wouldn’t be the same as before; you knew he was a different person. But to act like that? Like you wronged him in some way? It broke your heart all over again.

Blinking away tears, you turned to Mammon, smiling shakily. “We should probably start the tour. I’m pretty tired.”

Mammon could only nod as he led you out, not wanting to somehow make things worse.

The brothers watched you and Mammon leave, then turned to Asmodeus with disapproval in their eyes.

“Asmo,” Satan sighed. “You know how sensitive Levi is about MC. At the mere mention of her, he leaves the room and shuts down.”

“This must be hard for them both,” Beelzebub mentioned.

Asmodeus pouted. “I’m trying to help them. Levi still loves her. MC seems to also feel strongly for him if her reaction was anything to go by.”

The rest of the brothers could only roll their eyes or groan at Asmodeus response.

They could only prepare themselves for whatever plans he had.

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With a groan, you flopped onto the bed, sinking into the plush mattress and enjoying the comfort. You took out the D.D.D. that Lucifer had given you upon your arrival at the House of Lamentation, your fingers tracing the sleek surface of the device. After the extensive tour of the grand house, the phone, pre-programmed with everyone’s contact information and even their social media profiles, felt like a lifeline. You were certain Asmodeus was behind the social media setup.

On one hand, you were happy at how quickly the brothers had accepted you again. Their warm, if somewhat chaotic, welcome had eased some of your apprehension. On the other hand, it hurt that the one brother you truly wanted to talk to didn’t even look at you. Leviathan’s avoidance stung, a sharp contrast to what you once had.

Shaking your head to clear the thoughts, you changed into the pajamas Asmodeus had given you: a silky tank top and shorts that complemented your eyes. The fabric felt soft against your skin, and you couldn’t help but appreciate Asmo’s impeccable taste in fashion. He always did get excited about dressing you up.

‘Should I go visit him?’ you thought, gnawing on your bottom lip. All you wanted was to know how he was doing. You missed him, after all.

You had always been a bit reckless, a little spoiled when it came to Leviathan. He had always indulged you in your whims, his patience with you seemingly endless. You knew your flaws, but he always found them endearing.

Determined, you straightened your back and left your room, making your way to his. If you lost your nerve now, you knew you wouldn’t attempt it again for a long time.

Standing in front of his door, you took a deep breath and knocked.

“Password,” you heard him say from inside.

You raised an eyebrow, confused. “Um, it’s me. I just wanted to talk to you, see how you were doing.”

Silence greeted you, heavy and oppressive.

“I’ve missed you a lot, Levi,” you tried again, hoping for some response, any response.

There was a thump and some shuffling on the other side of the door. Slowly, it started to open, and Levi peeked his head out, a frown marring his face.

His cheeks flushed a deep red when he saw your attire, and he quickly opened the door wider. “W-what are you wearing?!”

You glanced down at your pajamas, puzzled. “Pajamas? Asmo gave them to me.”

He covered his face with his arm, clearly flustered. “D-don’t walk around looking like that! You should be in your room!”

You narrowed your eyes, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say anything, he suddenly yanked you inside his room and slammed the door shut.

You certainly weren’t expecting that. Taking a moment to look around, you noted the relaxing blue tones of his room and the well-maintained fish tank. The shelves were lined with countless figurines and manga. Even in the Celestial Realm, Leviathan had shown an interest in anime, but now it seemed to have become an all-consuming passion.

Your eyes wandered to the desk at the back of the room, cluttered with multiple monitors and gaming equipment. It was clear he had become an avid gamer. The bathtub in the middle of the room, filled with body pillows of various anime characters and sheets, caught your attention next. It was an odd sight, but somehow fitting for him.

Finally, you looked at Leviathan, who was staring at you from the other side of the room, his face still beet red.

“Disappointed?” he asked, clenching his fists.

“I would never be disappointed in you, Levi,” you answered honestly, taking in his features almost hungrily. “Your room is nice.”

He scoffed and looked away. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know you weren’t expecting me to have become a filthy, shut-in otaku.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock. Simeon had warned you before you left the Celestial Realm, explaining that the brothers were the Avatars of Sin, so you knew which Avatar Leviathan was. But you hadn’t expected his self-esteem to be so low.

“What? No. Of course I don’t think that,” you said softly, taking a step toward him.

Leviathan growled, finally looking at you again. You stiffened as he transformed into his demon form, his attire changing while black and purple coral-like horns appeared on the sides of his head, and scales emerged on the right side of his neck. A snake-like tail with scales waved back and forth behind him.

Even with all of that, he was still the most handsome man you’d ever seen.

Vivid, glowing orange eyes pinned you in place as he stalked forward. He clutched your chin with one hand and slammed his other hand against the door next to your head, backing you against it.

“I’m not the same angel from the Celestial Realm; I’ve been a demon for thousands of years now,” he growled, baring his teeth, his grip on your chin tightening. “You said you missed me? I’m not stupid; I saw how Simeon treated you, how you allowed him to touch you.”

Your breath hitched. “I’m not involved with Simeon like that. He’s just a dear friend.”

“Not that I blame you. Of course you’d want to be with another angel. What can a shitty otaku like myself offer you now?” he sneered, but you could see the envy, pain, and rage in his glowing eyes.

Blinking back tears, you gently cupped his cheeks. “I don’t care about that, Levi. I wouldn’t lie to you. I’m not involved with Simeon, and I have missed you.”

Breathing raggedly, he dropped his hand from your chin and leaned his forehead against yours, eyes flicking to your lips. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, making your heart race.

With a snarl, he peeled himself off you and turned away. “Leave.”

You wanted to protest, to cry that you wanted to stay, that you wanted to talk to him, but all you managed was a whimper as you opened the door and rushed out.

The last thing you heard as you ran back to your room was a scream of rage and the sound of items breaking.

You closed your door and locked it, hiding under the sheets on your bed, muffling your cries against the pillow.

It wasn’t fair; this wasn’t what you were expecting or wanted.

You had anticipated awkwardness, having to start from scratch and get to know each other again. Maybe even a bit of resistance on his part.

Perhaps you were too naive and hopeful because this was the one outcome you hadn’t expected. He wanted nothing to do with you, and the thought made you cry harder.

But with that pain came anger because you hadn’t done anything wrong to warrant such a reaction from him. Then he had the audacity to get jealous? Avatar of Envy or not, he was sending too many mixed signals.

The anger won out, and you sat up abruptly on your bed, wiping the tears away.

If he wanted to be stubborn, then so would you. You were going to have a proper conversation with him even if it killed you.

You weren’t going to allow Leviathan to push you away.

Not again.

Welcome back home || Lucifer x f!reader

Summary: You find yourself eagerly awaiting Lucifer's arrival back home

Warnings: praise kink, rough sex

Word count: 750

Authors: Bear

A/N: I'm so happy to partake in this exhilarating Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompts were: praise kink & rough sex

Masterlist

"Welcome back home," you say, your voice breathless with excitement as you catch sight of Lucifer. He's beaming, swiftly kicking the door shut before pulling you close and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. Your anticipation for Lucifer's return is palpable, as you detest the solitude that accompanied his business absences. You crave his presence and the excitement it brings, making the moments apart feel like an eternity of isolation.

"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he whispers, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "Exquisite. It fits you perfectly, doesn't it?"

You're adorned in the lingerie he thoughtfully sent you, and nothing else. It's a delicate ensemble of strappy lace that barely qualifies as panties, a matching bra, and a short silk robe. Even when he's away from Devildom, he still loves to spoil you. You pull back just enough to give him a little twirl, and his dark eyes devour every inch of your body with hungry desire.

He licks his lips sensually, wrapping his arms around you once more, his hands eagerly squeezing your enticing curves. Your entire being feels ablaze with desire. "Did you do as I asked?"

"Yes," you reply, your voice a sultry whisper.

"Really? For three whole weeks?" He teases, sliding a leg between yours, allowing you to rock your hips against his thigh. The heat between your bodies intensifies, and you can't help but fear you might leave a telltale wet spot on his impeccably fitted uniform pants. "You didn't make yourself cum?"

"I promise," you swear, trying to contain your excitement.

"That's my obedient girl," he grumbles. "Just give me a few minutes."

Lucifer's shower seems to be over in a flash, yet the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity for you. The anticipation hang heavy in the air, making your heart race.

As soon as you hear the water cease, a surge of desire compells you to action. Your hand find its way between your thighs, fingers delicately tracing the path along your slick, heated pussy. You gasp. "Lucifer..."

The panties he had sent are far from ordinary; they are crotchless, leaving your pussy exposed and framed by their sensual lace. Every movement seems calculated to draw attention to the treasure concealed within, and you can't help but feel the excitement building inside you. The knowledge that he will soon walk through that door, catching you in this passionate act, send a shiver of excitement coursing through your body. With bated breath, you continue to explore your own desires, slowly succumbing to the intoxicating sensations that radiated from your wet, warm core.

And then, like a perfectly orchestrated moment, he appears, his intense black eyes immediately locking onto the very place where you were pleasuring yourself with a deliberate and sensual rhythm. He didn't bother with a towel, standing there completely naked, his dick rock hard, already leaking precum from the slit on his tip.

It's clear that he had missed you just as intensely as you had yearned for him. The electric chemistry in the room crackles, a magnetic pull drawing you both together.

“That’s my girl,“ he says, in a sinful low rasp. "Good, little girl."

He gently caresses himself, his own touches sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, he ascends the bed, his desire evident in every calculated move. Hooking his strong arms under your knees, he skillfully spreads your legs, granting him an unobstructed view of your eager pussy, clenching aroung nothing. The head of his throbbing cock brushes against your longing entrance, and an involuntary, passionate groan escapes your lips. “Is this what you want?” he asks, eyes dark as he looks down at you.

“Please,” you gasp. “Please, I was so good!”

“I know you were, princess,” he soothes, and fucks into you with one smooth thrust.

In the throes of passion, you can't help but moan, your body arching upward in anticipation. Your desire brings you to the brink, and you tremble with the intensity of it all. "Please," you gasp.

Lucifer engages in an unrelenting, rhythmic motion, his hips swaying back and forth with precision as he fully penetrates you. A series of subdued grunts escape his lips as he revels in the incredible sensation of your wetness enveloping around his throbbing cock.

"Oh, Lucifer!" You moan, yor head rolling back to the mattress.

“You can come, sweetheart,” he says, and you’re clenching around his dick, seeing white sparks of unbearable pleasure even before he says, “You earned it, my good, little pet.”