[raw, no edits or checking,, anw private last dance >>> ]
he values intimacy.
and you were quick to notice when he’s getting overwhelmed. quick to take action, your lover tried to shrug it off in hopes to let you know that he’s okay. while he prefers to endure, you prioritized keeping him safe, and you were glad that everyone complied without further questioning.
“this is better.” he whispers, voice shaky as he stands with you on the middle of the hall. you hummed in agreement, and he swore he fell in love again when you smiled softly.
“are you sure this is okay?.. we’re not breaking any traditon right?” “don’t worry, didn’t you tell me we don’t have to fit in their norms?” you giggled, closing the gap between. “shall we?”
now that he’s holding you in his arms, alone in a hall that was filled with friends and family a few minutes ago. it felt right.
how you deal with him, how you know when and when not to act, and how you make everything wrong feel right. he knows he’s with the right person because with you? he knows everything is safe— that he is safe.
no doubt, he’s strong-willed, but he forgets that there’s so much more to him than just being the unbreakable image they made of him and you’re always there to remind him what it is to be a person. in any way, you’re always perfect.
so when he held you tighter and guided you to the waltz you hum, it took a moment for him to realise that you were now bounded together. with a sigh, he’s more than glad that the last dance is only between you and him.
to other’s eyes, lucifer is one who RARELY loves. unknown to diavolo and the brothers, the exchange student just has a knack to romanticize the living hell of a devil.
after numerous pick up lines, one stood out and it took a wrong turn too!
it was your first time meeting lucifer, informed that he was the eldest of the brothers, you tried your best to stay calm. but upon entering the room, you weren’t sure what part of lucifer was attractive that you greeted him with a pick up line..
a pick up line from the human realm..
“say pretty boy, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
the room sat in silence, while lucifer kept a straight face, mammon had his bottom lip quivering from stopping his laughs or his sobs. it’s in between.
“…”
“that was a pick up line but i take it’s not translated as the way it should have been.”
— and even if it sounds bad, that remains lucifer’s favorite.
suddenly, his fall doesn’t seem so bad since your terrible pick up lines linger in his mind to cheer him up. you’re doing a great job mc!
i feel sad n here i am . anyways i was listening to theme of mitsuha while i wrote this w/o thinking . literally got nothing in my brain except diluc n sad .
diluc watches you from behind with a small smile.
his arms were crossed, ready to stabilize you and klee whenever you stumble. and if it happens, he would insist that you camp the night by the statue— worried that you might find it tiring to arrive at albedo’s without rest.
but you insist, still hoisting klee on your hip with a grip gentler than the whistles of the wind in dragonspine. “it’ll be fine, you did promise me to hold my hand while you work besides.. klee will be delighted to see albedo once again.” –you spoke, ushering diluc to use his pyro vision to light up the torches. he complies without a thought, his ears burned and his fingers curled at the thought of being close to you.
diluc faked a cough, clearing his throat before speaking. “lighting it up will be useless if it waters down in an hour” your lover remarks, focused on your steps as you cradled klee’s head further to your neck.
“it won’t be. i’ve infused the wood with dusts of my ice, fire will stay out longer to aid the travelers.”
and he fell harder, smiling at your kindness. diluc’s dreamy sigh only lasted a few seconds, now conflicted to why and how.. how did he manage to meet someone like you? and does he deserve you? a gentle person whose personality, despite bearing a cryo vision, is as gentle as the warmth from pyro visions.
his silence after the sigh was too familiar, calling out to him— you hope the day where he rests easy without being hesitant to receive your affections come. diluc needs reassurance every now and then as the man thinks he’s not capable of love but he is.
“diluc, even if there were inhumane actions you’ve done in the past. that will never make you any less capable of being loved and to love. now, will you hold my other hand? i’m afraid that even i will freeze to death despite being immune.” he complies silently, squeezing your hand before continuing your travel to albedo’s camp.
diluc is often left conflicted if he deserves this but with you by his side, all those worries and questions are but a fleeting thought, soon gone with the wind.
It’s not easy having the hottest, strongest and most powerful jujutsu sorcerer as your ex husband, especially when he’s still unhealthily obsessed with you … <3
⚠️ Warnings: Toxic relationship + behaviour, language, sexually explicit language
note: hi, kori here! i just wanted to say a big thank you for 1k :)) it’s a big milestone that i’ve never hit before and i’m super excited so i decided to do a little event to celebrate!
synopsis: dilf genshin characters and milf readers everywhere basically! pls enjoy <3 (there is no dc in any of my works)
characters: genshin male characters <3
contains: afab!fem!reader, nsfw (16+ pls), breeding kinks, size kinks, age gaps (tame/not alarming), (more specific tags in the actual fics/hcs)
you are welcome to suggest a male genshin character as long as you give me a scenario that fits my prompt (dilf character/milf reader/etc) :) repeats are also okay as long as i like the idea !!
#1 milf fucker (arataki itto x milf!reader)
you cant help but get worried when your son mentions that he befriended the mysterious demon man he sees on the way home everyday from school
my lovely housewife (soon to be milf & dilf diluc x reader)
you love your husband — but you can’t help feeling invisible around him at times, so what better way to fix that than taking matters into your own hands?
contains: milf!reader, demon/oni!itto, dom!itto, set in inazuma, size kink, belly bulge, dacryphilia, praise & degradation, oral (f & m receiving), facefucking, overstim.
note: just messy unedited headcanons ish about milf fucker itto (rbs appreciated!!)
see my 1k event for other characters!!
shocked is the only word to describe your face when your little son tells you about the man he meets on his way to and from school. horrified is what you are when he tells you that said man in his friend. you know who it is; how could you not? in your eyes the demon who happens to lead a gang is nothing but trouble. so you tell your son, like the rest of the village has, to avoid arataki itto like the plague.
needless to say, it comes as a surprise to hear a forceful knock on your door the next day. you’re met with a large physique standing in the frame and your son, slightly bruised, in its arms. you’re so focused on your child’s scraped knees that you don’t register the crimson eyes staring at your figure until your son perks up about how “mr. itto saved him” when you ask what had happened. and you’re so terrified — you’d never seen him in person, only heard from the stories that your neighbours once told; but he’s huge, looming over you with a calculating look in his eyes. you can’t even tell what he’s thinking, yet you manage to swallow your fear, clutching your child as you mutter out a meek “thank you” before averting your eyes. ah, he thinks that you look just so sweet — and that’s where it all begins.
itto who becomes a more frequent face at your little house atop the hill — much to your dismay. but your son seems to adore him, so you can’t bring yourself to take that away. they’ll stay just outside the house while you make dinner, right where you can see them. and although you’re supposed to be watching over your son, your eyes can’t help but trail over to itto instead; his biggggg arms and toned chest, the way his pants cling to his thighs — it makes you unknowingly press your legs together as you sigh softly. and you think you’re so secretive with your lingering gazes, but he knows all about it.
itto who gives a boyish smile when you sheepishly decide to invite him in for dinner, showing his fangs for a split second before following your son inside. but he’s so detached from the conversation, too fixated on the way that your little apron hugs your pretty body to care anyways. you’ve warmed up to him a lot more — gazes becoming more intentional and touches lingering for just a second longer — it makes him almost go insane.
itto who shamelessly says that he fucks his fist to the mere thought of you — he tells you this when he shows up at your house unannounced; your son isn’t home this time around, but staying the night at a friend’s for a birthday. he only laughs when you try to act all innocent and speechless, he already knows how desperate you truly are after all.
and you are desperate, pleading for him to give you more when he has you on your couch, legs spread to give him a full view of soaking pussy; he thinks that it’s so fucking pretty, too pretty for him to not dip his head between your thighs and taste you himself. it’s only then that you learn how different he truly is from human; his abnormally long tongue messily gliding over your folds, swirling around and sucking at your sensitive clit before plunging into your hole. you can barely keep your mouth shut, whining pathetically as you grab a hold of his horns and grind your hips against his face. ah, and he loves it so much; the scent of your arousal, the taste of your cunt, the way that you spasm in his hold, and how much you gush on his tongue and lower face.
itto who thinks that you’re so naive as you reach for his pants, palming at his bulge as you look up at him with doe eyes full of pure adoration — but how can he say no? god, he’s so much bigger than you can imagine, it’s sitting right against his defined torso, tip red and stained with precum — you can’t help but salivate at the thought of taking it in your mouth. he’s so loud, groaning as you cautiously swirl your tongue around his tip before sliding your lips down his length. you can barely fit him in, taking what your mouth couldn’t reach in your hands; but don’t worry, he’ll help you real good. tells you to relax as he gently grabs hold of your head, slightly tilting it up to get a better look at the scattered tear drops hanging onto your eyelashes before bucking himself into your mouth. all you can do is tack your nails into his thighs, gagging at the intrusion of his cock — and the feeling only spurs him on.
when he cums, it’s so much — thick and heavy as he stills himself down your throat. what else can you do other than swallow? he thinks that you’re such a gem; how is it that you’re without a partner? he’s unsure whether he should be enraged or grateful at the fact that the villagers aren’t pursuing you, but one thing is for sure; he wouldn’t give you up for the world.
itto who can’t handle how much smaller you are compared to him. he shouldn’t be so surprised; he’s larger than average — but when it comes to you it’s so different. maybe it’s because you’re shaking in his hold, crying about how it’s not fitting; yet you’re so needy, begging him yourself to make it fit. he complies of course, placing his palms flat against the back of your thighs as he bullies his way into your tight cunt like it’s no big deal. he praises you all the way through, peppering your skin with gentle kisses and whispering about how well you’re taking him — how your pussy is made for him. and with the way your velvety walls suck him in, it might as well be.
itto who loves seeing you go stupid on his cock. it makes his chest swell with pride seeing you like this; with a fucked out face, moaning incoherent nonsenses as he thrusts into you. he bets that you’ve never been fucked like this — fucked so good that the only thing on your mind and mouth is itto, itto, itto. he loves when you claw at his back in a desperate frenzy, crying for him to give you more like a cock hungry whore. your tears top it off — you look so beautiful like this; tear stained face begging him to cum inside.
itto who grows obsessed with the sight of his cock making a bulge into your stomach with every snap of his hips. he’ll even place a large hand on it, boasting to you about how he’s right there, to which you can only nod in response. you’re so wet and it’s too messy — you’ve cum more time than you can count, soiling his body and the fabric below. but itto loves the sounds of your cunt and the sight of the translucent ring at the base of his dick sososo much <3
itto who grows more vulgar as he grows closer to finishing, asking how it feels being fucked by a gangster as his pace grows more erratic. “how would the village act knowing you’ve been fucked by this demon huh? should give you another child so that they know.” he’ll say before brashly pressing his thumb to your clit, eliciting a sob from your lips as you cum for the nth time that night. it’s not until then that his hips start to falter from the feeling of your walls fluttering around him and he stuffs you full with his hot seed.
itto who watches his cum languidly seep out from your swollen cunt with a grin on his face like the little milf fucker he truly is <3
Heyya I see your request open. If you're okay with it. I saw something about lesson 16 stuff, but I wondering about if MC becoming a ghost wondering around the house.
But, the MC didn't try to communicate since the situation doesn't seems great(trying to hide the best they could) so they're just like peeking on the brothers and almost got caught and making the brothers questioning if they really see the MC.
Is up to you if they will meet or not. Is just something passing my mind. If you want to take the request.
A/N: We're really piling on the angst, huh? I'm treating this as a rough sequel to my other fic linked here, however I wouldn't say it's 100% necessary reading.
5600 WORDS, LADS.
Warnings: mentions of death, grief, and injuries. Symptoms that could be read as depression.
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You floated through the House of Lamentation, a place you once felt at home.
You passed by the demon brothers, people who you had loved.
The past tense on the love wasn't something you were sure belonged. What was left of your heart ached for them, ached to see them in so much pain even after what had happened to you. You wished you could reach out. You wanted them to talk to you again. You wanted them to see you.
But you were certain that would be a mistake.
The brothers needed time to heal and recover, not another reason to cling onto your memory. And what were you anymore, really? What could you offer? You could barely touch anything, couldn't make yourself be heard.
So you stayed hidden as much as you could, but you were still in a house full of powerful demons, powerful demons that you loved.
Hiding wasn't as easy as you'd thought.
Mammon
Mammon was lost.
He knew his brothers were worried about him.
Lucifer hadn't punished him since it happened, Levi never chased him up for money, Satan and Asmo tried to draw him out of his room, Beel would bring food and try to get him to move around a bit, and Belphie...
Belphie was smart enough to stay away, but Mammon could still feel his youngest brother's eyes on him.
Mammon just couldn't bring himself to care, though.
It all felt like some big cosmic joke.
You brought his family together, you listened to him, you treated him with a care no one had in centuries.
Whenever you teased, Mammon knew it was teasing. When you laughed, Mammon knew it was with him, not at him. When you smiled, Mammon knew he'd do anything to see that smile again.
And it was only after you were gone that his brothers started offering him half the same affection.
Was it really all that greedy of him to wish for both?
The first few times he caught a glimpse of you he called out - stupid, he knew, he knew you were dead. He'd felt it, he'd watched it happen, he'd begged and cried and it hadn't changed a thing.
Mammon couldn't help it, though.
Mammon certainly couldn't explain to his brothers what happened, not when he was holding back tears after running into your room to find it empty.
After one time that left Mammon sobbing and Beel begging for him to tell them what was wrong, he got better at hiding it.
Mammon saw you most in your room, which he guessed made sense. He'd spent a lot of time with you here.
Sometimes when he didn't feel on the edge of breaking, he'd just... hang out there. No crying into your pillow, no pleas for you to come back to him, just kicking back on your bed and watching TSL or some terrible reality show you'd love to hate.
Sometimes one of his brothers would sit with him, sometimes not, but usually he'd catch glimpses of you.
Mammon didn't react anymore. This was new, nothing like how he'd grieved over Lilith, but he wasn't complaining. You looked like you, even if you were pale and transparent. No broken bones, no bloody clothing, no empty eyes.
Mammon could forget, for a moment, that you were gone.
It wasn't healthy. Mammon knew that. Mammon had heard all the talk about how he needed to start letting you go. Never mind that his brothers weren't taking their own advice.
But Mammon needed it. He lost you too soon.
Mammon knew you were human, even if he'd tried not to think too hard about what that meant.
Knew he'd lose you one day.
But not this soon.
It was thoughts like those that left your pillow wet with tears as Mammon once again fell asleep in your room.
His dreams - nightmares, often, blame, anger, grief - meant his sleep was light.
So when he felt something shift over him, a soft weight settling above, Mammon stirred, mumbling for his brothers to leave him alone.
His eyes opened just enough to see the culprit.
Mammon met your eyes, wide with surprise - your mouth, dropped open slightly - your hands, hovering over him -
You were gone.
Gone before he could finish saying your name.
Mammon searched the room. No one was there.
Not you but... not his brothers, either.
He whispered your name and thought he heard a sigh from somewhere in the room.
Mammon had thought he was hallucinating all those times but were you... could it have been...?
Someone had moved that blanket.
For now, Mammon kept it to himself. He didn't need any more pity from his brothers.
He spent even more time in your room. He slept there more often, trying to recreate that moment. He spoke as if you could hear him.
Mammon had a lot to say that he never got to when you were here, but the most important of all was-
"I love you, MC."
Levi
Levi tried to help everyone, he tried to make sure the house didn't fall into silent regret, he tried to keep his family together, but...
But he was so tired! Is this what you had felt all the time?
Probably not, Levi knew.
You had to deal with their issues, sure, but it was different before.
Before, they had fun. Before, Mammon was always causing trouble that made you laugh. Before, Asmo was always ridiculously cuddly and you were fine with it. You never got mad at Beel for eating, or Satan for always having his nose in a book, or Lucifer for being bossy...
You were never mad at Levi for going ranting about a new anime, or crying over missed merch drops, or for needing time with you all to himself sometimes, when his envy flared up and he couldn't manage on his own.
Levi wasn't you though, and sometimes Levi... needed a break.
He holed himself up in his room, piling the blankets into the bathtub and just... staring at Henry 2.0.
He couldn't really watch anything in this state. Either he wouldn't be able to pay attention or it would remind him of you.
Henry 2.0 was, in Levi's opinion, a very smart fish. He reacted to his surroundings and seemed to observe things out of the aquarium.
So it struck Levi as odd when Henry 2.0 swam near the glass, following a pattern Levi couldn't quite figure out.
It reminded Levi of when you were in his room, playing with Henry 2.0, drawing your finger across the glass and totally ignoring Levi when he complained about fingerprints.
You were the only person other than him that seemed to really care about Henry 2.0... and you'd defended Henry 1.0 in the tunnels... and you'd even asked to see Lotan! Before Lucifer yelled at you both.
Levi watched and his eyes slid half-closed, blurring his vision. He really was tired...
So that was why he thought he was dreaming.
There, in the reflection of the glass, was you.
He could see your face, the gentle way you smiled at Henry 2.0 as he followed your finger around.
There was something unbearably sad about you now, and Levi couldn't help but call out your name. He'd gotten into the habit of trying to take care of others now and it wasn't easy to shake.
Your eyes met his in the reflection, widening - a jolt went through Levi, finally waking him up enough to take you in and you didn't disappear as soon as he was fully awake, MC what-
But you disappeared as Levi stumbled out of the bathtub, Henry 2.0 already swimming away from where you'd been.
Levi didn't know what to think. It could be him seeing things. It could be - maybe it could be you.
Either way, Levi tried to reach out more. He started watching some of your favourite series again. He left manga open on the desk and sometimes, he came back to it on a different page.
Levi talked, he told you about his brothers, how he tried to help them - he didn't go so far as to beg for your praise, if you were even there, but he wanted desperately for some assurance that he was doing okay, that he wasn't worthless, that his efforts meant something.
Staring into the reflection of Henry 2.0's tank, he searched for you.
Levi found you in the last place he'd thought to look.
His own reflection, a blubbering mess of a demon - with a familiar hand resting on his shoulder.
Levi had more reason to stay in his room than ever, but he still found it in himself to leave. Anything, anything for you to be proud of him.
Levi didn't tell his brothers, though. Maybe it was his jealously guarded secret. Maybe he just didn't want them thinking he was crazy.
Beel
Beel felt like he was going through the motions.
He ate. He played fangol. He did okay in his classes.
He slept in the same room as Belphie and woke his brother in the morning to get him to class.
Nothing about it was right, though.
Beel's food never tasted good. A victory in fangol didn't satisfy him like it used to. His classes were even duller than before.
And Belphie...
Beel tried not to think too hard about Belphie.
Beel hadn't known you for nearly as long as he'd known Lilith, so he wasn't sure if it was normal that you were affecting him as much.
The two of you had a lot in common - you were both kind, you got into all sorts of trouble, you had a weird stubborn streak sometimes, and you both loved so sincerely.
Still, Beel didn't think it was because of that.
Beel loved you because you hadn't gotten mad at him for eating. Because you comforted him when the nightmares got too much. Because you smiled and he couldn't help but smile back.
Beel didn't know how he'd handled his grief with Lilith. He was starting to think that he just... hadn't.
Your death had unburied everything he’d put away, but hadn’t healed from. Then it piled on top, smothering him until Beel couldn't breathe.
He tried to do everything he had before. Beel didn’t want to burden anyone. His brothers were already trying so hard to heal, to take care of each other, how could he add to that?
Beel had to at least act like he was strong.
Most people already thought he was just a stomach with a body, so it shouldn’t be too hard.
But Beel couldn’t hide from himself.
He knew Belphie was slipping into his dreams sometimes, soothing his nightmares to sweet memories of Lilith, sometimes blending into his time spent with you.
Beel didn’t bring it up. Neither did Belphie.
But Belphie wasn’t there all the time, and that was when the nightmares came back.
The nightmares came back with a vengeance.
The old ones with Lilith, with the fall, with the impossible choice Beel had been forced to make.
Now the new ones with you, with the staircase, with Beel's complete and utter helplessness.
The one through-line in all his dreams was Belphie, the victim, the murderer, the brother he saved-lost-saved.
When Belphie was in the attic, you used to help him through his nightmares. He'd only asked to hold your hand, you in the bed and Beel on the floor, but you'd scoffed and dragged him onto the mattress with you.
You held him like Beel was someone worth protecting.
Who was going to chase away his nightmares now, MC? Who was he going to go to when Belphie wasn't there?
Another night of whimpers and shaking, of watching you fall and Lilith bleed, both screaming for him-
Beel woke up to a quiet voice hushing him and a barely-there breeze brushing his hair off his forehead.
Beel squeezed his eyes shut, trying to lean into the presence but there was nothing solid there.
Beel blinked.
Your kind, sad eyes met his.
Beel choked out your name. He tried to sit up, tried to reach for your face, but in the simple shifting of his vision you were gone.
"No, no, no!"
Beel called out your name, tried to lie back and see you again, tried to feel you again, sobbed and pleaded for you to come back.
It was Levi who ran into the room to hold Beel when he broke down, tail wrapping around his younger brother to hold him close.
Asmo brought tissues and Satan brought a warm drink. Belphie sat frozen on the other side of the room.
Beel tried to explain what he had seen. His eyes were too filled with tears to see the recognition in his brothers' eyes, the confusion, the fragile hope.
Beel spent a little more time in the tomb, leaving behind things he thought you might like. Little trinkets, food, even RAD assignments from classes you'd liked.
If you really were still around, Beel wanted to take care of you. He wanted to do better this time.
He wanted to help you like you'd helped him.
Asmo
Asmo talked.
Well before Asmo ever actually saw you, Asmo talked.
He talked about his day, about his brothers, about the latest Majolish line, about Solomon (didn't say how much his other master missed you, he didn't want to tell you anything sad, he wanted to tell you only good things).
Something Levi and he had in common was how much he appreciated you just listening. You weren't passive in the conversation, didn't nod along and roll your eyes when he wasn't looking.
It wasn't all just mindless agreement either, like Asmo got from his many admirers.
You asked questions about the things he said. You gave your opinion. You cared enough about him to learn about the latest trends and the high profile demons just so you could understand his gossip.
It wasn’t fair that Asmo found someone like you to lose you so soon.
Asmo asked, too. He asked for your opinion on everything.
He only talked in the privacy of his own room or when he was alone - Asmo wasn’t stupid, and he didn’t want to worry his brothers, but Solomon told him it wasn’t too uncommon in the human world to cope with a loved one’s loss like that.
So long as Asmo didn’t start expecting you to answer back, he’d be fine.
Asmo just liked to think that somehow, you could still hear him. That you still cared.
Even though he’d been a terrible demon who couldn’t protect his master-
Asmo never apologised out loud because he didn’t think you’d want him to blame himself, but he knew all his brothers who’d had a pact with you felt it. He tried not to think about it.
Asmo wanted to believe that you still loved him, wherever you were, because the alternative was too painful.
When he finally did see you, it was over something so trivial Asmo could’ve laughed.
He had two outfits laid out over his bed, chatting away as usual as if you could hear him. He turned away for a moment towards his mirror when-
You were there, clear as day, running your hand over the fabric of a shirt.
You weren’t even looking at him, but Asmo sobbed and turned around and stumbled forwards and-
And you weren’t there.
Asmo turned back to the mirror but you were well and truly gone.
Except… the sleeve of his shirt… those were finger marks, right? Something had left imprints in the fabric, right where he’d seen your hand.
That was when Asmo broke.
“Please! Please I’m sorry come back! Please please I need you here please!”
Asmo sobbed and sobbed, hands hovering over where your fingers had been, not wanted to ruin the marks but wanted to grab the shirt and hold it close to him. If he couldn’t hold you, then this was all he could have, right?
Satan burst in, looking ready to fight whatever had upset his brother, until Asmo threw himself at Satan and cried into his sweater.
Satan listened to him. Satan held him. Asmo wasn’t sure that Satan believed him, but that was enough for now.
Asmo kept his closet organised.
All of his clothes were hung straight down, ironed flat or smoothed out by hand.
Asmo, with forced cheer, asked your opinion on what he should wear that day.
It took several days and a few more breakdowns before he finally got a response.
Whatever Asmo found out of place, he would wear. He would style it and pose in his room (something that he’d done before, if he was honest, but now he was hoping there was an audience).
If this was all Asmo could have of you, he’d take it.
You always chose something in fashion, after all. You must still be listening to him.
Satan
Satan heard about you before he saw you himself.
It sort of made sense. Satan was probably spending the least amount of time in the house right now - if he wasn't at RAD he was in the library, if he wasn't in the library he was at some demon's function trying to act like everything was normal, and if he wasn't there he was cutting a path through the woods until he couldn't think anymore.
The house was where he slept, ate breakfast and dinner, and checked in to make sure his brothers weren't about to disappear on him.
So when he heard about Beel's vision - something that everyone agreed to treat as a dream, even though it was obvious no one believed it - and Asmo's... clothes, Satan decided to look into it.
There were numerous texts on spirits between his own personal collection and the Devildom's libraries, but most focused on mythology or banishment.
Satan knew very well how to banish a spirit. What he wanted to do was to make one stronger.
He didn't ask any of his brothers for help. Only Lucifer would probably have any real idea, and he really didn't want to ask Lucifer.
Not out of resentment - you'd helped him through the worst of that.
Satan just couldn't take it if Lucifer was gentle, if Lucifer took him aside quietly and told him it couldn't be you.
Satan wanted hope.
Even if it was a lie, Satan wanted hope, just for a little while.
He spent more time at home, in his room. Reading through any texts he could find.
His brothers noticed something was going on, but they didn't complain or comment too much.
Satan spending more time at home meant Satan spending less time out in the woods, which was only a good thing.
In the mean time, Satan tried anything he could think of.
Satan left offerings - in your room, at your shrine by Lilith's, even leaving some around his shelves to see if it would entice you closer.
Maybe Satan hadn't seen you because he had only gotten a pact with you recently? Beel and Asmo had been bonded to you for longer, so maybe-
Wait.
The pact.
Normally, a human's death would leave their soul in the care of the demon they'd made a pact with. Your pacts had been made a little differently - you'd traded Goldie for Mammon's, you'd won Levi and Asmo's, Beel and Satan had both given themselves willingly...
But if your soul was still around, then the pacts might still be in effect.
Satan had never had a pact before, and his pact with you had lasted hours before you were taken from him, but Satan had to try.
He did his research, switching tracks from spirits to pacts.
He subtly questioned some of Solomon's other demons, under the guise of curiosity.
He finally, finally felt ready, clearing space in his room and placing the keychain from the human world, a picture of you, and a few other trinkets in a circle - the pen you'd lent him (and he could never return); a pamphlet from an art museum you'd gone to together; a cat plush you'd said reminded you of him.
He dug deep through his own being, trying to chase the feeling of you, whatever remained of the mark you'd left upon each other.
A tail lashed out behind him, green flames lit up his body, throwing the shadow of horns across the shelves.
Finally, finally-
His eyes flew open and in the middle of the room you were there, staring at him.
Your eyes were wide in shock and fear, reaching out - the flames, he realised belatedly. You were worried about him.
You were dead but you were here and you were worried about him-
Satan reached out for you, a sob ripping its way from him. He didn't want to look so pathetic in front of you. It was okay though, right? You wouldn't think badly of him.
His hand passed right through you and in that moment of disappointment slicing through him like a knife, he lost his grip on your bond.
The flames disappeared, the room was dark once again, and Satan was horribly, terribly alone.
But you had been there. You had been real.
Satan ran out of his room, uncaring of the late hour. Lucifer would still be awake.
For you, he'd work with his older brother.
If it meant he could see you again, it would be worth it.
Belphie
Things were quiet.
Belphie wasn't used to quiet.
There was always some noise being made in a house filled with seven brothers. Some argument, someone running through the halls. Levi gaming, Mammon getting in trouble, something.
Belphie complained about it a lot, sure, but it was white noise to him at this point.
It was hard to sleep in the quiet.
And then there were the times when it wasn't quiet.
Where Levi's sobs could be heard through the house. Where Asmo raced to his room to cry in private. Lucifer's steady footsteps from door to door, checking on his brothers one by one.
And every other night, when Belphie couldn't catch them in time, Beel's nightmares.
Beel was hurting and Belphie could barely do anything.
Belphie couldn't comfort his twin because Belphie was the reason Beel was hurting so much.
The most he could do was try and chase away Beel's nightmares, but he couldn't even do that right all the time. If he fell asleep before Beel - or anywhere else in the house - he'd find his dreams too late.
Belphie hadn't talked to his brothers in what felt like years. He'd lost all sense of time since he'd...
Sometimes Beel would wake him up or Lucifer would gently tell him to get to class. That was all.
Everyone else barely even looked at him.
Belphie supposed that was okay. He was lucky to still be in the house at all.
All his reasons for killing you were childish and stupid in the light of the truth. His revenge pointless.
Belphie resigned himself to living like a ghost in his home - barely acknowledged, barely seen, barely existing.
It was more than you got.
Or so he thought.
Belphie woke up to Beel's cries again, ready to cross the room and shake him awake - but someone was there, over his twin.
Belphie hissed, only seeing it was not one of his brothers, only thinking intruder, refusing to lose more than he already had.
But it wasn't a stranger. It was you.
Belphie's horns disappeared when he saw you, stroking Beel's hair and hushing him.
Beel stirred and in a moment you met Belphie's eyes-
And then Beel was sobbing, and you were gone, and his brothers were in the room trying to calm him down. No one asked Belphie if he'd seen what Beel had.
That was okay. Belphie knew what he had to do.
Belphie, from that night on, slept in the attic.
You were scared of him, right?
That was why you disappeared when he saw you.
If staying away meant Beel could have you, Beel would be happier.
Belphie knew you must want to stay as far away from him as possible, but just in case you could hear him, he spoke into the empty room.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please take care of them, I'm sorry-"
Lucifer
Lucifer was very aware of his brothers' emotional states.
He knew no one was handling your loss well.
He'd be lying if he excluded himself from that.
So when he first heard that not one, but at least three of his brothers had seen you - Lucifer was concerned.
Spirits were a possibility, yes, and you'd died rather violently. It wasn't impossible for you to linger.
But all the regular signs of a haunting weren't there. The house wasn't any colder than normal, none of their magical or electrical appliances were acting up, and Cerberus wasn't reacting to any hostile presence.
And you would be hostile, wouldn't you?
Perhaps you would be kind to some of his brothers.
But Belphegor wasn't harmed, and surely you would be vengeful?
If not against Belphie, then perhaps against him?
Belphie had killed you. Lucifer had started the events that led to your death. Either one of them would make a fine target for your hate.
It was much, much more common for a haunting to be caused by lingering resentment than... whatever his brothers were seeing.
Lucifer wasn't sure what to do. He could make sure his brothers had a roof over their head, could make sure they had food, could get rid of any physical threats against them.
But their minds? If they really were seeing things, what could Lucifer do?
It wasn't until Satan approached him that Lucifer began seriously considering the possibility that it was you.
Satan showed him his research, explained his reasoning, looking at Lucifer like he was convinced his older brother wouldn't believe him, like he was expecting to be turned away.
"Okay. I trust you."
It was something that he and Satan kept quiet, Lucifer listening carefully to Satan's reports on the magic he attempted and commenting with his own experience in necromancy.
Their first goal was consistent, clear communication with you.
Most attempts were fruitless. Satan left for the forest after those ones, and Lucifer sat back with a drink of demonus.
So they changed tactics. The most consistent pattern among the reported sightings was that the witness had been upset about something. Your most obvious attachment was to the brothers you had made a pact with.
Satan had been onto something with trying to reach you through the bond the pact had forged between you, but his connection had been too raw, too fresh.
For their best chance of success, they were going to need an older bond. A pact that had been forged and strengthened over time.
Lucifer was still hesitant to involve anyone else. He didn't want to raise his brothers' hopes only to have them dashed to the ground again.
But there was truly no other option.
"Tell me what I gotta do."
Mammon couldn't hide his shaky breathing, the way his legs bounced. Satan hissed at him to stay still as Mammon's fidgeting nearly knocked aside part of the circle he'd been drawing, filled with symbols that Mammon only vaguely recognised for the most part.
Mammon only recognised his own symbol among them.
Lucifer, meanwhile, laid candles at different points. His brothers had been honest with Mammon, that this was mostly improvised, that what they were attempting had never been attempted by demons before. That all human means had failed.
"Simply reach out through the remnants of your pact," Lucifer said. Simply. Right. "And call them to you. I will take care of the rest."
"We're ready."
Mammon's power flowed through him easily, igniting the candles and lighting the room up gold. It was the finding the pact that was difficult.
When you were alive, breathing, it was easy. He'd tried. He'd tried to reach out after you died, but all he got was a load of nothing.
Now that he was told it was possible, that nothing felt more like a wall.
A wall Mammon could crack open, chipping away with every memory of you. How you mocked him right back without a second thought at the start, how you stood up for him against Lucifer, how you joked and laughed, how you studied, how you looked watching TSL, how you watched out for his little brothers, how you held him, how you smiled at him, how he loved you-
Mammon opened his eyes hearing Satan's choked gasp, Lucifer's quiet breath of shock.
He only noticed he was crying when you wiped his tears away.
You were scared. Confused. Magic coursing through the air and the summoning circle - designed for human spirits, not demons - catching you in place. All Mammon could worry about was that you were here, even if you were still translucent, even if his fingertips passed through your arms.
“MC.”
Lucifer spoke softly, stepping to the edge of the circle. Both Satan and Mammon had told him to be careful, to not scare you. Mammon hadn’t expected him to look this gentle though.
“Make a pact with me.”
You couldn’t speak, but the question was clear in your eyes.
“You still have a soul. You… are a soul. If you make a pact with me now, I can give you the strength to be seen. To speak and touch. You could stay here with us, until you wished to move on.
“If you don’t want to, we can banish you.”
Mammon bit back a protest. This had been the agreement. You had the choice. Stay in the House of Lamentation with the brothers, including your murderer, or have your spirit set free from the house.
You had until Mammon could no longer channel the pact to decide, and that gave you plenty of time. Now that Mammon had found it, he wasn’t letting go again.
Lucifer held out his hand, and-
“What’s going on?” Levi asked from the cracked opening of the door.
“Lucifer and Satan punishing Mammon together?” Asmo wondered, leaning closer to get a good look.
“MC.” Beel pushed the door open the rest of the way - Asmo's complaint cut short when he took in the rest of the scene.
Levi held Beel back - just like last time - the first to take in the heavy magic in the air, Mammon with his body alight in gold, Lucifer with his hand held out.
You opened your mouth but barely a sound came out, a whisper lost in the crackling energy of the room.
"What-"
"We didn't want to tell you because we didn't know if it would work," Satan cut in quickly, before Levi's envy could flare up, before Asmo could cut the down with words.
"If MC makes a pact with me as a soul, they can stay here in a more... complete form," Lucifer sighed. “If it was effective, we would’ve told you immediately.”
"Isn't that breaking a few ru- not that I care!" Asmo quickly amended before he could finish the thought. "You'll stay with us, right? I've missed you so much!"
Levi pushed past, hoping that Asmo's words wouldn't convince you to leave. "Henry 2.0 missed you, MC! And you never finished all the series we started together! There's still so much manga I want to show you, so please!"
Beel rubbed his wrist, not sure what to say. Of course he wanted you to stay, but if you wanted to leave, to leave him, he'd understand. He didn't want you to stay because you felt bad for him and his brothers...
Before Beel could speak, your attention was drawn away by the final brother wondering in.
Belphie rubbed at his eyes, still drowsy but woken by the commotion. He didn’t think he was actually wanted but he still liked to be close to his brothers, needed to see if they were okay.
When he opened his eyes, when his vision focused, when he saw you-
Belphie stepped back on instinct but the door slammed shut behind him. The demons and the ghost in the room all jumped - even you were surprised at the display of supernatural power.
You approached.
"It's okay, MC, he ain't gonna hurt ya, I won't let anything happen to you-"
"If you must blame someone, blame me. Belphegor only acted as I had led him to-"
"I know you're mad, MC, but please. Please don't hurt Belphie. Please don't take him away too-"
You did not try to hurt him, as Belphie expected. You didn't move to attack, or scream, use whatever ghostly power Mammon was currently fueling to send him crashing through the walls.
You just stood, silently, judging, and waited.
Belphie broke.
"Please! I'll leave!"
Beel protested, Asmo quietly gasped - the rest of his brothers stayed silent, waiting to see how this played out.
"Stay with them, they want you. They love you. If you stay, I can go- you won't have to see me, you won't have to deal with me for them, you can be happy here and I'll, I'll-"
Belphie sobbed, trying to force his words through but they just wouldn't come - only sorrys and pleases making their way through the lump in his throat, a fraction of what he wanted to say.
How he'd watched his brothers fall apart since you'd been gone.
How no one in the house would properly look at him because of what he did.
How he was sorry, how it was all a lie he hurt you over, how he would go be alone if it meant his family was happy again.
Belphie never did get to know you very well, though.
You held out a hand to him and though you still couldn't touch, he got the message and followed you to the middle of the room. Surrounded by his brothers, their faces scared, hopeful, pleading.
Content: crack, fluff, assertive Levi (@obeythebutler), Lucifer slander, Mephistopheles slander, evil twins, Satan tries to be Prince Charming (@yukihaie, @candymeowz), Barbatos is sus, Raphael has intentions, everyone is jealous of a child, Purgatory Hall occupants crave w a r m t h (@bamb00shoot), a reaper steals the local human heartthrob from the harem
Synopsis: Humans are resilient. However, the same cannot be said for demons and angels 😔 Watch as MC and Solomon, who do NOT feel cold, go on a trip to the mountains with ten demons, three angels and one reaper, who DO feel cold. Very, very cold. ❄
Warning - very long because I'm a clown that can't keep track of word count 🤡
A.N. - Hello hello hello! I decided to add the three new characters here, because despite my lack of interactions with them in-game, I will write them anyways (I do whatever I want ahahahaha) 🤡 Merry Christmas!!
It was a chilly winter evening, and sixteen living souls sat in the dark and warm dining room, the only light coming from the fireplace and windows. The falling snow outside, silenced their words and the scrape of their forks and chairs. The storm was gone, the world outside was wonderously cold, and the big snow held the houses down and the demons of the Devildom in.
You abruptly stood up. "It is the perfect weather to go ice skating!"
"Ice skating? At this hour?" Satan inquired, giving you a curious glance. The flickering light of the orange flames cast moving shadows on his face, sharpening his features.
"But where? All the rinks are closed up for the holidays," Levi asked. "Besides, there are hardly two hours until midnight!"
"The young lord has a private VIP chalet up in the mountains. I believe there is a frozen lake nearby that would suffice." Barbatos spoke up, looking away from the tray of teacups for a brief moment to meet your gaze.
"Of course Diavolo would have a 5-star chalet in the middle of the Devildom wasteland." Mephistopheles scoffed, waving a gloved hand over his coffee.
"That sounds absolutely perfect! Can we go, Lucifer? Pleeeease?" you asked eagerly. The eldest demon brother was strangely endeared that you sought out his permission despite the Prince of Hell being right in front of you. It was a troublesome demand indeed, but on seeing the sly glint in your eyes, he suspected that you had this entire thing planned out from the beginning.
He sighed. "Very well. You may go."
You silently cheered and started getting everything ready, your excitement becoming increasingly contagious to the other occupants of the room. Mephistopheles rolled his eyes at Lucifer's feigned indifference, and took an obnoxiously loud sip from his cup. "It's always theatrics with you, eh Luci? You're just dying to go with MC, aren't you?"
"Lucifer always had an affinity for the cold. His feathers would get stiff." Raphael remarked, from the other side of the room.
"You were like that too, Raphael." Simeon pointed out.
"Yes, but I would like to see what MC is so excited about. We don't get winters very often in the Celestial realm, and as part of this exchange program, I would like MC and Solomon to help us get acquainted with the seasonal traditions."
The excitement in the room grew as everyone got ready to go to the chalet. Solomon and Thirteen were bickering over the latter's newest trap, which had spilled scalding hot cocoa over the sorcerer's sweater. Asmo and Mammon argued over who would get to skate with you, while Satan and Levi fantasized about the numerous winter-related situations they'd consumed through fiction and media.
Barbatos was trying to stop Diavolo and Luke from planning a huge ice sculpture of the butler for the entrance of the chalet, and Beel consoled his twin, who complained about having to go out in the cold. Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed at his brothers' antics.
He took a sip of the Melancholy coffee you'd made for him, lips curling into a smile at the highly bitter taste. It was a reminder that you harbored so much affection for him. Mephistopheles flashed Lucifer a lazy grin and mimicked his actions, taking a sip from his own cup.
"Oh my, this coffee is SO bitter! I wonder what that means, MC..." he said loud enough for Lucifer to hear every single word. The Avatar of Pride's eye twitched. Why was HIS coffee bitter? Why were you fond of HIM as well? He massaged his temples with a gloved hand; he was beginning to sound like his envious little brother.
"MC, must we bring this obnoxious eggplant along with us?"
"MC dearest, why does this gothic chicken of a killjoy have to tag along?"
"I know you two want to feel like grown demons, but save your cat fight for the snowball showdown-"
"Cat fight?"
"No no no Satan, there's nothing, now go get ready-"
And so the entire group headed up the snowy path to the chalet, with you in the lead. What you didn't expect, though, was the issues all the supernatural beings would face along the way...
LUCIFART
Raphael wasn't wrong when he said Lucifer disliked the cold
The demon clenched his jaw and poorly attempted to conceal his shivering as he crossed his arms very tightly, as if to keep the warmth to himself
He looked almost wistful as he watched you and Solomon flit about, enjoying the winter scenery of the Devildom
Then he saw- THE NERVE OF THIS EGGPLANT
His eyes darkened when he saw Mephistopheles stuck to your side, siphoning all the warmth your human body could provide
And he looked so smug about it too
Mephistopheles seemed to be telling you a story, his face way too close to yours
No, this would not do at all
Lucifer composed himself before lengthening his stride to catch up with you and Mephistopheles
This man has perpetually cold hands, you can't tell me otherwise
Lucifer slips a glove off and clamps his hand down on Mephistopheles' shoulder, making sure to brush his freezing index finger against the demon's neck
Mephistopheles flinched violently at the sudden icy contact, and in the few seconds he was separated from you, Lucifer moved in and placed his other gloved hand on the small of your back
The purple-haired noble demon shot him a frosty glare (haha pun intended) and trailed behind the two of you
Lucifer ignored him and glanced down at you
He nearly did a double take when he noticed how breathtaking you looked
He wasn't the only one who noticed, though
Snowflakes graced your eyelashes, making them look extremely sparkly; the moonlight reflected off of the snow and highlighted your features as lazy rings of fog escaped from your mouth in short breaths
His heart did a backflip
Your body heat was like a bear hug
Satan made a snide remark about how he looked like a little blackbird seeking warmth, and Lucifer was about to direct one of the most scalding insults his brother's way when you spoke up instead
"Yes, MY ethereal little blackbird."
Yeah his face is red from the cold, totally not because of your adorable comment
MAMMOAN
Mammon was silently complaining about his lack of MC time
You slipped your arm around one of his and starting humming a carol under your breath
He was practically being dragged along, one step behind you
You decided it was a good idea to pull him even closer, tightly pressed to your side
Suddenly he stopped freezing. His face? VERY WARM.
"Can't let my first man get cold now, can I?" you teased.
Marry him right now
One of his crow familiars spotted the two of you and flew over, landing on your shoulder
You laughed in delight and let the crow hop into your hands
You cradled the sweet little bird against your chest, and it bathed in your glorious human warmth
Mammon gazed at his familiar fondly, but not without a hint of jealousy
Mammon tried to ignore your staring, until he got exasperated and asked, "What're ya lookin' at?!"
"You look stunning."
Error: The Avatar of Greed.exe has stopped working
Without giving him a moment to respond, you dragged him ahead
Happy birb man <3
LEVI-cHaN~
Levi was not used to being outside during winters
He was unusually sleepy, but he pinned it on standing near Belphie for too long
He walked over to you and draped an arm around your shoulders lazily
Your warmth was intoxicating
Your proximity, even more so...
"Hey MC, this reminds me of an anime..."
You waited for him to go on his usual lengthy explanation about some plot of a show he had watched, but he remained silent
His face was really close to yours, and to your surprise, he smooshed his cheek into yours, letting the warmth seep in
"Mmm...how warm."
You gave him a quizzical glance; he seemed so out of character
And then it hit you
Reptilian creatures were supposed to be hibernating around this time
"You look absolutely enchanting, Henry."
Yeahhh he's really drowsy
As if he wasn't being assertive already, the envy washing off of his brothers only served to fuel his confidence
Grinning, he wrapped his arms around your waist while standing behind you, and buried his face into your neck
His hot breath fanned across your skin as he inhaled and exhaled slowly, leaning on you for support
Sleepy snek 🧡
ASMHOEDEUS
Asmo was SO not having it
The weather was really bad for his skin! It would get all dry and scratchy
"MC! Help me warm up, won't you?~"
He had been hanging off of Solomon for a while, exploiting the sorcerer's warmth, but as soon as he saw you, he bounced right over and hugged you, holding on for dear life
He was shivering so much, you felt bad for the poor demon
You shared your scarf with him, wrapping it around the two of you
This gave him an excuse to practically cuddle you while standing
He stuck his tongue out to catch the falling snowflakes
"You're so cute, Asmo!"
His eyes widened and his face turned red
How could such a simple compliment bring him down so quickly?
You made him so happy, and he had never felt so accepted and loved before that one moment when you leaned your head against his shoulder
He tugged on the scarf, forcing you to get a little closer to him
He linked his pinky finger with yours, letting the small contact of warmth fill him with a sparkly feeling
He wouldn't give you up for anything
STANLEY
Satan was prone to romanticizing almost every situation that had you in the picture
A snowy night, walking to a chalet...
It was the perfect scene for him to swoop in and steal your affections for himself (much like a cat)
He pried Asmo off of you and held your hand, bringing it up to kiss your knuckles
He held out his arm expectantly, and to his delight, you wrapped your arm around it
He kept you occupied with random stories about snow and forests that he had read about
But he quickly became overwhelmed with your attentive gaze trained on him
The cold sharpened his senses, and he was becoming increasingly aware of his heart rattling inside his chest
You slipped your hands into his sweater sleeves, holding onto his wrist instead of his hand
Oh dear.
Were your hands always this soft?
You began to tell him a few stories of your own, about traditions that humans have been following for centuries, and the tales behind them
He watched your eyes sparkle in the moonlight, and how your breath came out in little puffs of fog
Oh, but when you looked at him with those adoring eyes of yours, his heart nearly stopped
You make him feel like he's in his very own fairy tale
BEELZEBURGER AND BELPHEEHEE
Beel carried his twin as he walked up the path
Belphie couldn't seem to fall asleep because of the cold, so he resorted to being carried like a rag doll
The two of them watched you chirping random comments about holiday traditions to the others
"Hey Beel."
"Yeah?"
"The others are hogging MC to themselves a little too much, don't you think?"
"Let's keep MC to ourselves for a while then."
Beel let Belphie down ever so quietly, and the two of them broke their slow stride to approach either side of you
You were too busy focusing on the path to the chalet to notice what they were doing
Belphie used his influence to make you tired to the point where you had to lean on him and Beel for support
You would've noticed the Avatar of Sloth's evil smile if it weren't for the head pats he was distracting you with
Eventually you slowed down and your legs felt like jelly
Beel offered to carry you and you couldn't say no, he had such a pure smile and you were so tired-
You didn't see the not-so-pure grin he flashed his brother
Evil twins <3
DIAVOLORINO
The prince of hell was ecstatic when you took up his offer of moving to his chalet for ice skating
Everyone had just arrived at the chalet, when he heard Lucifer scolding Beelzebub and Belphegor for something
He watched Beelzebub set you down; his heart skipped when you spotted him and immediately lit up, trotting over
"Dia~ Where's the skating rink?" you playfully asked in a sing-song voice
"I'm not telling," he mimicked your tone. "You have to follow me there if you want to find it."
You let him guide you around the chalet towards the lake
He seemed to be extra touchy today; his hand never left your back, and you leaned back into his touch, still a little drowsy from the twins' little stunt
"Here we are!" he said, grabbing your wrist gently as he led you to the lake docks
Ohoho he's touch starved he's not letting go of you
You didn't really mind; world cold, Diavolo warm
You started inspecting the thickness of the ice to make sure it was safe, leveling an intense stare at the lake
Diavolo felt strangely self-conscious about it; it was his lake beside his chalet, after all
After you threw a few big rocks at the lake to test the strength of the ice layer, you turned to him with a satisfied grin
Oh, what he wouldn't do to be the reason for that grin
BARBZ
He watched you leap around the lake, trying to figure out how anything you were doing was relevant to the task at hand
Oh, you were checking the ice thickness?
"MC even if Cerberus tried to cannonball through the ice it would not crack. I believe it is a hundred-percent safe."
"Oh okay! Can you help me find a pair of skates?"
"Of course, follow me." said the butler, with a sly smile that indicated that he was in fact, NOT about to do what he promised he would do
Just like Diavolo, he held a hand to your back (is that just a thing with royals, or-) as he led you into the chalet
The heated air of the building rushed to greet you, and the blood rushed to your face as you reveled in the warmth
Barbatos knew where the room with skates were; he definitely did not know why he "couldn't seem to find the room", though
He "accidentally" brushed against you several times while backtracking
"Dear me, it has been quite a while since we've last visited this particular chalet. Maybe if we check this ridiculously narrow doorway? ;)"
"Oh, we've found them."
"Are they too high for you to reach?"
"I will get them for you, do not worry." ;)
*Proceeds to stand right behind you, arm grazing your shoulder as he plucks the pair of skates off the shelf that was definitely close enough for you to reach*
It's probably time for his hibernation cycle as well, get some sleep Barbatos
Sweet dreams~
SIMEONROLL AND SOLOBABY
Your first mistake was leaving the chalet immediately after retrieving ice skates
You second mistake was trying to cut through Simeon and Solomon instead of walking around them
The moment you brushed against their sides...
Purgatory Hall Sandwich :D
I am not kidding they are not leaving your side
They are Annas and you are their Elsa
The cold never bothered you anyways now give them your warmth
"Ah MC, there you are! Why don't we go back inside for a while? It's quite cold right now."
"Shhh, Simeon! We're supposed to keep them OUTside, not inside."
"Oh, right-"
*sounds of holy and shady laughter*
Luke watches the three of you, confused by the fact that his two parental figures are standing so close to you
"But Solomon, we could just go inside? It's warmer there, isn't it?
"Shush Luke we're not going back in the chalet we're doing something important-"
"??? Simeon???"
You suppose it feels nice, with the three of you huddled underneath Simeon and Solomon's cloaks
You feel like a caterpillar in a cocoon
Cozy (;
Good thing you didn't see Simeon vigorously shooing Lucifer away, or Solomon using his pact magic to make sure Asmo didn't try to make any moves
LUKE MY SWEET BABY ANGEL- (platonic)
He was so excited to go skating with you!
But the poor child was already so exhausted by the time everyone had reached the chalet, he wanted nothing more than to sit down and rest
He was uncharacteristically quiet as he tugged on your sleeves
Your heart went out to the sleepy angel and you picked him up like a child
Normally he would protest, but you were warm and you were the only person that wouldn't make fun of him
He looked back at the lake wistfully, wishing he could've gone skating too...
...Hold on
Wait a second
Were those demons...
Jealous????
Of a child????
Why did he get to receive your attention and affection? Because he wasn't a vile demon, of course
Or that's what he thought
He stuck his tongue out at the rest of them before promptly falling asleep in your arms
Later to wake up in his bed inside the chalet and experience the magic of teleporting in your sleep
He didn't even remember asking you to take him back
"But MC, one second I was outside and the next thing you know, I'm in my room! It's that weird demon magic, isn't it? I knew I shouldn't have come here with those demons! Not that I didn't want to come here with you and Simeon and Solomon-"
"and maybe Beelzebub, Barbatos and Mammon..."
MEMPHIS TENNESSEE
He spotted you walking out of the chalet after tucking Luke in, and decided to take the opportunity to steal you away
All those other demons had their fun with you, it was his turn now
"Would you like to skate with me?" he asked, extending a gloved hand while bowed ever so slightly
He wasn't self-absorbed like a certain pompous peacock...he could certainly be more courteous to the dear human than Mr. Luci-whatever over there
To his delight, you took his hand eagerly and gingerly stepping onto the surface of the lake, gliding gracefully towards the center
If there was any extra set of skills horse riding had granted him, it was the staying steady while moving at high speeds
He smirked at your wonder as you watched him gracefully twirl around the lake, skating circles around you
He extended a hand, and pulling you along gently, spun you around on your skates
He soon let go, showing off his spins and jumps while telling you ridiculous stories he'd heard while at RAD
Your sparkly laughter only fueled him more, as he told you about all the numerous pranks he'd pulled
His smile grew wider when he spotted an angry Avatar of Pride watching from the sidelines
"Dear Luci was never good at keeping his balance," he called out to you from across the lake
"Makes you wonder what other little activities he's missed out on, because of inadequacy. Little activities...such as this."
He skidded to a stop in front of you, holding both of your hands in his
The heat of your palms was an addicting sensation indeed
Glancing at the fuming figure of the firstborn, he smiled
"Why don't we do this more often, hm? I'm beginning to see what he sees in you."
HOLY ABS DEAR GOD
Raphael gazed at the pair gliding across the ice
Or, to be more precise, he gazed at your laughing face as Mephistopheles called out to you from across the lake, talking about some...D.D.D. stickers
What was it that made you so happy?
Soon, Mephistopheles let you go and you skated over to the docks where he stood
"Hi Raphael! Would you like to skate with me?" you offered
"I'm...not very good at it."
"That's okay, I'll teach you!"
You would teach him?
He watched you intently as you rushed back inside the chalet and came out with an extra pair of skates and...
"Here's a cloak! To keep you warm."
"Thank you. I admit, I am...cold."
You wanted to ask whether he was referring to his temperature or his personality, but any words died on the tip of your tongue when you helped him fasten his cloak
He hadn't realized that his skin felt like ice to the touch until your hands brushed against his arms
The sensation made him feel...funny
"Oh my God, you're freezing!" you exclaimed, making sure the cloak covered his shoulders properly
While his lips were turned downwards in a frown at the vain usage of his Father's name, he couldn't help but feel strangely enamoured by the way you fussed over him
Your arms were nearly wrapped around his torso, almost as if you were hugging him
In the spur of the moment, he wrapped his own arms around you, pulling you flush against him
He ignored the loud and sudden protests from the demon brothers, and basked in your warmth
"Warm enough now?" you asked, looking up at him with a grin after a few moments
"...Yes."
As you pulled away to return to the chalet, he couldn't help but smile to himself
You had ignored all the rather questionable rumors about him and decided to treat him like an old friend from the start
Your kindness had shone through, more times than he could justify
You...were someone worth fighting for
JEEPERS REAPERS
You nearly dragged yourself back towards the chalet, exhausted from all the excitement
You flopped down on the luxurious sofa in front of the fireplace, sinking into the cushions
You barely had time to react as Thirteen came out of the kitchen holding two steaming mugs and plopped herself down beside you
"Did those clowns tire you out?" she asked, voice gentle and laced with sympathy
You nodded wearily, and she handed you one of the mugs; it was hot cocoa with an abundance of mini marshmallows
You eyed it warily and she laughed
"Don't worry! I cook better than a certain mentor of yours."
"I seriously wonder though, what does Raphael see in Solomon's culinary terrorism?"
The two of you talked into the night, exchanging stories until you got too tired to stay awake
There was nearly another round of loud protesting as everyone returned to the chalet to see you asleep and leaning on Thirteen's shoulder, as she braided the stray tassels of your scarf
She recalled your first interaction; she had called you ordinary, and yet...you seemed to take it as a compliment?
"What could possibly be exciting about being ordinary?" she had thought
Now, she fondly looked upon your serene sleeping face, cheek smooshed against her shoulder
a/n - just a random concept that started to rattle around in my lil pea brain, mammon deserves love and support and that’s what this is.
So yeah concept, Mammon works an overnight shift for the first time and his brothers are being supportive (with a lil sprinkle of support from mc :D)
Lucifer is surprised to hear Mammon is going to be working overnight, especially considering his younger brother normally uses that time to get into all sorts of mischief. Lucifer finds himself waiting by his D.D.D all night, sending Mammon texts periodically through the night to make sure he’s doing okay.
Levi advises Mammon on the best energy drinks for pulling all-nighters and which ones to stay away from unless he wants to vibrate for the next three days. Levi also shoots Mammon a text after finishing a late night gaming session to see how his work is going.
Asmo and Satan somehow end up at Mammon’s work at like 4 in the morning because there was coincidentally a party in that area, weird right? And they also coincidentally have brought some snacks and water with them. Asmo is telling Mammon to drink the water so his skin doesn’t suffer. While Satan is all like I read in book somewhere that these snacks help will give you energy. (Which means Satan purposely picked them out for Mammon-)
Also if Mammon has a modelling job the next day, Asmo has an emergency kit waiting at home to make sure Mammon’s skin doesn’t breakout and stays hydrated.
Beel packed Mammon a little lunchbox to take with him to work so he doesn’t get hungry on the job. He worked so hard on it and to not eat it (there’s also a little not in there that says ‘good luck’), he also makes sure that he leaves enough food for Mammon when he gets back for breakfast in the morning.
When Mammon gets to breakfast the next morning he’s surprised that not only is there breakfast waiting for him, but a spot next mc as well. And when mc asks him how work went, and all of his brothers stop talking to listen he completely forgets how tired he is from work.
Belphie uses an opportunity when Lucifer is out of earshot to tell Mammon about some of his secret napping spots at RAD if he gets too tired. Which Belphie may or may not have made sure each spot had a pillow in case Mammon did decide to use them. Although even if Lucifer did spot Mammon sleeping he pretends he doesn’t, sending a text to mc to make sure they come wake up Mammon at the end of the day.
Mammon finds himself asking mc if they put his brothers up to this and when they shake their head, replying with: “no they’re just proud of you.” He suddenly feels very choked up, and he almost cracks when they add: “I am too.” He feels very appreciated.
