I could just imagine MC started giving Lucifer a hug after he went home or finished his work and walked out of his room.
No one actually remembers when it started, but the brothers could feel that Lucifer is more bearable when he deals with those tasks.
Lucifer felt surprised and embarrassed when MC hugged him in front of his brothers. But those twisted faces of jealousy on his brothers were too amusing to miss. Besides, how could he say no to MC when they just want to praise him and show their appreciation?
The hugs light Lucifer’s mood. After all, no one would like to feel their hard work being seen by their beloved and cherish that.
If Lucifer was struggling with some difficult documents or papers, the hug and the soothing voice from MC would comfort him. He’d bury his head in the crook of MC’s neck, and sigh in relief, while he let your scents and soft touches chase those irritations away.
“A rough day, huh? I bet you put your every heart into this one. I’m so proud of you, Lucifer!”
“Thank you for your hard work again today, I love you.”
It didn’t matter if it was night, midnight, or the next day early morning. MC insisted that Lucifer should hear those praises ASAP, so MC even asked Lucifer to call them once he finished and the time was late. Though Lucifer said it was not that urgent to be so extreme, Lucifer still felt warm and satisfied that MC put him on the top priority.
He rests his back against the wood of his bed cabinet, your sleepy hoarsed voice is his new craving. No, he craves every sound of your voice, the laugh, the yawn, the hiccup, just all so adorable and he loves those all.
If he solved those papers early or his brothers showed some mercy on him that day, then he’d text MC to come into his room. His head lays on your lap while your soft hand brushes his hair and hums some soft song, Lucifer’s arms are around your torso, and your other hand is in his large ones.
“I noticed that your photos show up with Lord Diavolo and other lords of demons, and you’re so beautiful that I can’t move my eyes from you. I fell in love with you again you know?”
“Thank you for always being there when we need you, Lucifer. Now please allow me to show my gratitude to you. Just relax, and nothing shall be worried…”
Today is slightly different, though.
There’s a near meeting Diavolo and Lucifer have with the most stubborn lord of demons, so Lucifer invites Diavolo to discuss the resolution in the House of Lamentation.
The meeting is held until midnight, but the good news is that they finally solved things.
Lucifer is escorting Diavolo to the front door, but Diavolo stops when he passes by the living room.
“Is that MC?” Lucifer peeks into the living room, and he sees a tiny little sheep curling up on the sofa.
Before he decided that if he should wake you up now or later, the prince stepped in.
Diavolo and Lucifer now kneeling one leg down to look at MC more clearly.
“They’re such a cute sheep even in their dreams, and so innocent. Don’t you think, Lucifer?”
Diavolo chuckles, his honey-golden eyes glowing.
“I think you’re right, Diavolo. And MC sleeps feeling security in the House of Lamentation is the best reward of my work.”
Maybe Lucifer is so amused that they finally make some ways to negotiate with the sneaky demon lord, his slender point finger trails MC’s face, down to their cheek and their lips.
MC groans and blinks their eyes slowly, still unsure where they are, but when they see Lucifer smiling down at them, they hold their arms up instantly.
“Lucifer~~” Lucifer leans to them and embraces his sweet lamb gently.
He could feel your hands stroking his back and you nuzzle against his chest, bury yourself into his coat.
“My Morning Star, thank you for today’s hard work. And you’re so warm, I feel safe when I am in your arms…”
Lucifer cocks his head and brushed his lips under your ear for seconds, he murmurs.
“Thank you, MC. For supporting me.”
He releases you, and he turns around to see Diavolo staring at both him and MC, looking slightly uneasy.
“Diavolo?”
The prince smiles bitterly. “ Forgive me, it’s just too hard to not feel jealous of how close you and MC are, I wish I could get the hug and the praise too. Haha!”
MC stands up slowly, walks toward Diavolo, and opens their arms again, their voice still hoarse but full of cheer.
“Lord Diavolo, some hug please…oof!” The demon prince gives MC a HUGE BEAR HUG.
“There there, we see how hard you work for the brothers, for the angels, for us, and for the whole Devildom. The peace and joy that could stay in Devildom is thanks to your hard work. And Barbatos told me that you ate the pickles in the sandwiches today, right?”
Diavolo nods in silence, his entire body is trembling. MC pats the auburn hair of the prince.
“You’ve overcome so many situations, you’re kind to everyone and that’s why we love you, my lord.”
MC kisses Diavolo’s hair and keeps whispering sweet praises to the lonely prince.
Lucifer is happy to see his friend get some praise but he feels weird about watching MC hugging Diavolo at the same time.
Still, he doesn’t say anything because he knows that Diavolo needs that right now.
After Barbaros comes to pick Diavolo up, Lucifer and MC bid good night.
A new text was sent from Diavolo.
“Do you get that from MC on often, Lucifer?”
“…Yes, they did that to help relieve my tensions. ”
“And that became the way you show each other some intimacy? How unfair!”
“I’d ask MC to praise me when the student council meeting is over from now on.”
“Do you think they would indulge me so far, Lucifer?”
“I can’t see they could say no to your puppy dog eyes, they do have a soft spot for you, Diavolo.”
“You really think so? Now it flatters me, Lucifer. Well then, it’s settled.”
Lucifer grumbles under his breath, but he chooses to accept the inconvenience situation.
After all, that sheep tames beasts with their softness, kindness, and those praises which are sweet as honey.
When Diavolo announced that the new human exchange student would come.
After hearing about the arrival of a new human exchange student, MC is looking forward to making new friends.
Whether they are regular humans, witches, or warlocks, the MCs want to maintain friendly communication with each other.
Of course, they won't force each other, they just want to help them not to be lost in the magic world as they were at the beginning.
The seven brothers have mixed emotions at the beginning on the contrary, they might look forward to new humans under the MC's influence, but after seeing the MC's reaction, they don't want the MC's attention to be completely drawn away from them.
If the new human attracts the brothers.
Asmo is probably the first one to be friendly to the new lamb. He has the ability to see the beauty inside a person and he would be the bridge between his brothers and the new student. But if the new student thought that Asmo would trust them so easily, then they were wrong. Asmo is picky and he knows only MC and his brothers would love him no matter what. Since he’s the queen of gossip, he’d know the moment if the new student dared to say some misinformation about MC. No one could hurt or slander the second most beautiful creature in the three worlds under his watch.
Levi would be the second one since he actually has the urge to meet new people. However, he would be struggling because he felt guilt for betraying MC unless MC could comfort him that it’s not betraying and he’s just gonna have a new friend not replace them for the new student. But this sensitive and shy boy would remind himself that he can’t let MC feel they’re neglected. The Lord of Shadow wouldn’t forget and neglect Henry even though he has a new friend, and so does he.
The twins might be the third ones if the new exchange student is kind enough to give Beel some delicious food or be nice to sleepy Belphie. But they won’t give their trust credits soon, the twins would show their friendly but it’s not because they trust the student or like them already. They still need more time to ensure that this human wouldn’t threaten their family. It’s hard for the twins to replace MC with the new human unless they’re Lilith, but even though the new human is Lilith herself, the twins make sure that they enjoy MC and Lilith’s company. Beel and Belphie wouldn’t waste the chances with both of their favorite humans and they believe that MC are irreplaceable.
Mammon is proud of himself that he’s MC’s first demon. He’s greedy so he would be hostile to the new student and assumed that the human is trying to steal MC’s attention. He’d love to see if other brothers have less time with MC. He’d tried to threaten the new student for money and be scolded by Lucifer. He only hangs out with the new student sometimes when they ask him nicely or for goods. He might start thinking the new human is not bad but the intimacy level wouldn’t be higher than Luke. You better believe that you and Mammon belong to each other or this sweet idiot demon would cry, MC.
Satan though would be the SECOND one to act nice to the new human, but that is just all for polite and act. It’s hard to earn his trust, even though the new human also loves cats so much, the trust wouldn’t be the same as he trusts you. Still, would try to pull the new student to join the ANTI-Lucifer League. He knows the pain and the wrath when your whole being vanishes and only exists for someone’s replacement. You’re one and only, MC. He would remind you every single day if you forget that.
As the Avatar of Pride and the eldest, Lucifer who’s the last to trust the new student is predictable. Of course, he would supervise that his siblings wouldn’t harm the new fragile student or be harmed if the new student is a witch or a powerful sorcerer. He wouldn’t tolerate some mere human toy with his brothers and try to tear his family apart. Like Mammon, he is secretly glad that if you have more time alone, you’ll spend more time with him. If you feel lonely, the door of his room is always open for you, MC. And don’t assume that he’d easily replace you for some human, you’re one of his family members and that’s decided in his heart even before he knew you’re related to Lilith. It’s what you’ve done for them and your kindness makes you a family, not just some bloodlines. And he won’t let anyone forget that, not even you.
Afab mc, chubby mc, ooc brothers and don't argue with me. No beta read and English is not my first language
Leviathan: It's all Mammon's fault.
Mammon: What the...? How could this is my fault?! I'm not the one read the story of some stranger post on Internet. So it's totally your fault, Levi!
Asmo: Could you two stop fighting pleeease?
Satan: I agree, it's no time to blame, my power is weakening, so does my wrath.
Belphie: Yeah, I don't feel drowsy as usual, I wonder why. How are you feeling, Beel?
Beel: I'm hungry, but the hunger is less than before.
Mammon: Just what story we're stucked, huh? Yo, Levi, spill all the beans.
Levi: It's a fanfiction that someone wrote about the seven lords abandoned Henry for another human. Yet it's also a demon au so the writer use ours name as the seven lords' casual name. In the fanfic, we met another human exchange student and we were fond of them. And then we forget Henry, we started to dislike him and we even abuse him with verbally or physically. Henry was so sad and heartbroken that he decided to leave the Devildom forever. The seven lords finally realized their mistakes but Henry was dead when they rush to human world.
Mammon:... Okay, totally don't know what the fuck are you talking about.
Lucifer: So what's our roles? The seven lords?
Satan: I don't think so, cause there's no reason our powers weakening if we are the seven lords.
Levi: But I don't remember there's any other characters. So I guess we're kind of break the rules in this world? Like we're the OP or the bug in this world? Just like the anime......
Belphie: Shut up, Levi.
Satan: I read this fanfic before, too. And I agree with Levi. Still, I am curious about this place where we are. The starter always hide something important to know the world and the whole event after all.
Levi:Umm...I believe this place is where Henry lives shortly after the brothers cast him out. But I can't remember its name.
Asmo: This house have a name? Just like the House of Lamentation?
Levi: Exactly!...And I think the short name of this house also is HOL! Ugh, just why can't I remember its name!!
Lucifer: Levi, if what you and Satan said is true, then I think it's natural that you can't recall this house's name. Cross his arms.
Levi: Eh?
Satan: Nods Well, It's normally if the name of this house is one of the important clue in this story, so you could only remember that when the story near end right?
Levi: Sob Th- thank you, you two...
Belphie: I don't get much you three said, but if we the the characters that didn't exist in the original story, then what's the purpose of we were stucked in here?
Mammon:...Oi! Is that...MC?
All the brothers turn to the place where Mammon points at. There you are, sitting outside the house, alone and stareing down at your phone, you're trembling.
Asmo: Eh? Why are they sitting alone in the street? It's dangerous for a human!
Asmo is ready to walk toward you but Lucifer grabs his collar.
Asmo: Lucifer!!
Lucifer: We could keep an eye on them from here, but how could you explain to them who we are if you just ran into them?
Asmo: *pout*
Satan: Then, we could use some fake name as the casual name we use in this world.
Lucifer: You mean like in the human world, SULLY?
Satan: *grit his teeth* I swear to Diavolo, if you call me that stupid name again...
Lucifer: *smirk*
Levi: Meh, here we go again.
Mammon: They are just like cat and dog, aren't they? Still, we should think some names so we could meet MC ASAP, stop being foolish.
This sorcerer would post picture of you two in the station to the Devilgram and said:
"Trip with my best apprentice, hot spring is waiting for us. AND THEY INVITED ME FIRST!"
Yep, he'd rub this post to the brothers' faces.
You booked a room for you two, which has the private hot spring at the balcony, you could enjoy the view of the Devildom and the hot spring at the same time.
It's okay if you want to in thee hot spring first or after Solomon. Though he'd be sad a little bit.
But if you refuse his invitation cause you're insecure about your body, he'd agree to let you cover yourself with swimsuit or towel.
He'll ask for your permission to touch you, always cling to you. When you say yes, his long and slender fingers traced your curves softly.
Chuckles when you squirming unter his touches BUT DON'T THINK HE'D STOP IT.
"Look at me, MC."
Solomon whispers your name, his eyes shining.
"Beautiful and delicate, soft and smooth. That's all you what I like, what I adore and love. YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIDE YOURSELF FROM ME, MC."
I am not kidding, you have to stop him and yourslef or he'd kiss and try to leave some hickies on your skin, you'd might make out in the hot spring.
If you feel comfortable to let him see your body, he'd stare at you shamelessly and throw out more praises on you.
Try to sit in his lap, MC. You could get a blushing Solomon and feel something is poking your butt under the water. ;) his arms around your waist while he rests his head on your shoulder.
No doubt if this man kneading with your love handles and saddlebags.
He's mitten with your thighs, MC.
Hugs him after the hot spring. Solomon would hold you tight enough like a little boy holding his favorite teddy bear.
Buried his head in your chests when you two fell asleep, tangled your legs and he declares that is the best sleep night in his life.
Of course he'd bragging about that trip with the brothers. Just let him be, MC. This man seldom have this chance with you.
Summary: Barbara invites you to dinner with the Bats. She's done so before, and you've always declined, but this time, you agree because the Bat you've had a crush on for ages will be there. Little do you know, the only reason he's staying for dinner is because of you.
Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings/tags: batfam shenanigans, dick is a good meddling brother and deserves a fruit basket, fluff and humor, kissing, crushes, love confessions. just wanted to write something sweet and light :)
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"So you're gonna press this," Barbara says, demonstrating on her own screen.
You follow along, clicking and typing. She nods.
"Good. Then you're gonna do this."
You open the file. A video of what looks to be Bruce drunkenly hula-hooping pops up. Your eyes widen.
"And that's how you keep Bruce in check," Barbara says, patting your shoulder. "Use sparingly. Only when he's getting on your last nerve."
"Wow," you say. "Babs, I... I don't know if I should have this kind of power."
"No, it's cool. I have dirt on everyone in this family, so really, it's my power. You're the only one who gets to see the vault."
You look at her. "You scare me."
She grins. "Thanks! Anyway, you're free to go. They'll be back from the mission soon, so our job is pretty much over."
The computer beeps. She checks the notification and types back. Then she hums.
"Or, you can, y'know, join us for dinner. Alfred keeps wondering when you'll do so."
You press your lips together. "I dunno, Babs... are you sure? I don't want to intrude."
"You're not. Seriously. And you know what I just found out? Jason will be here too."
Well. That does certainly stop your refusal in its tracks. You haven't seen Jason properly since he returned. You feel a pang of guilt at that; true, he's never at the Manor, at least not when you're around. But you could've reached out by now.
Still, being able to see him again properly is a wonderful opportunity. One you can't pass up.
"Okay," you say. "I'll join you all. As long as Alfred's okay with it."
She rolls her eyes, smiles. "Don't be ridiculous. C'mon."
You follow her to the elevator Bruce got installed for her. In the Manor, most of the family are sitting down to dinner. Damian and Cass are on one side of the table. Bruce is at the head. Alfred is still bustling in the kitchen.
You start to pull out the chair next to Cass, but Barbara startles you.
"I've no idea what you're referring to, Gordon," says Damian. He nods at you. "Hello."
You smile. "Hey, Damian. That's fine. I'll sit next to you, Babs." You sit in the middle of three chairs, with Barbara on your right and an empty chair on your left.
"Hi, Cass. Hello, Mr. Wayne."
"Bruce," he reminds you. That's not happening. It feels way too weird to call him Bruce, even though you've known him since Jason was Robin. Just, no.
Cass smiles. "Hello. Glad to have you."
"Where's Tim and Duke?" you ask.
"Thomas is at university. Drake is probably with that idiot clone he calls a boyfriend."
Bruce looks up. "Tim and Connor are dating?"
"Good God," Barbara mumbles.
"Well, yes, Father. They've been dating for quite some time, even shared a room together. Last month, Drake went undercover in Atlantic City and the clone—"
"Old man! Where are you?"
"Jason, just—"
"Shut it, Dickhead."
The grandfather clock swings open, revealing the Cave entrance. Up stomps Jason, followed by Dick. Jason has a smear of purple goo on his forehead, but otherwise is clean. His back is to you.
Jason points an accusing gloved finger at Bruce. "You owe me a new bike, new guns, new gear, new phone, new—"
"Jason, slow down. Why exactly do I owe you new things?" Bruce asks.
"Because Tweedle-Dum here didn't scan the fuckin' spaceship that landed in Syracuse and melted my bike with purple goo!"
"It said it was empty," Dick says tiredly. "How was I supposed to know an abandoned ship would spit goo?"
"Okay, alright, boys, don't fight. Yes, Jason, I'll compensate everything you lost in Syracuse."
"Yeah, you will. And a new fridge." Jason thinks. "And a new TV."
"Master Jason," Alfred begins, walking into the dining room with a dish of roasted potatoes. "You may continue your bargaining with Master Bruce after dinner. Wipe that alien sludge off your face and have a seat."
Jason sighs. "Alf, I appreciate the invite, but you know I don't dine with most of the folks at this table. Gets real fuckin' crowded."
"Master Jason, watch your language," Alfred says sternly. "We have a guest. Behave like the young man I raised you to be."
Jason scoffs. "Who, Barbie? She doesn't—" He turns and stops, staring at you.
You smile, suddenly self-conscious. "Hi."
He swallows, eyes wide. "Hi. Hey."
"Aren't you staying for dinner?" you ask, confused. "Barbara said you were."
"I—" He glances at Barbara, then looks at you. "Uh. Well. I don't really..."
"C'mon, Jay, you guys should catch up!" Dick says brightly, already seated.
Jason's mouth sours as he turns to Dick. You pull out the chair next to you and tap the seat.
"You can sit next to me," you say, looking up at Jason.
He immediately turns back to you, lips parted. "Oh. I—y-yeah. Sure. Thanks."
"Master Jason. The goo," Alfred reminds, raising a brow. "And hang up your jacket."
Jason quickly backs up and bumps into the table corner. He winces.
"Right. I'm gonna... yeah. Be right back."
Jason disappears down the hall. Dick grins wolfishly at Barbara.
"You're amazing," he says.
"I know," she says, shrugging.
Alfred serves the last tray of vegetables, then sits. Jason soon returns, gloves and jacket away and goo-free.
"Did you style your hair, Todd?" Damian asks.
"No. Shut it." Jason scoots in his chair, glaring at his brother. But when you pass him the tray of roast, his expression softens. He smiles at you.
"Thanks," he says, and puts three slices on his plate. "Great roast, Alf."
"You haven't tried it," Alfred says, but looks very pleased.
"Don't need to."
"We're very glad you're here, Jason," Bruce says. "All things considered—"
Jason holds up a hand. "Ah-ah. I'm not here for you, old man. Save the speech for another day."
"And who are you here for, Jason?" Dick asks, propping his chin on his hands.
"None of your beeswax, Dick."
Dick shrugs. Damian begins to talk about an art project in school. You pay the appropriate amount of attention until Jason nudges your arm.
"Hey," he says, nodding at your empty glass. "Didja get something to drink?"
"Oh." Heat creeps up your neck. "Um, no. Sorry. I didn't know where to get the drinks."
"'S okay. Alf doesn't put out drinks anymore 'cause everybody drinks something different. You just help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. I'll get it for ya."
"Jason, you don't have to—"
He holds up a hand, smiling. "C'mon, none of that. You're a guest. Orange Fanta, right?"
You blink. "You remembered."
"Uh." His cheeks go pink. "I mean, yeah. No biggie. I'll be back."
Jason stands. Immediately, the others pounce.
"Are you going to the kitchen?" Dick asks.
"No," Jason says.
"Can you get me another Diet Coke?"
"Todd, if you're going to the kitchen, I would like another lemonade, please," Damian says.
"I just said I'm not going to the—"
"Master Jason, will you please bring this into the kitchen?" Alfred asks, holding up an empty tray.
Jason heaves a sigh. You wince.
"Sorry," you whisper.
He shakes his head and winks. "Nah, 's not you."
Obediently, Jason takes the tray and goes to the kitchen. He returns with a Diet Coke, which he tosses at Dick, who catches it with one hand, and a bottle of lemonade, which he throws to Damian who also catches it with one hand and a scowl. Finally, Jason opens the Orange Fanta for you and gently pours it into your glass, then sets the half-full can next to your plate. He sits down.
"Of course they get special treatment," Dick mumbles into his drink.
The table rattles, and Dick winces, squinting at Jason. The table rattles again, and Jason hisses.
"Boys," Bruce says wearily. "Enough."
"Yeah, Jason," Dick says, sticking his nose up. "Y'know it's my birthday soon. I deserve a brother who doesn't kick me."
"Oh, I'll tell ya what you deserve," Jason begins.
"Are we doing laser tag?" Cass pipes up from the end.
"'Course we are! Everybody's gonna be there." Dick looks pointedly at Jason. "Except my own brother. He refused."
You look at Jason, who's got a nasty glower aimed at Dick.
"You're not coming?" you ask.
Jason's expression melts away when he turns to you. "Uh, I mean—"
"No, he's not," Dick says, pulling the saddest pout you've ever seen. "He said he wanted nothing to do with my stupid birthday."
"Those weren't my exact words."
"They were very close," Damian says.
"Shut—"
"Jason, I can't believe you aren't going to Dick's birthday," Barbara says, shaking her head.
Jason's mouth falls open. "Et tu, Barbie?"
"You should come," you say, touching Jason's arm.
He immediately looks at your hand. You slowly remove it, smiling sheepishly.
"Then we can be a team," you say. "We're playing doubles. I'm horrendously bad at laser tag, but I bet we'd win together. I'd watch your six."
"Leaving them in the lurch, Jason?" Barbara tuts. "So unlike you."
Jason heaves a sigh. "For God—okay. Alright, brother mine. You win."
You beam. "So you'll come?"
"'Long as you and I are a team," Jason says, a little shy.
You bump his shoulder with yours. "Of course."
Dick looks at you. "You should join us for dinner every night."
You laugh bashfully. "Thanks, Dick."
Dinner goes on. Bruce excuses himself early, as do Cass and Damian. Soon, it's the four of you plus Alfred cleaning up after dinner. You and Jason are loading the dishwasher when Jason hisses. He pulls out his hand, revealing a thin red cut on his palm.
"Are you okay?" you ask, hovering worriedly.
"Yeah, 'm fine. I'll take the tray—"
"Jason, no," Dick says, herding him away from the dishwasher. "You have to get that wrapped immediately."
"What are you—dude, it's a tiny cut—"
"Yeah, but there was food on there, and you have no idea what can get into the wound and make you sick," Barbara says seriously. "You need to get it cleaned right now."
Jason rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever. There's a first aid kit in the closet."
"There isn't!" Dick says, shooing Jason toward you. "Alfred hasn't restocked it. You have to go to the Cave. You should both go."
"Yes, great idea," Barbara says, looking at you. "You have medical experience, don't you?"
"I mean, a little, but—"
"More than us!" Dick says, shoving you both towards the hallway.
"I don't think so..."
"You take care of Jaybird here, he needs that hand," Dick says cheerily, opening the Cave entrance. "Go on, go."
"Christ on a bike," Jason mumbles, and heads down the stairs.
You follow, confused and concerned. The entrance slides closed. Jason goes to the medbay, muttering under his breath as he digs through one of the drawers with one hand. You join him, searching the top drawer for the antiseptic spray.
"Is the cut really bad?" you ask, trying to get a better look.
"No. My brother's just an idiot. Nothin' new."
You pull out the spray, some gauze, and a bandaid. Jason nods in thanks and goes to take it.
"I can do it," you say. "I do have medical experience, after all."
He snorts. "Fine by me."
You both sit on the edge of a cot. You turn to Jason and pull his hand into your lap. He inhales sharply. You stop.
"Is this okay?" you ask.
"Y-yeah. Fine. Sorry. I don't get touched a lot." Jason's mouth screws up. "Ugh. That sounded weird."
You laugh. "It's fine, I know what you meant."
He scratches the back of his neck while you clean his hand. He has big hands. Bigger than you remember. They're deeply scarred and calloused. You rub your thumbs over the pads of his fingers without thinking.
"You got soft hands," Jason says quietly.
"Heh. Thanks. The computer life."
He hums. "I didn't know you were working with Babs."
The guilt swims back full force.
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've reached out, Jason. I-I basically ignored you. Not on purpose! I just... I guess I wasn't sure where we stood and I thought maybe you'd be mad I was working for Batman after everything and I was afraid that we wouldn't—"
"Hey, whoa. 'M not mad." Jason finds your gaze. You frown. "I'm serious. I don't mind that you're working for Bruce. I mean, hell, I do too, on occasion. Mostly I just bitch at him."
You giggle. He smiles. You're still holding his hand. You don't really want to let go. Jason doesn't seem to want to pull away either.
"Well, even so, I'm sorry for not reaching out. I did miss you, Jason. And I'm glad you're back."
He clears his throat, ducking his head. "Huh. Well, I missed you too. And y'got nothin' to apologize for. I could've asked about you."
"Well—"
"Uh-uh, no, I'm the king of self-deprication. Y'can't take that from me," Jason says, eyes dancing with mirth.
You sigh dramatically. "Fine, fine. Can we say that we both could've reached out?"
"That's agreeable. And, uh, while we're clearing the air, I'm so terribly sorry 'bout my dumbass brother."
You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"
"Ah, huh. Hm. Well, funny thing. I kinda had a, um, crush on you, before. And Dick has it in his head that I... that I have a chance now. So... yeah."
"Before?" you ask.
You don't know why you're disappointed. It's not like you knew. Except maybe if you had, you wouldn't have missed out. Maybe you wouldn't have lost so much time.
Jason glances at you. "What... why are you sayin' it like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you wish... that I..." He shakes his head. "Forget it."
"Jason," you say, barely a whisper.
He looks at you. His eyes flick to your lips, just for a millisecond. "Yeah?"
"Can I kiss you?"
A beat. Your heart falls.
"Yeah." Jason nods. "Yeah, kiss me."
You heart soars.
You hold Jason's face, still holding his hand. He gingerly touches your neck with his uninjured hand, strokes behind your ear with his thumb. Every nerve alights. You're kissing Jason Todd. The boy you've loved since you were thirteen.
"They did it! They're kissing!"
Jason growls against your mouth. You know it's not aimed at you, but it makes lightning shoot down your spine. Wow.
"'M gonna kill 'im," Jason mumbles.
You smile and pull back, just an inch. "It's nearly his birthday. At least wait till next week."
"Hm." Jason kisses the corner of your mouth. You like him so much. "Fine. Y'know you can convince me of pretty much anything? Wield that power carefully."
You wrap your arms around his neck. Jason braces you with a hand on the small of your back.
"I'm very flattered, but I think you're confused, Jay." A kiss to his jaw. "It's you who has a hold on me."
can i request MC randomly staring at them, and when questioned abt it, MC responds with something similar to “sorry you’re just so pretty” or maybe “do you know how pretty you are?”, or anything else like that with satan, solomon, barbatos, and lucifer?
side note completely unrelated to the headcanon: if i was sent to hell to hang out with the most beautiful men in existence, i don’t think i would be able to stop staring. you know? and i think they need some more compliments and praise. luci, that poor old man working and trying to keep the boys out of trouble 24/7. i don’t think i even need to explain mr. barbs, bro lives, eats, and breathes his job. AND BOTH OF THEM STILL LOOK BEAUTIFUL DOING IT. my excuse for adding solomon and satan is just that they’re pretty and they need to know it. i am just yapping at this point but if i was MC i would probably start with mammon and levi. it has probably been centuries since mammon has heard anything positive said about him and levi is just literally the epitome of insecurity. OOH and maybe even prioritize asmo while we’re at it, someone has got to tell him that his looks are not his only lovable trait 😭😭idk, am i allowed to ask for your opinions on silly questions outside of the headcanon request?
hello!! it's totally fine to ask my opinion on non-headcanons requests <3 it's so fun just getting to rave about things like that and it's always great to get the creative juices flowing haha. if you and other readers ever want to do this, feel so free!! i'd love to chat with you guys about the reason we are all gathered here today haha
you are so right anon. you are so incredibly based because omgod what the hell how are you all Adonis????? if I got teleported suddenly to the Devildom like that, I think I might pass out because hello??? I don’t think I’ve ever been in a room with so many gorgeous people? how are they so effortlessly attractive 😭 all of them need positive reinforcement and i think we would all jump at the chance to be their cheerleaders haha. knowing me, I would try to call them pretty and stumble over ever single word in the process, but it’s the thought that counts, right?
cute request btw!!
enjoy <3
Mc calls Lucifer, Satan, Barbatos and Solomon pretty
Lucifer
he was probably working but you somehow managed to get him to take a rare break
you’d brewed him his favorite; hell coffee. the smell plus youe big puppy dog eyes did the trick
he kind of expected you to want to chat, but to his surprise, the two of you sat mostly in silence
when he asked what the matter was, since you loved to talk during his breaks, the last thing he expected was for you to call him pretty
he blinks a couple times and stares at you back
he couldn’t get many words out, but he did manage to say thank you
as he sips his oh so bitter coffee, he couldn’t help but smile and wonder how he got so lucky
Satan
he probably acted like he expected it and responded smoothly while behind that put together, suave expression was a overthinking mess haha
the cafe you were at was busy, so the two of you were patiently waiting for your drinks
he was telling you all about the book he’d finished reading this morning, but you weren’t engaging with him like you usually do, so he asked if something was wrong
when you told him you were distracted by how pretty he was and how his excitement only made him even more attractive, he knew the perfect counter
despite that well timed and ready compliment back, he still found himself thinking about and getting bashful over your words
thankfully for him, your drinks finally arrived and the conversation took a different turn
but he won’t stop thinking about what you said
Barbatos
he doesn't notice you spacing out at first
he's in the middle of cooking dinner, and is currently refusing to let you help because you're his guest
in the middle of multitasking, he finally notices your eyes on him
he didn't stop working but he called out to you, asking if something was wrong
after you told him you were just admiring his beauty, he thinks about your words but continues to work
your words and unfaltering gaze actually managed to fluster him
congratulations :) you’ve done the impossible
Solomon
he thinks you’re joking at first actually
being silly and poking fun playfully is just so very him and he was probably in the middle of doing just so
maybe the two of you were attempting to do some homework or just lounging around together
you said that he was pretty so suddenly that he didn’t really register what you’d said so when he treats it as a joke, you repeat yourself
now you’ve got his attention and he makes you repeat it one final time
he calls you a cutie, or something along those lines and continues his fun banter, but you notice his lingering, adorable grin
it’s moments like this that make you realize you should tell him just how pretty everything about him was
First thing first, confused and excited and terrified when they found themselves in the new place.
Like bro WTF am I dreaming?
Does those manga or anima things are REAL!!?
Why am I here?
Do I forget something? I must forget something cause why am I here??
Where am I?
Too many questions means panic inside and overwhelmed.
Diavolo show up, MC only nod and answered with "uh huh" to agreement to everything this prince said.
MC thinks Diavolo is a dom prince with too many chaos optimistic.
MC decided to just admire him in a safe distance.
Meet the brother
Realize Lucifer is the single parent vibe and bear responsible, little sad for that part.
Asmo would be the one MC can't hold it. Too passion, too close, and too narcissist.
Satan is a gentleman but the experience of reading ACG tells MC that Satan is dangerous.
Beelzebub? Always want to eat? RELATED and make sense.
Mammon and Leviathan? Mammon is cool just like those Korean male character who has the bad attitude but actually soft and tsundare.
Levi is another introvert but, the introvert can't be close too soon or they'd flee.
And where's the seventh brother???
Meet the datebles
Knowing Diavolo after the times, fanon that he's a golden retriever vibe with always want to get Lucifer's attention. Shares a complicated bound with the morning star and MC kind of shipping them secretly ;)
Barbatos, a perfect butler with the best food. Literally the most mysterious, but MC wouldn't push their luck since they still want to enjoy his tea and food sometimes.
Solomon, bro another mysterious guy. Not too close but know they could try to get his help if things go wrong.
Simeon, a warm but a closed angel. Might bear some secrets, but hey his lap is comfort and his food is good. Somehow MC thinks he's the secret yandare type just like Diavolo???
Luke, a baby boy with a clear mind, or too clear. He really need to shut his mouth or he would be eaten or punched one day.
But he's the first to care about MC so MC has the biggest soft spot for this little angel.
Literally it's doesn't matter they're human form or sheep form
I just love them
Honestly I still mad at Belphegor 😤😤 How dare he hurt my baby lamb TWICE
They devote themselves to be the therapist and babysitter and that's what they received return??
Unbelievable
Unforgivable
And Lucifer 👀👀
I do think the NB Lucifer doesn't love my MC, he just treat us like "Ahh my brothers love them and I want to be part of this."
The same reason for Diavolo in OG (I love Diavolo but I doubt he'd just fall in love with us in S3, I mean why??? He sounds more like he feels he's casted aside so he want to get the brothers, especially Lucifer's attention yk)
I could just imagine MC started giving Lucifer a hug after he went home or finished his work and walked out of his room.
No one actually remembers when it started, but the brothers could feel that Lucifer is more bearable when he deals with those tasks.
Lucifer felt surprised and embarrassed when MC hugged him in front of his brothers. But those twisted faces of jealousy on his brothers were too amusing to miss. Besides, how could he say no to MC when they just want to praise him and show their appreciation?
The hugs light Lucifer’s mood. After all, no one would like to feel their hard work being seen by their beloved and cherish that.
If Lucifer was struggling with some difficult documents or papers, the hug and the soothing voice from MC would comfort him. He’d bury his head in the crook of MC’s neck, and sigh in relief, while he let your scents and soft touches chase those irritations away.
“A rough day, huh? I bet you put your every heart into this one. I’m so proud of you, Lucifer!”
“Thank you for your hard work again today, I love you.”
It didn’t matter if it was night, midnight, or the next day early morning. MC insisted that Lucifer should hear those praises ASAP, so MC even asked Lucifer to call them once he finished and the time was late. Though Lucifer said it was not that urgent to be so extreme, Lucifer still felt warm and satisfied that MC put him on the top priority.
He rests his back against the wood of his bed cabinet, your sleepy hoarsed voice is his new craving. No, he craves every sound of your voice, the laugh, the yawn, the hiccup, just all so adorable and he loves those all.
If he solved those papers early or his brothers showed some mercy on him that day, then he’d text MC to come into his room. His head lays on your lap while your soft hand brushes his hair and hums some soft song, Lucifer’s arms are around your torso, and your other hand is in his large ones.
“I noticed that your photos show up with Lord Diavolo and other lords of demons, and you’re so beautiful that I can’t move my eyes from you. I fell in love with you again you know?”
“Thank you for always being there when we need you, Lucifer. Now please allow me to show my gratitude to you. Just relax, and nothing shall be worried…”
Today is slightly different, though.
There’s a near meeting Diavolo and Lucifer have with the most stubborn lord of demons, so Lucifer invites Diavolo to discuss the resolution in the House of Lamentation.
The meeting is held until midnight, but the good news is that they finally solved things.
Lucifer is escorting Diavolo to the front door, but Diavolo stops when he passes by the living room.
“Is that MC?” Lucifer peeks into the living room, and he sees a tiny little sheep curling up on the sofa.
Before he decided that if he should wake you up now or later, the prince stepped in.
Diavolo and Lucifer now kneeling one leg down to look at MC more clearly.
“They’re such a cute sheep even in their dreams, and so innocent. Don’t you think, Lucifer?”
Diavolo chuckles, his honey-golden eyes glowing.
“I think you’re right, Diavolo. And MC sleeps feeling security in the House of Lamentation is the best reward of my work.”
Maybe Lucifer is so amused that they finally make some ways to negotiate with the sneaky demon lord, his slender point finger trails MC’s face, down to their cheek and their lips.
MC groans and blinks their eyes slowly, still unsure where they are, but when they see Lucifer smiling down at them, they hold their arms up instantly.
“Lucifer~~” Lucifer leans to them and embraces his sweet lamb gently.
He could feel your hands stroking his back and you nuzzle against his chest, bury yourself into his coat.
“My Morning Star, thank you for today’s hard work. And you’re so warm, I feel safe when I am in your arms…”
Lucifer cocks his head and brushed his lips under your ear for seconds, he murmurs.
“Thank you, MC. For supporting me.”
He releases you, and he turns around to see Diavolo staring at both him and MC, looking slightly uneasy.
“Diavolo?”
The prince smiles bitterly. “ Forgive me, it’s just too hard to not feel jealous of how close you and MC are, I wish I could get the hug and the praise too. Haha!”
MC stands up slowly, walks toward Diavolo, and opens their arms again, their voice still hoarse but full of cheer.
“Lord Diavolo, some hug please…oof!” The demon prince gives MC a HUGE BEAR HUG.
“There there, we see how hard you work for the brothers, for the angels, for us, and for the whole Devildom. The peace and joy that could stay in Devildom is thanks to your hard work. And Barbatos told me that you ate the pickles in the sandwiches today, right?”
Diavolo nods in silence, his entire body is trembling. MC pats the auburn hair of the prince.
“You’ve overcome so many situations, you’re kind to everyone and that’s why we love you, my lord.”
MC kisses Diavolo’s hair and keeps whispering sweet praises to the lonely prince.
Lucifer is happy to see his friend get some praise but he feels weird about watching MC hugging Diavolo at the same time.
Still, he doesn’t say anything because he knows that Diavolo needs that right now.
After Barbaros comes to pick Diavolo up, Lucifer and MC bid good night.
A new text was sent from Diavolo.
“Do you get that from MC on often, Lucifer?”
“…Yes, they did that to help relieve my tensions. ”
“And that became the way you show each other some intimacy? How unfair!”
“I’d ask MC to praise me when the student council meeting is over from now on.”
“Do you think they would indulge me so far, Lucifer?”
“I can’t see they could say no to your puppy dog eyes, they do have a soft spot for you, Diavolo.”
“You really think so? Now it flatters me, Lucifer. Well then, it’s settled.”
Lucifer grumbles under his breath, but he chooses to accept the inconvenience situation.
After all, that sheep tames beasts with their softness, kindness, and those praises which are sweet as honey.
dreaming of you… when even his slumbering moments are filled with the thought of you
never did he thinks a human who was only supposed to stay for a year would worm their way into his heart and minds so much so that even when he's asleep, all he can think of is you. what is he dreaming about?
Lucifer
a perfect world where the two of you can live happily ever after, in the home you've told him you love. neither of you have responsibilities, it's just the both of you, together and happy.
Mammon
you might think it would be some grand casino, but actually no. he often finds himself dreaming about your late night runs to the convivence store together and picking up more snacks that the two of you can carry. afterwards, you go back to one of your rooms and eat while giggling together. what he wouldn't give to have that happen every night
Levi
honestly, he can't think of anything better of a day at a convention where everyone thinks he's cool and has a great cosplay. you're matching with him and the two of you get to do everything you want, and everything goes your way. At the end of the day, he's able to see that smile he loves so much from you
Satan
a cat cafe complete with all of his favorite books and lots of cute cats! but of course, you're there and the two of you are able to sit in a pile of soft blankets with cats. even if you're allergic, you're able to befriend them just fine in this world :)
Asmo
while a closet full of every accessory and clothing item he could ever imagine sounds nice, he actually dreams about just spending time relaxing in bed with you. a movie or something like that might be playing in the background but the only thing he can focus on is you
Beel
honestly, to him, a simple picnic with you sounds perfect. ideally by a lake and lots of trees so once you're done eating, you can sit together under a tree while cuddling <3
Belphie
somewhere that's the ideal napping spot with no distractions that the both of you can enjoy. the sky is always filled with your favorite constellations and the two do you can just lay there forever with no worries of responsibilities
Imagine that Solomon doesn't like to show his body. In all his outfits (except “arabian clothes”) he is always covered practically up to his neck.
So from that thought, I have the headcanon that Solomon's body is full of marks (I think it's something practically consensual in the fandom xd), not only from pacts with demons, but scars of wounds, marks of magical healing, remains of curses, patterns of ancient rituals done on his own body, traces of his not-aging, and other remains of experiments on his own flesh, because we already know that Solomon had a turbulent life after and before meeting Barbatos. And those marks were another stigma for the other humans, so he started to hide them. He used to cover them up with magic, but there came a time when that was a waste of energy and he stopped doing that.
So imagine now, during Mc and Solomon's living together on the same roof during nightbringer. The sorcerer is comfortable, and he is in the residence where he stayed so many times in the past, so when he leaves his bedroom he forgets to change, coming out in a tank top and shorts, he finds Mc drinking coffee and looking at him with eyes like saucers. When the magician notices, he gets nervous, many people have rejected him because of those marks. But Mc had nothing else to say but:
Mc: *looking him up and down* Nice~
Solomon: *nervous* I can ex- What?
Mc: Your body, your skin, is nice *caressing one of his tattoos* so much history.
Solomon: *blushing* Oh…
Mc: *smiling mischievously* The rest isn't bad either…
Solomon: *redder than a tomato* Mc!!!
Now the sorcerer thinks about changing his closet every time he passes a store.
This is the third part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.
Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie
Diavolo | Barbatos | Solomon | Simeon | Luke
✨My Masterlist✨
Warnings: Cursing
Pairing: Leviathan x GN!MC
Words: 1201
“Damn it!” Levi curses. He’s been stuck at the same part of his new game for over an hour. He’s lost track of how many times he’s tried it. He takes a deep breath before trying again, only to die within a few seconds. He groans and drops his controller on the floor, resisting the urge to stand on the desk and scream at the top of his lungs.
If it weren’t for Lucifer’s threat to confiscate his gaming computer, he probably would. He takes his headphones off and slams them on the desk, a way to release some frustration. Then he realizes that they’d done nothing wrong and that breaking them will not help.
He sighs when he realizes he’s feeling empathy for a pair of headphones. Then a gentle rap at the door startles him.
“Password,” he says, knowing that it’s you. You had told him you’d be by after you finished your study session with Satan.
“Let me in, Levi,” you reply. He rolls his eyes. Why does he bother coming up with passwords if you won’t use them? Stupid normie.
Nevertheless, he opens the door before returning to his chair. As you go to join him, you nearly step on his controller.
“Oops, I almost killed this,” you say as you hold it out to him.
“Might as well,” Leviathan grumbles. He takes it and you sit down.
“So… you wanna play DevilKart?” you ask, already grabbing your controller from the desk.
He gestures to the screen, “actually, I’m kinda in the middle of something right now.”
“Oh.” Levi notices the disappointment in your tone and starts to change his mind. “I don’t mind watching till you beat it.”
“Cool.” He says, selecting ‘retry.’
“Is that Azeroth? I’ve heard he’s the worst boss in the game,” you ask, just before the enemy strikes down Levi’s character.
He huffs, “yep.”
“Try again,” you say. He does. In fact, he makes dozens and dozens of attempts. Levi doesn’t notice it getting late. He can only focus on this stupid fucking boss with his stupid fucking rejuvenation powers. How is he supposed to beat someone that gets his full health restored every time he lands an attack on Levi’s character?
It’s not fair!
You try to help, both with encouragement and advice. You even try it yourself a few times. But it’s beyond annoying and you simply don’t have the patience. While Levi is the type to try over and over until it’s done, you’re content with losing three times.
You’ve got the cutscene memorized, it’s annoying as hell. You never want to hear the word ‘vanquished’ ever again. Not that it comes up a lot in real life, but still.
You’re getting pretty tired, but you said you’d watch. So… you sit there, waiting desperately for Azeroth to meet his end. You start to yawn, covering your mouth with your hand. The screen flashes. “VANQUISHED,” announces the game. You grit your teeth, that fucking word. Levi groans.
“Maybe you could put it down for a bit and try again later? Or we could look up a walkthrough?” you suggest, yawning again.
“Mmhmm,” he hums. You can tell he’s in hyperfocus mode. You grab a plushie off the shelf and start to fiddle with its clothing. Straightening out its collar and fluffing up the skirt. Eventually, you hold it in your lap like a teddy bear and sink back into your chair.
Your eyes start to close against your will, but Levi doesn’t notice. Within minutes, you’re sound asleep. The stream of constant curses and the sound effects from the game aren’t loud enough to wake you.
Finally, finally, he pulls it off. His character stands triumphantly over the foe and Levi leaps out of his chair and cheers.
“MC! MC, did you see that? It was amazing! I’m so glad I recorded this, I’m gonna post it on—” he pauses for a second when he realizes you aren’t cheering. Then his brows scrunch as he takes in your sleeping form, “MC?”
He rubs at his tired eyes before glancing at the clock, 3:21. Holy fuck. How long had he been working at this? Over… four hours. You’d been keeping him company since midnight.
When had you fallen asleep? He can’t recall. He starts to poke you awake, so you can sing his praises, as you always do when he does something awesome. But, before his finger touches your arm, his gaze falls on your sleeping face.
A blush creeps across his cheeks. Stupid kawaii human, drooling on one of his limited edition plushies. He grimaces, but decides he doesn’t mind too much. It’s not one of his favorites anyway.
Finished with the game for now, he turns it off. Then stands there for a few moments, unsure whether he should wake you. As he’s trying to decide, you move in your sleep, leaning a bit too far back. His eyes widen as your chair starts to topple over.
Before it can dump you to the floor, he grabs it by the top of the backrest, pulling it forward. Once it’s steady, he realizes you’re now awake. And staring up at him, confused.
“Y- your chair started to fall so I caught it,” he blurts out.
“Oh thanks,” you start, a blush on your face. He quickly backs away.
“I… I beat Azeroth,” Levi says, changing the subject.
“Really? That’s awesome! Good job!”
“Yeah, uh, you wanna see how I did it?” he asks.
“Hell yeah!” you answer excitedly. But when he turns to find the recording, you take the opportunity to yawn. After you see his recorded victory twice, you start to share your thoughts, “it was really smart of you to use those two moves together! And the poison attack while he was restoring his health! I didn’t think of that!”
He beams at your praise. And you start to stand, legs wobbly from sitting so long. You place Ruri-chan back on the shelf carefully and turn towards him.
“I’m gonna head to bed now, before I break my neck falling out of the chair.” You laugh.
He nods, “see you tomorrow?”
“Of course,” you start, then you narrow your eyes, “but we’re playing DevilKart.”
“I promise. I’m… sorry I got so caught up in that,” Levi apologizes.
You smile. “It’s okay. I think it’s sweet how focused you get,” you say, patting his arm. “Goodnight.”
And with that, you exit, leaving him alone in the dark, clutching the arm you’d just touched.The blush on his face is brighter than the light from the monitor behind him.
“Sweet?” he says aloud. You think he’s sweet? This is like that one manga he read, ‘I kept my friend up all night playing video games and they confessed their love for me.’
He flops back in his chair, staring at your empty one. Is that actually how you felt about him? His arm is still tingly. Holy shit, how does he feel about you?
(The next evening, he keeps his promise. And because he can’t focus, you win every single race. Which annoys him, but when you smile, he feels his face heat and subconsciously touches his arm.)
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