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Snippets: Headcanons, short dialogue exchanges between the characters, and any quick random idea/thoughts that come to mind. (These will be the majority of my posts.)
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Short Story - Under the Mistletoe with MC (Unused Intro)
Characters: MC, the demon brothers, and the side characters
Word Count: ~1.1k
Warnings: None, just the usual brothers and co. silliness
Notes: This was the original intro for the "Under the Mistletoe with MC" snippet I wrote back in 2021. Initially, I planned to make that snippet into a series of stories during December leading up to Christmas, with each story being one character (minus Luke) that MC chose to kiss under the mistletoe. Unfortunately, I bit off more than I could chew, haha. Not having enough time to write so many stories, I had to settle with a snippet format, albeit longer than my usual ones, and write a different intro that I felt flowed better for it. I really like how the original intro turned out, though, and in my wave of nostalgia for the series, I decided to polish it a little and share it with everyone as my gift for this year. I hope you all enjoy it and have a wonderful holiday season! 😊💕
Mammon spit out his drink. “Ya did what?!”
All eyes were on the small demon familiar, his pointed teeth visible as he snickered at everyone’s reactions from him interrupting their holiday festivities. “You heard me,” Little D. No. 2 declared, his yellow irises twinkling brightly with glee under the candlelight from the living room’s chandeliers. “I hung mistletoe somewhere in the House of Lamentation.”
“I heard what ya said,” Mammon remarked angrily, grabbing the round familiar to prevent him from fleeing, “but what I wanna know is why ya did it!”
“Well, you didn’t ask that, now did you?” Little D. No. 2 retorted.
“Keep talkin’ like that, pipsqueak, and you’ll be the new Fangol ball!”
“What’s the big deal?” Luke wondered aloud. “Mistletoe is just a plant, right?”
“And both a parasitic and poisonous one from the human world at that,” Satan added. “I’m surprised we don’t have any growing naturally in the Devildom.”
“What?! Isn’t it dangerous to have it here then?!”
“Not to worry, Luke,” Solomon assured the angel. “It’s only a parasite to trees and other plants, and it can only hurt someone if they ingest it. Aside from that, it’s a nice decoration, especially during this time of year.”
“Ah, I remember seeing pictures of it before,” Simeon remarked. “Even though it can grow in cooler weather, it still has vibrant green leaves and white berries.”
“Berries?” Beelzebub questioned, his mouth already watering.
“Beel, you did hear the part about it hurting you if you eat it, right?” Belphegor reminded his twin, suppressing a yawn while leaning onto him for support.
“I’ve got a strong stomach. I can handle it. So, where is it?”
“I hid it, big guy,” Little D. No. 2 told him. “You gotta find it yourself!”
“What fun!” Diavolo exclaimed with a wide grin. “It’s like a treasure hunt!”
“Hehehe, it’s a little more than that, Your Majesty!”
“Hm? What do you mean?”
“There’s a tradition in the human world revolving around mistletoe, My Lord,” Barbatos explained. “If you intend to find it, you’ll want to be with someone very special to you when you do.”
“That’s right!” Asmodeus chimed in cheerfully. “Solomon taught me all about it last time he summoned me during the holidays, so I got to experience this fantastic tradition first-hand.”
“Yes, and so did everyone you came across at the party that day,” the sorcerer commented, recalling the event in his mind.
“Oh, so something exciting happens when you find a mistletoe with someone special?” Diavolo inquired. “In that case, Lucifer, you should join Barbatos and me in searching for it.”
Lucifer shook his head, already appearing exhausted from the whole situation. “I’ll pass. I want nothing to do with this nonsense.”
The eldest brother’s demeanor gave Mammon an idea. “You’re right, Lucifer! This is all just nonsense! Tell ya what,—” He secured the demon familiar under his arm. “—I’ll have this troublemaker tell me where the mistletoe is, and I’ll get rid of it right away. Consider it an extra gift from the Great Mammon!”
Mammon glanced over at the human who’d been silently observing the conversation this whole time. “Hey, MC, instead of starin’ off into space, ya oughta come help me out. B-But only because this pipsqueak is more likely to tell you where the mistletoe is than if I asked him.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Leviathan spoke up, “I see what you’re doing here, Mammon. You’re planning to get MC under the mistletoe with you alone! That’s not fair!”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about! Ya really think I wanna bring MC along with me just to follow some human tradition about k-kissin’ under the mistletoe?”
“Kissing?!” Diavolo and Luke shouted in unison, completely taken aback. Their matching bewildered expressions made Barbatos quietly chuckle.
“Obviously you do, Mammon,” Satan remarked. “You couldn’t be more obvious if you tried.”
“Yeah, and there’s no way we’re letting you get away with being under the mistletoe with MC!” Asmodeus declared. “Besides, I’m sure they’d much rather find the mistletoe with me, wouldn’t you, MC?”
“What?! No way!” Mammon argued, too distracted to notice Little D. No. 2 slipping out of his hold. “They’re coming with me!”
“You’re all so noisy,” Belphegor noted. “I’m sure MC would much rather go with someone calmer, like me.”
“MC, my nose is really good, so I can sniff out the mistletoe’s berries quickly,” Beelzebub explained. “You want to try them, too, right?”
“You might be okay, Beel, but those berries are definitely poisonous to humans,” Satan pointed out. “MC, why don’t you stick with me instead?”
“H-Hey, don’t leave me out of this!” Leviathan butted in. “I mean, then again, maybe you wouldn’t want to be under the mistletoe with a yucky shut-in otaku like me, MC, but...please choose me anyway!”
“Why am I not surprised it’s turned out this way?” Lucifer muttered with a sigh.
“Perhaps because Mammon and the others always tend to act like this whenever MC is involved?” Simeon answered with a gentle laugh.
Everyone had certainly become rowdy, most of them bickering amongst themselves about who would end up under the mistletoe with MC. As for the human in question? They continued watching from the sidelines, unsure of how to remedy the situation.
“Hoo boy, it sure gets crazy with those guys, huh?” Little D. No. 2 said, floating over to MC’s side. The human shot them an annoyed glance. “H-Hey, don’t look at me like that! I just wanted to add a little extra excitement to the day, that’s all. And I thought I’d help you find an excuse to have a special moment with your special someone...”
The demon familiar snickered at MC’s shocked expression. “What, you think I haven’t figured it out by now? You should be thanking me for such a thoughtful Christmas gift!” He glanced at the commotion nearby. “Though, I guess it’s gotten a bit out of control, huh? Ah, well, this is practically normal for these guys at this point. More importantly...”
They moved in closer to the human to whisper, “I wanna know if my hunch was right: Who do you want to be under the mistletoe with, MC?”
MC mulled over the question while gazing at the chaotic group in front of them. They had someone in mind, but...where was he? He was with everyone a few moments ago, but now he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, someone grabbed their hand and pulled them out of the room, leaving the startled demon familiar and the preoccupied group of boys behind. This warmth... They’d recognize it anywhere.
Who is it, MC?
From there, I would've had links to each character (minus Luke) for you/MC to choose and then read their story. Although that didn't work out, the snippet version does exist, which you can read here.
Lucifer: Mammon, his favourite brother and the one he turns to when things get serious. For the sake of his peace and sanity, there are things he'd rather keep secret from Diavolo and just for this reason he can't trust Barbatos either; telling something to the butler would only result in the prince knowing.
Mammon: you, whether you like it or not. Depending on the situation, Lucifer may leave him longer than necessary in the hospital (or wherever he's retained) and his younger brothers tend to make fun of him most of the time. If he has to face someone's wrath, please let it be yours.
Levi: Lucifer, the default option. As much as he loves and trusts you, he needs to be realistic: there are some things you cannot handle. Besides that, of course, his eldest brother is responsible when making decisions, especially if his family is involved.
Satan: Lucifer and he hates it. It used to be Asmo until he had an accident with a spell and ended up in serious trouble. When Asmo arrived he cried so hard out of worry that they had to call Lucifer, so he reluctantly changed it to save some time in the future.
Asmo: you. If something happens to him, the first person he wants to see when he wakes up is you and, if it were really serious anyway, you wouldn't go alone to get him. Plus, he'd also die of happiness under your care since he'd be receiving all your attention!
Beel: Lucifer, who he trusts the most in stressful situations. He loves Belphie with all his heart, yes, but he can't trust his twin to be awake at random times; emergencies can happen at any hour, after all.
Belphie: Beel. Does he have to explain? Besides you, there's no one in the family he trusts more than him, so it just makes sense.
You: Lucifer. Mammon tried to negotiate. He tried.
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Main Masterlist
This is so damn stupid. I promise I'm writing my normal posts, but I was watching Grey's Anatomy and it just happened. If it looks wonky, it's because I'm sleepy
You spotted Mammon coming down the hallway at much the same time he caught sight of you approaching from the opposite direction. The two of you exchanged head nods of acknowledgement. As he got closer, you raised a hand, inviting the Avatar of Greed to a glorious high five.
Once he was within range, Mammon lifted his hand and went in for the slap. Before skin contact was made, you quickly thrust your hand down into a pocket. The look on his face was one of confusion. You would deprive your first man of a high five?
"Too slow!" you shrugged. The Avatar of Greed stopped to rubberneck as you kept moving forward without a backward glance. His palm felt cold.
The situation repeated itself again one week later. You had interacted with Mammon many times since your little prank and he hadn't brought it up even once. You doubt he forgot about it, but figured that Mammon could be surprisingly mature about silly little jokes. You should have known better.
"Hey!" he called, gesturing with one of the many high five variations you taught him. He held his hand straight up in the air as you approached each other. "Up high!"
You were going to have to jump, but it was a challenge you would accept. If you sped up a little, you could build momentum until the time was right and reach the ideal height for a really cool high five. The thought made you excited.
A foot away from Mammon, you went for it. You bent your knees, launching yourself into the air with as much force as you could muster. Mammon put his hand down and stepped back with the cockiest smirk on his face. Everything suddenly felt like it was in slow motion.
Betrayal took over your heart. With no goal to hit, you tilted forward, your feet at the wrong angle to properly land. Your shoes skidded against the floor as you took several failed steps and slid right into Mammon's arms, bumping your noggin against his chest.
He grasped the small of your back before you could escape. The rings on his hands pressed into your uniform and he boasted, "Hah! Too slow! Looks like you're comin' with me."
thinking about solomon who never fails to leave a kiss on your forehead every time you head out. unbeknownst to you, it was actually a simple protective spell that he crafted specifically for you, and is activated through lip contact. it was so subtle that you didnt pick it up... until that one incident when you almost tripped on the floor, you felt a hint of his magic. when you realized the kiss he was constantly giving you was more than just a romantic gesture, you confronted him about it. he just giggled and acted innocent, claiming that with that spell he's hitting two birds with one stone; he gets to kiss you and keep you safe!
Diavolo using the royal family's official letterhead and seal to send MC random pen pal-style letters for fun.
A postal demon who is anxious beyond belief grips the letter as tight as they dare to, neither wanting a breeze to blow it away nor for the paper inside to get crumpled. It was the talk of all local postal workers that morning. It's obviously incredibly important, the prince's own penmanship graces the front of it! Such a letter should not be left in the mailbox.
They knock on the door to the House of Lamentation, shaking. MC opens it.
The postal demon quickly bows their head. "An urgent correspondence!" they proclaim while handing over the message with two scrawny arms. As soon as MC has their mail, the postal demon flees and MC returns inside to find a letter opener.
Hey!
I discovered a book the other day with many fascinating human jokes! Have you heard this one?
Q: Why don't skeletons fight each other?
A: They don't have the guts!
Isn't that hilarious? Everyone knows that common undead skeletons don't have cognizance and will absolutely fight each other. Or anything that moves, really. This must be an example of that 'sarcasm' you told me about. Human jokes can be so funny!
