Warnings: Tenjiku itself, cursing, probably mentions of killing because we are talking about a group of psychopaths being friends, violence.
Part one.
She felt good now, a lot of stuff happened and continues to happen because she can’t catch a break with all these mfs.
Izana threatened the doctor to let him and Kakucho inside the room the day she went into labor. And she could hear Shion’s loud ass outside yelling the names he been saying he would name them. As if it was his AS IF Izana would let him. A clown.
They presented her a new face, Kokonoi; apparently, he was around all of her pregnancy it’s just that Izana overprotective ass trusts nobody around his baby mama lmao. Anyways, Kokonoi was in charge of everything monetary of her and the baby, everything.
And what did he do? He told the boyfriend that the monthly beating they were giving him it’s gonna turn weekly and then daily if he didn’t step the fuck up. He also told him that she doesn’t need his poor ass, that they would take his money and take care of her. We love a bold bitch yasss Kokonoi.
So now Izana, Kakucho, her, and the baby live in a bigger apartment, and while there are no romantic feelings between the three adults she doesn’t have a room because she would sleep with them. At first, it was because of the pregnancy, they wouldn’t let her out of their sight in case she needed anything but it came to the point that without them she wouldn’t fall asleep.
The boys were desensitized about her breastfeeding the baby, no, literally, at first she used to hide the baby’s face and her breast but now as soon as she knows the baby was hungry she would do it without a care in the world. Ran would even start patting her head lovingly, she would smile and lean on him.
All of them refer to the baby as “my child”, even Kokonoi has let slip a few “I have to do my child’s groceries shopping tonight”, the man was shook but she started talking about what they need to buy without caring about anything and he started to get more comfortable with all the dynamics of his superiors and their girl.
Now, at least three times Izana has whooped Shion’s ass for cursing around the baby, he doesn’t play about that. He doesn’t give a fuck if he has killed people, if he has the criminal world by the neck or if he needs therapy, his child was gonna be corrupted by nobody, not even himself.
The bond was strong, Izana used to talk a lot of shit about how they just kept themselves around him because they were afraid of him, but Rindou going out of his way to take her to do her hair, wait for her inside the center and FEED her while she was getting her nails done has nothing to do with fear. And Mochi would actually initiate the leaning by putting his hand softly on her head and pull her to his side, when Ran is not available she would lean on him to feed the baby. They just love her as much as Izana and Kakucho do.
She would get really happy when she was with Mucho and Sanzu, the first one would be letting the baby play with his fingers while the last one would be holding the child and she would be playing with his hair, he let her do anything she wants at that time and just like when she was pregnant, they let her talk about anything, only that this time she would be rambling about the other mothers at the park.
Talking about other mothers, one time she made the mistake to take Shion with her to the daycare, not because of him, but because every time she was with him she would become more violent that’s that influential king. See, she is not gonna put all the blame on him because her resting bitch face was priceless too, but that day she drops the act to appear more friendly since she was interlocking arms with a man who has a big ass tattoo on his head.
But the mothers that were there were giving them some nasty stares and she knew Shion was about to snap.
“Baby, please no,” she said because as dangerous as he was, he would drop the act as soon as a pretty lady like her talk nice to him. His crush on her was big.
But then the baby came running and hugged Shion's legs like their life depended on it, which made him hide any trace of desire to do damage and put a big smile on his face.
“Now now now, look at my baby!! Who’s ready to break mommy’s rule and eat a lot of ice cream?” He says taking them in his arms and their little backpack that the working lady gave him.
“That’s his child? Omg, she let that man get her pregnant? What a cheap—” Some of the ladies started to say but were interrupted.
“End the sentence, I dare you,” She says with a smile, she learned to smile like that from Ran and that’s the phrase Izana would tell her as soon as she starts to degrade herself.
But she didn’t let the lady finish, she grabbed her by the hair and start dragging her with the same smile so her baby wouldn’t witness violence. Shion gave the baby back to the working lady and went outside, just in case someone tries to jump in.
“You. Think. You. Can. Fucking. Judge. Me. With. Your. Weak. Ass” She says while punching the lady in the face, since she grabbed the lady by the hair all the other mothers took all the babies inside so she was going all out. “You can’t even fight me but think you can go and talk about my man like that?”
Shion was on fuckin cloud 9, IS THAT HIS CRUSH SAYIN HE WAS HER MAN? Yes he was 😌 even tho she belongs to his bosses or whatever.🙄
After that scene Izana forbids her to go out with Shion alone to anything related to the baby, they can go with Mucho or Kakucho, he thinks Ran or Rindou would hold the lady down so Y/N could punch her.
Ran would tease her with "want to have Rindou taking care of the baby while we go and beat some ass, you can beat the judgmental ladies and ill beat their husb-"
"NO!"
"Why not? Isn't that violent enough for you?" He says with a small smile, she hides her face behind her hands in embarrassment and he would put his hand behind her head and pull her to his chest. “I’m joking little one, wanna go grab some sweets? Like the old times”
“No because you gonna keep talking about our baby so the old ladies think you’re a responsible dad or—”
“I AM a responsible dad, and since you aren’t pregnant anymore my new stories are about when my wife went into labor”
“You didn’t get into the room with me”
“But I was close outside, why you keep giving me that smart-mouth woman?” He says offended.
“I love you, Ran” This is her first time saying this to a person aside from the ones that live with her but hey, she does love the guy. He makes sure she’s happy when he’s around.
“I love you too, smart mouth,” He says after the initial shock, didn’t take him long to answer, he loves her, she’s all the light he is not.
Her and Rindou’s dynamic is pretty calm tho, since the pregnancy he can tell that she doesn’t see this “oh he’s weak because he’s younger”, so he takes pride in doing things for her. Those “Rin, can we go to the mall so I can buy something for myself?” make his day better, he felt important. He is in her eyes.
There are days where her boobs are a pain in the ass because of how huge they become, and since she’s bold now she would go to Kakucho and ask him to hold them for her. At first, he said no cause what the fuck, but then he let her sit between his cross legs and hold her boobs for her, the sigh of relief she let out and how she relaxed against his chest made him realize how much she needed. Izana would do it without her asking if he sees the discomfort in her face.
Talking of Izana, he has softened a lot with her, in the privacy of their home of course. He would hug her from behind and ask her about her day, would try to make fun stories about beating some other gangs ass, he even learned how to cook so now not just Kakucho and her are in charge of the diner, from time to time if she’s on the couch looking tired and Kakucho is busy with the baby he would make diner and the formula for his baby. He would put the baby to sleep, and beside her and Kakucho, he’s the only one that can do it. Those nights he would sleep with her so she could cuddle him.
In public, he thinks he’s the same but everybody knows he’s just full of bullshit. He has his arms around her shoulders at all times, he got her a whole Tenjiku uniform just like his so everybody knows that she’s the boss angel, on some occasions he would dismiss a meeting earlier because she told him and Kakucho that if they aren’t home by 8 pm they would sleep outside.
When they get home she would be waiting for them at the door with the most genuine smile, he would kiss her forehead and take the baby in his arms.
“Are you two okay with all of this?” She asked him one day while resting in his chest. Kakucho was hugging her from behind and the baby was sleeping in their room.
“Why?” Izana says, knowing damn right that she’s just getting insecure again.
“I don’t know, just asking because we keep getting more and more stable and, even if you deny it, your violent nature is… ” She stopped talking when she felt Kakucho grip tighten around her waist.
“You keep worrying about stupid shit, you think I have softened? Is that it? ”Izana says and because she’s not in the mood to get yelled at she turn around and hide on Kakucho’s chest.
Then she feels his hot breath in her cheek, she can’t breathe that well cause of the lack of space and oxygen but she stays there.
“I’m okay with this princess, I love my new life and I would get out of this gang shit if I feel it’s giving you or our child trouble” He kiss her cheeks and pull her slightly so she would be on her back. “I have a family now, why would I be worried about people seeing me as a softie now?”
“We could crush all of them by ourselves baby, and if we add the guys then we could do whatever we want”’ Kakucho adds smiling.
“This is not me- us getting soft, this is us working twice as hard to give you the world because that’s what you deserve,” Izana says and she actually started crying, like ugly crying.
“I love you so much, guys!!” She cries and they laugh.
They know, and they love her just as much.
Soft moments are MY KIND OF VIBE OKAY.♡︎
Finally found out how to put the read more break from a pc, now I gotta learn from a phone.
A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq
Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests.
Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit.
Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.
Demon culture is hard to grasp.
It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.
But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.
Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.
And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.
As did you.
You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.
“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”
A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.
“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”
“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”
Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.
“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”
“And where am I going to sit?”
The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.
“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”
At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.
Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…
But he apologized, right?
An apology from a demon. It was a big step.
You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.
This wasn’t so bad...
A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.
“Wake the hell up, human!”
Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.
“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”
Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.
“Belphie. You need to wake up.”
“Mmmmm.”
“Belphie we need to go!”
“I don’t wanna--!”
The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.
“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”
Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.
“Dammit.”
Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--
“...Did they do that?”
You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.
“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”
He growls.
“They ruined something of yours.”
“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”
Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.
Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.
In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.
“AHHHH! AHHHHHH!”
“You were acting so high and mighty before.”
Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth.
“What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”
The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.
“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”
It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!
“BELPHIE STOP!”
The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.
He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.
“MC.”
You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.
“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”
His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.
“Here.”
It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.
“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”
He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
“And do something much worse.”
Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.
“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”
Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.
He had a nap to catch up to.
“You’ll like it.”
A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.
“MC, just give it one bite.”
You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--
“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”
Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.
Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.
Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--
“Oh--”
A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.
“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”
The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.
Until you sniffed the air.
Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.
A popcorn stand.
Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.
“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”
“Aren’t you popular~?”
Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.
“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”
“Please.”
Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.
“Please.”
“Coming right up!”
The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.
Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.
So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.
“Oh and can we also get--”
The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.
“...did you want this, human?”
The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!
“No.”
And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.
With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.
“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”
The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.
CRACK
Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--
And the demon’s arm was on his right.
“Order up--oh.”
The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.
“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”
Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!
Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.
“Well?”
The Little D speaks up again.
“Aren’t you going to call him off?”
Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---
“BEEL!”
He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.
“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”
The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.
“MC.”
You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.
“This is the one you wanted, right?”
It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.
“Beel...”
“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”
That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!
Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.
“Did I do good?”
You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.
“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”
He nibbles on your thumb.
“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”
A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--
“Y--Yes!”
Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.
“Thank you Beel...thank you.”
The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.
“MC~!”
You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.
Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.
Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.
There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.
Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.
“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”
Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.
“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”
The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.
You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.
“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”
His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.
“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”
You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.
“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”
Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--
Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
“Asmodeus?”
It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.
You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.
Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.
You can't help but ask.
"What did she say?"
Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.
“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”
He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.
“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”
Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.
“He certainly kept you busy.”
You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.
“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”
Solomon snorts.
“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”
Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.
“MC.”
“Hm?”
Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again.
“How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”
What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?
“A regular amount?”
There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---
“You may want to cut it back.”
The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.
“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”
“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”
You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!
The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.
Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.
"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."
He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.
"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."
Well, now you feel bad.
Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--
Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.
"Guess who?"
Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.
"Asmo?"
"Ding! Ding!"
It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.
So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.
"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."
The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.
"Do I smell bad, MC?"
You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.
"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"
"Asmo what happened?!”
Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.
“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”
“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”
“Shush shush.”
A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.
“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”
Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.
“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”
He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.
“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”
Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.
“Asmo--”
“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”
His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.
“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”
You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.
Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.
“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”
His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.
Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.
“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”
He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.
Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~
Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:
Your master is temporary.
What exists between you and your master is temporary.
Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.
You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.
“How are you holding up?”
Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.
“I’m good just...studying, you know?”
In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.
You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.
Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.
The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.
Were you being too lenient?
The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.
Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.
But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!
You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.
“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--”
He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.
“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"
“Satan, how do you feel about me?”
Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.
"Why the sudden question?"
You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--
"Just...want to know, you know?
Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.
"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."
He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.
"Do you believe this, MC?"
You look at Satan and then back to the book.
"What do you mean?"
His expression softens as he clears his throat.
"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."
"And not one with typewriters?"
Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?
You weren't doing anything wrong.
"I'll find a newer version then--"
"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"
Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.
"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."
With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.
Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.
Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.
“...human.”
The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.
“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”
You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.
“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”
The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.
You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.
"Satan!"
Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--
Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.
“MC…”
Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.
“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”
He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--
Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.
“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”
You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.
“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”
Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.
“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”
Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?
“You even called out to me.”
Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.
“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”
Oh.
No one stopped him because that was your job.
The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down.
You do not need praise from your master.
Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.
Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.
Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.
“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”
It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.
But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.
If he and his master ended up studying at all.
FALL INTO DESPAIR!
You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.
Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.
Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.
Where did Levi even go?
What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.
This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.
The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.
Which you honestly couldn't care less about.
You just liked seeing him excited.
Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.
And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.
One, you would like to say, you barely passed.
You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.
Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.
It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!
Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.
You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.
Maybe that had been your first mistake.
The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--
"Move over, human trash!"
It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--
"MC!"
Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.
By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.
The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--
But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.
You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.
That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.
Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!
Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.
“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”
“MC?”
You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!
Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.
“Levi!”
All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.
“I took care of them, Master.”
“...what? Levi--”
“The rats that tried to hurt you.”
He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.
“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”
Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.
“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”
He smiles as his hold gets tighter.
“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”
You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…
The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!
Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.
“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”
He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.
“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”
In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.
So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.
"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."
Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.
This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!
Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?
Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.
How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..
But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.
You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.
It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.
[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]
As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.
Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.
You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.
They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.
Which, okay, you could do that.
"Mammon, where are you…"
They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!
You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.
The promise was getting harder to keep though.
With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.
This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.
But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.
Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.
You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.
Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.
He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.
[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]
Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.
“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”
You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.
“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”
Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--
“Mammon?”
The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.
A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.
The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--
“MC?”
His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.
"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"
And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.
Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.
It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.
He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”
Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.
“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”
It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--
A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.
“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”
Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.
“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”
He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.
“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”
Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.
“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”
His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.
“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”
It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.
“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”
Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.
“Say it again.”
“You’re my protector…”
“Again.”
“Thank you for protecting me…”
“Again.”
“Mammon please…”
Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.
His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.
“Nice to meet you!”
You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.
Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.
“...well so much for that.”
You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.
And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.
No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.
So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.
“Did you see how she looked at me?”
“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”
“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”
You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.
“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”
Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.
“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”
Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.
“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.
“Her hairpin?”
“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”
You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.
“You think it’d look good on me?”
He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.
“That’s my cue. Good luck!”
Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!
Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.
Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.
Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.
In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.
And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.
The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.
Until you got Lucifer's mark.
It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.
You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?
No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.
With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!
Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?
Yes. Yes!
You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!
Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.
You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.
"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"
Perfect! He had finished!
"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"
The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--
"Lucifer!"
You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.
And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.
"MC."
"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'
"MC."
"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"
You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.
"Do I look in pain?"
No. And that's what worried you the most.
"You...you don't but--"
"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."
He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.
"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."
The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.
"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."
Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.
"Lucifer…"
"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."
He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.
"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"
Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…
He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.
No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.
May I ask how Jean would react to an Atheist / Different religion MC ? 💖
aww thank you 🥺❤
and damn, talk about a difficult topic SDKSDNFJK i wasn’t sure if i was gonna do this bc of how touchy the topic of ✨ religion ✨ can be BUT i’ve decided to do some research and then do my best. standard disclaimers apply: no offense is intended, ya girl did her best and all this was done with all due sincere respect.
@iridescent-hana you asked me to tag you in jean-related content so here you go 💜
JEAN’S REACTION TO AN ATHEIST MC
i think it’ll be... complicated bc of the time period jean grew up in. MC doesn’t believe in deities or a higher power in heaven? HeREsY!! and knowing how blunt he is, he’d end up saying that right to her face oof. he doesn’t intend to be rude or pushy (he’s just a product of the time and culture he grew up in, and is a sweetheart deep down), but the concept of atheism is just so ALIEN to him, and not helping things is that most of the other residents are (historically) somewhat religious or at least had some relationship with religion at some point in their previous lives AKA no atheists in the mansion till MC came along. plus, i believe self-doubt can contribute to that too. jean knows MC comes from a time far more advanced, where people know more things, so he probably can’t help but wonder if she really is right and there is no higher power. that, and culture shock, is why he pushes her away and refuses to talk to her.
poor MC’s feelings are hurt. it’s not the first time a religious friend cut ties with her because of their differing views—but somehow, it hurts more now because she was hoping to be friends with jean (he seemed like a really nice and helpful guy, if somewhat aloof) but looks like that’s a no-go now.
napoleon, perceptive man he is, has to run intervention to get them to at least TALK because he can’t stand MC looking so sad and jean being distracted during sparring thinking of MC and her views. his solution? lock them in the garret to force them to talk things out.
the air is practically palpable with the awkwardness and tension between jean and MC. in fact, MC’s tempted to suggest they break down the door with his sword just to get away from the awkward situation, when jean speaks.
“... is there no God in the future?”
MC blinks. of all the things she was expecting him to say, that was the ABSOLUTE last. “pardon?”
jean trains his purple eye on her. “is that why you don’t believe in God? because He does not actually exist?”
“i mean...” MC flounders at a loss for a moment, before realising why jean is asking this. “oh, jean, no, that’s not what i meant when i said i don’t believe in a god. i don’t believe in a god simply because that’s my view. it’s not like i go out of my way to eschew religion or anything—it’s just... not for me.”
a frown forms on jean’s face. not for her? what does she mean by that? “you say that like religion is a choice. something you can opt in and out of at will.”
“well... maybe things were different in your time, but in my time—it’s complicated. i wouldn’t say it’s, like, a choice, exactly. but i have friends who were born into religion and decided to leave it, those who were born into it and stayed, and those who weren’t born into one but converted when they were older. the key thing that set them apart was what religion meant to them; what purpose it served in their lives.”
“purpose?”
MC nods. “for those friends who chose religion, it’s because having a faith helps to ground them, especially during difficult times, and gives them a sense of direction in their life. and for those that walked away—there were many reasons, one was that they felt shackled. or it just didn’t fit with how they saw life. i don’t speak for everyone who chooses religion and those who choose to leave or those who don’t choose religion at all, obviously.”
“and what about you?” jean asks.
“me? mmm, i guess it’s because the concept never appealed to me. i don’t feel a need to have a faith in my life to ground me or give me purpose in my life—i think i’m doing fine as i am. but this is just my own opinion. i’m not saying you can’t believe in God or anything. for all i know there could be a God, but either way i wouldn’t really care about that. that’s just me, though. you have the freedom to believe in whatever you want to believe in.”
jean and MC eventually agree to disagree after their talk in the garret. i don’t think it’s a rift that’ll ever be fully resolved, but i do believe they can at least understand where the other is coming from respect each other’s views.
and now for jean and a MC from a different religion! put under a cut for length’s sake
i think jean would be curious to learn more about MC’s religion regardless of what it is except for satanism for obvious reasons 💀 as chances are he’s not heard much about non-christian religions if at all. MC would be happy to tell him all about her religion, how it came to be, its customs and practices, all that stuff. jean wouldn’t try to convert her, of course—he respects her just the way she is. if she’s happy with her religion then who is he to try and change her, right?
and tbh ever since seeing this ask in my inbox i couldn’t stop thinking about jean and a muslim MC—not as a couple but as good friends. and because i live for solid wholesome relationships and i’m all about interfaith friendships, i’m gonna toss out some random headcanons of this (PS. i’m only doing muslim!MC because after christianity born and raised catholic ✌🏻 islam is the faith i know the most about bc muslim friends. i have the deepest utmost respect for the islam faith, and i did this to the best of my knowledge with some google searches to make sure my facts are right. i apologise in advance if there are any inaccuracies):
jean is super respectful of her personal space. of course he would be respectful of MC’s personal space regardless of her religion if any drinking that respect women juice as he should 😤 but i think he would be extra mindful of muslim MC’s personal space, and he would glower at anyone who gets too close to her (with his hand on his sword so the message is clear arthur watch out)
he also accompanies her out to town and glares daggers at anyone who stares at MC.
it doesn’t happen as often as western movies like to make it out to be (i personally have never ever seen it happen before), but if she wears a hijab and it happens to slip off somehow, jean would immediately turn around and shield her with his cape to give her privacy to readjust her hijab (also PS. her hair won’t come spilling out in ✨ luscious waves ✨ or whatever the way western movies like to make it seem like—there’s a cap she wears under her hijab to keep her hair in place)
at one point, he forgets what a hijab is called and panics but still wants to compliment her so he awkwardly mutters, “... your Allah hat is very pretty.” cue uproarious laughter from MC and her gently correcting him—“it’s called a hijab, but thanks, jean.” (i saw this tumblr post and immediately knew it was jean energy lmao)
he stands guard behind her when she’s doing her prayers, with his back to her to give her some privacy. the other residents know better than to bother her while she’s praying, but jean still feels like he has to protect her because he understands how sacred prayer is and wants her to be able to connect with Allah in peace and quiet.
sometimes, if he’s sure no one is going to bother her, he’ll close his eyes and pray too. his prayers are more often than not for her; that she’ll always be smiling and safe and healthy.
(little does he know, MC also prays for him too, that he’ll find peace and happiness, and that he’ll learn to love himself like how she and the other residents love him)
if MC ends up in the mansion during ramadan, jean would be Worried because of her fasting. (it’s not that jean has never heard of fasting before. in his time christians did practise fasting during lent—the 40 days leading up to easter—and so he’s worried because he knows how tough fasting is.)
“you’re not supposed to eat from sunrise to sunset?”
“yeah, so i’m waking up earlier to have a good hearty breakfast before starting work.”
jean’s even more worried now because she’s waking up earlier than usual, she won’t be eating for ~12 hours, AND she’ll still be working as per usual during those ~12 hours. sweet bby boi is struggling on the inside between his worry and wanting to respect her religious practice.
finally he asks, “will you be fine, mademoiselle?”
she smiles gently at him and nods. “yes, jean, i’ve been doing this ever since i was a child. but thank you for the concern.”
jean tries joining her and going without blanc during ramadan so she doesn’t have to fast alone. unfortunately he only lasts about a week before he starts going feral, and napoleon has to force blanc down his throat before he ends up attacking MC.
MC also gives him a gentle scolding once he’s returned to normal—“i appreciate the thought, but please don’t force yourself to go without blanc.”
jean stares glumly at the floor and mutters, “because it turns me into a monster that wanted to take your blood.”
“no, jean, you’re not a monster. you’re my friend, and so i’d hate to see you suffer like that again.”
since trying to abstain from blanc is a no go, he instead helps MC with her chores so she doesn’t over-exert herself and guards her as usual when she does her prayers.
again i know there are other religions BUT if i tried covering them all then this post might end up breaking tumblr bc of its length lmao, so yeah.
anyway hope you enjoyed this!! thanks for the request ❤
Being a maid from another kingdom and visiting Narnia would include
EDMUND PEVENSIE X READER, GUYS
the royal family of your kingdom going to Narnia hoping to marry the princess with one of their kings
king Edmund, to be more specific
you’d be one of the princess’ maid who had been brought along
your kingdom having extremely severe laws
no sense in your opinion, but you had to follow them anyway
and you didn’t expect to have any contact with the Narnia royal family at first
until the princess asked all her maids to go look for the king so they could go out for a walk and get to know each other better
luckily you were the one who managed to find him first
“Pardon me, Your Majesty.” you called him shyly into the library, causing him to raise his dark eyes from his book to you. “The princess is requiring your company for a walk.”
The king let out a tired sigh when he heard the word ‘princess’, which made you want to laugh but hid it in a smile. He didn’t seem to have taken a liking to the royalty of your kingdom. The smile, however, vanished from your face as you suppressed your lips when saw the cover of the book the king was reading a few seconds ago.
“It seems like a good book.” you murmured, catching Edmund’s attention as he stood up from his chair. “The image on the cover makes it look like it’s a mystery book.”
The king looked between the woman and the book, a small smile appearing on his lips. “What’s your name?”
“(Y/N), Your Majesty.” you made a brief courtesy. “One of the princess’ maid, Your Majesty.”
“You do not need to call me that, you can call me-”
“Do you prefer King Edmund? I would call you ‘My King’, but technically you are not my king, not yet at least.” you started rambling. “I have heard that you are called ‘King Edmund the Just’, so if you prefer-”
“Just Edmund is fine.” he said interrupting you, the smile still on his face, making you nod quickly. “Do you like to read mystery books, (Y/N)?”
You shook your head slowly. “I do not know how.”
“How what?”
“I am very lucky to have been accepted into the castle, King Edmund.” you said. “With me working there, I guarantee food for my family, and education too, thing I never had.” you lowered your head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “I never learned to read, King Edmund.”
He thought of correcting you again to call him just Edmund, but decided against it. Instead he suggested something that made your eyes widen before nodding quickly with a wide smile on your lips. “I can teach you to read, if you want.”
from that day, when you weren’t needed, you’d meet Edmund and then he would teach you how to read/write
and when he thought you had learned enough for one day you would do something else together
usually you’d just talk in the library
some other days he would read some of his favorite books to you or encourage you to read to him
but sometimes Edmund would convince you to get out of the library with him, often so you could pull pranks on other people
including your princess
and even if you were too scared to get caught, you’d have a great time doing that
you starting to get fond of each other
you meeting secretly at night just to talk
you both sneaking into the kitchen and you making some traditional sweets from your kingdom for Edmund
“They may not be so good, after all, there’s a reason I work in the princess’s bedroom, not the kitchen”
but he did like them anyway (although you don’t know if he really liked it or if he was just trying to be nice)
he always going to you to complain about your princess
and even though you didn’t like her so much, you’d never say anything against her, just let him talk
but you’d sometimes feel the urge to complain about some things that bothered you in your life and he’d be glad to listen
Edmund loving to hear stories about you in your kingdom (especially if they include your siblings)
him borrowing a horse for you and suggesting taking you for a ride during the night
and then you’d tell him that you had never ridden a horse
and he wouldn’t hesitate to teach you
surprisingly you’d get the hang of it quickly
after that, sometimes, you both would go out to ride the night
some days the princess would go and see him dueling
and Edmund would try harder these days than he normally would
not because the princess would be there, but because she always brought her maids with her, you included
and he’d want to impress you
now that you were getting better at writing, Edmund would insist that you should write letters to him once you returned to your kingdom
you starting to develop feelings for the king, but denying having them as much as you could
little did you know that Edmund was starting to have feelings for you too
and he, unlike you, didn’t try too much to deny them
he’d even tell Lucy about it
and you’d notice that the valient queen had started to send knowing glances to you
you and Edmund smiling discreetly at each other when you were in the presence of other people
Edmund giving you hints that he was liking you, but you not getting any of them
until one day
you were once again training your handwriting as he read a book beside you
well, he tried to, but he was too distracted thinking about you
you were trying not to be distracted by the man next to you, trying hard to focus on the shaky words you wrote
but you couldn’t help but let your thoughts focus on him
thinking about him, especially about his lips
You looked at the king, your eyes slightly wide, your cheeks heating. “I’m going crazy.” you murmured more to yourself than to him, feeling a sense of guilt going through you. “I’m so sorry, Ed.”
That made Edmund take his eyes off the book he wasn’t reading, raising one eyebrow at the woman. “Why are you saying that?”
“I’m having these thoughts lately, thoughts that could cost my head if you were from my kingdom.” you felt your cheeks heat up even more, making you look away from him to your lap. “Improper thoughts for a maid to have about a king.”
You refused to look at him, feeling the embarrassment take over you. You didn’t want to see his reaction at all. The only thing you hoped for was that he wouldn’t tell anyone about that or you could already consider yourself dead.
Your gaze only met Edmund’s again when he placed his hand on your chin, making you look at him, which made you realize that his face was much closer to yours than it was a few seconds ago.
“In your kingdom, what would happen if your king had improper thoughts about a maid?” he asked in a slightly hoarse voice as his eyes alternated his gaze between your eyes and lips.
“She gets punished. Sentenced to death.” you answered in a low voice, feeling your heart beating faster the more Edmund got closer to you.
“So I’m glad I’m not your king yet.” he murmured before finally pressing his lips against yours in a long, sweet peck.
You felt yourself smiling as you pulled away, watching Edmund smile too. But your smile soon disappeared from your face when reality hit you again. Enough is enough.
You quickly stood up from the chair you were sitting in, seeming to scare the king with your sudden movement. You tried to look as serious as you could.
“It was very kind of you to teach me how to read, Your Majesty, and to write and ride a horse, but our time seems to have come to an end, since you will soon be my princess’ husband, and, apart from that, if everything happens as planned, I’ll be back home in a few days.” you started and Edmund seemed to be about to cut you off, but you continued. “If I get caught with the king, Your Majesty, I’m not even sure what would happen to me and… And my family would live in misery again.” you took a deep breath, walking toward the door. “And I will not let them suffer just because I have feelings for the wrong man.”
after that you would start to avoid him at all costs (especially when the princess brought you to his duels, where he’d try to contact you in some way)
and Lucy, too, after she’d started trying to talk to you about it too
and you’d be praying that the day you’d go back home would arrive soon
until one day you were walking through the grounds of Cair Paravel with another maid and you’d ended up hearing an argument about your princess between Peter and Edmund
you quickly get out of there, pulling the other maid along with you (although she wanted to stay to hear everything)
“It seems the king is not very pleased with the princess, is he?” she said suppressing a laugh.
you trying to avoid thinking that it was because of you, trying to convince yourself that even if Edmund hadn’t met you he would still complain about the princess to his brother
but you couldn’t avoid the truth anymore when he finally convinced you to talk to him
him telling you that he had managed to convince his brother that there would be no marriage between him and the princess
Your mouth was slightly open with surprise. You knew Edmund had complained about the princess, but he didn’t expect him to cancel the marriage.
You looked at him, not believing what was happening. A small involuntary smile appeared on your face as you shook your head. Unbelievable. That couldn’t be happening.
“It seems like the women from my kingdom do not please you.” you murmured in a low voice, the smile still on your face as Edmund got even closer to you.
“Not that one.” he chuckled, a smile on his face as he placed his hand on your cheek. “But you, you’re one of the most interesting woman I’ve ever met.”
And those were his last words before he collided his lips with yours, this time in a kiss a little rougher than the first. You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, moving your lips against his cheerfully.
“I’m still leaving Narnia.” it was the first thing you said to him when the kiss ended, pressing your foreheads against each other. “I’m going back to my kingdom as soon as the princess is ready to go.” you pulled away from him to look into his dark eyes. “I’m still just her maid.”
Edmund placed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling softly at you. “Not if you marry me.”
OK. but in MY opinion Jason trying to act all cool and sexy in front of Dickie is literally just like Duke Orsino trying to act all cool and sexy in front of his crush in the movie She’s The Man. LMFAOoo liiiike💁 :
BONUS
*Jason trying to hit on Dick when Timmers tries to interrupt*
songs to daydream and make edits of your otp to in your head (or the ones I use for those anyways lmao idk why I made this pls don't hate on my choice of song)
ISTJ- the dutiful princess. Goes above what is expected of her, just and loyal, takes her role very seriously. Aims for the good of the people through tradition.
ISFJ- the kind princess. A dreamer, strives for the kingdom to be content and harmonious, does not differentiate between royal and peasant. Aims for the good of the people through love.
INFJ- the diplomatic princess. Logical, empathetic, and determined to benefit all parties involved. Aims for the good of the people through harmony.
INTJ- the strategic princess. A promoter of education, spends time working towards the advancement of her people, involved in any and all projects in her kingdom. Aims for the good of the people through calculation.
ISTP- the architect princess. A visionary, passionate about monuments and buildings that attest to the kingdom’s glory, careful but not risk averse. Aims for the good of the people through pride.
ISFP- the good princess. Loving, brings positivity to the people around her, often shares meals with the kitchen workers rather than the royal family. Aims for the good of the people through unity.
INFP- the poetic princess. Famed for her ability with the arts, sees the world in her own way, often feels as if people will never understand her. Aims for the good of the people through expression.
INTP- the scientific princess. Especially passionate about females in STEM, experimental with caution, enjoys like-minded people who causes her to truly think about different things. Aims for the good of the people through knowledge.
ESTP- the warrior princess. Kind and strong, outspoken about injustices, never willing to stand on the sidelines but would rather be in the thick of it. Aims for the good of the people through strength.
ESFP- the joyous princess. Spreads smiles like fall leaves, loves balls and parties, invites the entire kingdom to events. Aims for the good of the people through happiness.
ENFP- the imaginative princess. Often named after a flower, always in a thousand places at once, makes time for everyone and everything that needs her. Aims for the good of the people through positivity.
ENTP- the inventor princess. A million ideas to fix a million issues, famed for her creativity and practicality, a little scatterbrained. Aims for the good of the people through innovation.
ESTJ- the boss princess. Treats every problem presented to her with caution and attention, values justice above all, known to be attentive and caring to everyone. Aims for the good of the people through fairness.
ENFJ- the empathetic princess. Especially passionate about ending poverty, often found in town streets rather than in the castle, friends with everyone who crosses her path. Aims for the good of the people through warmth.
ESFJ- the loyal princess. Remembers the names of everyone she meets, responsible and hardworking, ensures that her people have their needs met. Aims for the good of the people through cooperation.
ENTJ- the army general princess. Attentive and good natured, an implementer of practicality, values strength through stability. Aims for the good of the people through leadership.
ESFP–Sunflower: loves the spotlight of a good sunbeam; can often be seen enjoy open fields on dreamy summer road trips; enjoys dancing along with others to the movement of the sun.
ESTP–Thistle: colorful and hardy; can thrive in the most challenging and unusual places; tends to take over a bit sometimes; adventurous.
ISFP–Baby’s Breath: sweet, soft, and airy; brightens any bouquet with a gentle artistic touch; classically creative.
ISTP–Dandelion: knows how to grow and thrive even through sidewalk cracks; not terribly picky; very persistent; enjoys a good thrill; adaptive to many environments.
ENFP–Forget-me-nots: very bright and unforgettable personalities; will really cling to you and very much appreciates your lasting company; sweet, hardy, and colorful enough to light up an entire forest floor.
ENTP–Foxglove: lovely, bright, and entertaining; outgoing and colorful; has a darker side as well which earned it names like “dead man’s bells” and “witch’s gloves”; enjoy its company but be careful as well.
INFP–Daisy: free spirits that happily crown the head of an independent mind; sweet yet strong; not easily contained to a determined place to grow.
INTP–Cornflower: a modest yet bright blue flower; was long considered a weed but now has many interesting and admirable uses including in cooking, fine tea blends, and dyes.
ESFJ–Rose: classic and knows how to please; often associated with good social interactions; traditional and timeless.
ESTJ–Magnolia: dominates the are it’s in; commands attention; knows how to delight with lovely fragrances.
ISFJ–Wild Rose: sweet and delicate; does have thorns despite gentle appearance; modest yet lights up a forest.
ISTJ–Jasmine: small yet strong; knows how to command your attention with wonderful perfumes; not extravagant yet lovely and very pleasing.
ENFJ–Orchid: needs just the right kind of care in order to thrive; elegant and sophisticated; classic and a good crowd-pleaser.
ENTJ–Amaryllis: blooms when the time is high for gifts and a center table place surrounded by many decorations is likely; not frilly; commanding.
INFJ–African Violet: delicate and sweet; small yet brings great beauty to any place, natural or not; can be quite picky about getting just the right kind of care, but if you treat it well, it will give you its all.
INTJ–Night-blooming Cereus: lovely but only opens up one night a year; elusive and enjoys the quiet of the night; is very rare but a wonderful sight to those who are lucky enough to witness a full bloom.
the types as bitches i hate in college and also ive had a lot of wine
ESFJ: that social butterfly bitch that doesn’t understand anything ever without asking twelve clarifying questions before you can explain shit, like i was gonna explain that obvious feature of your new iphone in four seconds chris, how about you chill and stop acting like IM the weird one
ISFJ: that boring nice bitch who has probably never had a unique individual thought in their life. they’re like, solely reactionary beings, the true wobbuffets of real life.
ESFP: that crazy bitch whose super weird but everybody likes because theyre just weird enough to be likable but never hangs out with you consistently because theyre too involved with theatre or ecstasy or some shit idk
ISFP: that sarcastic bitch whose somehow still obsessed with fandoms and superwholock and probably owns a horse back home or something
ENFJ: that starry eyed bitch who loves everybody and wants to save the world or some shit, idk, my eyes glazed over a quarter way through your monologue; besides, it all just pans out to you feeling bad about yourself because you can’t live up to the impossible standards you set for yourself anyways so am i really missing anything???
INFJ: that passive aggressive bitch whos always gotta remind you that they’re the most rare mbti type, and act all ethereal and distant and shit when we all know ur a dime a dozen on a college campus anyways
ENFP: that emotionally dead bitch who convinces everybody that theyre not because theyre so enthusiastic and tells you their whole life story the first time you meet them to cause shock and awe but also to get you lowkey emotionally attached
INFP: that sensitive bitch who wants to be a writer or an artist or something but is too obsessed with memes to get very far
ESTJ: that polysci bitch who runs for class president when everybody knows damn well you don’t do any real anything on campus and the dean regards you with as much contempt as i do
ISTJ: that awkward bitch who knows they’re not that fun so they try really hard to put themselves out there and just makes it awkward and weird for the whole party
ESTP: that loud bitch who gotta be the center of attention all the time and everybody likes for some reason
ISTP: that angry bitch whose a wannabe sociopath and always telling you how much they hate people and want to murder people for, like, literally no reason like calm down edgelord tom.
ENTJ: that problematic bitch who starts shit right at the end of class because success and proving that they know shit is the only thing that makes them feel anything anymore
INTJ: that condescending sarcastic ass bitch that rolls their eyes whenever somebody raises their hand and is probably one dumb question away from bringing a gun to school
ENTP: that annoying bitch who starts arguments in class with everybody because they think its fun or wanna prove they know useless knowledge or logic or some shit idk stanley and idc just stop arguing with the professor its psych 101 and i want to go home
INTP: that quiet bitch who spends the whole party looking around in the corner and asking their friend if they can leave yet and only talks during class to explain something semi useless and tangental to the topic at hand
INTJ: Super withdrawn, swings between gratification and wanting happiness, and unhealthy single-mindedness. Existential angst. Needs people’s support but rejects company. Bottles up issues and then it bursts out.
ENTJ: Prone to attack others, often over the very issues they’re insecure about. Becomes a workaholic and ignores feelings of deep dissatisfaction, or stops giving a crap about anything.
INFJ: Despairs of all things, just can’t see The Point of it. Goes through days mechanically, without purpose. Resists all help, considering it to be probing. Can’t get anything done.
ENFJ: Laughs a bit too loudly and smiles a bit too widely. Escapes to private places, but feels lost. Tells their problems to someone close to them, but doesn’t accept any advice.
INFP: Isolate, isolate isolate. Sees the negative in everything and can’t see others’ love/affection for them. Loses their ‘purpose’ and drive, can’t find meaning in anything. Idealizes what they can’t have. Perpetual self-pity-party.
ENFP: Super excitable, overdoes everything. Cannot focus at all, and their own emotions/reactions are out of their control. Breaks down sobbing. Unwilling to actually move forward.
ISFP: Mull around in their own feelings, hates the world around them, because it’s failed them. Spiraling moodiness, “what ifs,” “should’ve done this,” but no one will ever see that. They themselves won’t admit it.
ESFP: Unusually critical, closed-minded, and overly concerned with matters of appearance over substance. Terrible sense of logic, yet argumentative all the same. Delves into the physical world in order to escape their mental one.
ISTJ: Scattered mind, unable to think coherently. Becomes judgmental and passive-aggressive. Super pessimistic, takes on a me vs. the world mentality.
ESTJ: Intensely prickly, will take offense at anything but prefers to strike first and strike hard. If you hit a nerve, they’ll cut you out of their lives (for the time being). Tries to act happy and in control, but actually really moody.
ISFJ: Withdrawn, tries to please everyone but is really passive-aggressive about it. Takes on a martyr complex. Refuses help while throwing a pity party because “no one cares about them.”
ESFJ: Seeks control of people and surroundings, bossy and irritable. Might manipulate others into feeling bad, too. Denies that they’re the problem.
INTP: Makes a lot of jokes about how things aren’t okay, but aggressively resists anyone’s sincere attention. Turns flat and emotionless, takes compartmentalizing to an unhealthy extreme.
ENTP: Scatterbrained, cannot focus. Swings between extremes of emotions, but makes a point to show a falsely sanguine face to people. Feels like they’re crumbling from the inside.
ISTP: Compulsive and reckless. Has a “screw this” attitude and pushes away actual problems. May or may not confide in people, but too down to take any advice.
ESTP: Use bravado and ‘self-confidence’ to mask their insecurities. Get a rush from attention, whether it’s positive or negative, and thus seek it out. Obsessive mentality, particularly concerning negative outcomes.
Hi I'm new to mbti & I'm not sure whether I'm an entp or an enfp since, I don't realise when people are upset with me & I'm not great at recognising emotions yet I make a lot of decisions based on whether the outcomes would upset my friends😕 help😂
ENTP vs. ENFP: Quick Comparisons
Hmm ok none of those things necessarily indicate ENFP or ENTP. The difference is Aux Ti-Tert Fe vs. Aux Fi-Tert Te. The best way to figure it out is to read about cognitive functions, but for a quick sense of which you are ask yourself these questions:
Is it more important that you make sense of things logically (ENTP), or that things feel right to you personally (ENFP)?
Are you more interested in accuracy (ENTP) or authenticity (ENFP)?
Do you analyze first empathize second (ENTP), or introspect first implement second? (ENFP)
Do you empathize through proximity to someone, feeling their emotions just by being around them (ENTP), or empathize through introspection, intentionally putting yourself in that person’s shoes in order to understand their pain (ENFP)?
Are you more likely to withdraw to analyze (ENTP) or to introspect (ENFP)?
Are you more interested in using logic to play with (ENTP) or to standardize, categorize, and implement (ENFP)?
Which are you more interested in: understanding and dissecting a system logically (ENTP) or morally/ethically/emotionally (ENFP)?
Do you have a hidden soft, gentle side (ENTP) or a hidden blunt, cold side (ENFP)?
Are you more interested in acceptance (ENTP) or validation (ENFP)?
Are you more likely to offend someone accidentally (ENTP) or have trouble with pure objectivity, efficiency, and organization (ENFP)?
Are you more confident in your understanding systems and puzzles (ENTP) or your understanding of people (ENFP)?
Also, here’s a more comprehensive post on ENFP vs ENTP, which specifically focuses on ENFPs vs. ENTPs with well-developed Fe. Hope this helps!
ENFPs have this reputation of being sweet, funny and lovable but there are few types that are as two-faced as us. (Yes, yes we have good parts too but this post isn’t about that.) The inner self of the ENFP is drastically different from the outer self of the ENFP and we can be very bitter.
Petty: ENFPs hold grudges and no one ever notices it because we smile and we laugh and we act like that asshole that just said shit is the nicest thing that ever happened to us. We’re not the kind to be obsessed with revenge but if you forget your phone and someone else steals it away, we’ll just look the other way.
Natural back-stabbers: We’re so freaking fickle that most relationships mean very little to us so we’re not loyal to most people. Everyone thinks we’re their friend because we’re just so “nice” but, honestly, we could tell you how much we love your dress and then bitch how you have no fashion sense behind your back the next second.
Know exactly how to hurt you: We know what you’re sensitive about. We know your biggest fears (even if you have never told them to us). We know exactly how to arrange words in a sentence to destroy your self-esteem. And guess what? You hurt us, we’ll crush you. And the worst part? You’ll think we didn’t really mean to hurt you. You’ll think that we mean well. You’ll think we don’t know just how much those words we said will affect you. You’re wrong.
Very judgmental: One minute in and we have made a billion assumptions of you and wanna know a secret? None of them are good.
Can’t stand other people bettering them in uniqueness: We know our place in the social food chain. We’re the funny one, the unique one and the one that does all these unconventional adventures. How. freaking. dare. you. challenge. that?
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Posted: May 7th, 2018.
Updated: June 12th, 2018.
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