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Satan x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 5,088
Warning: NSFW
Satan stared at you in awe as you sat there in his bed, wearing his sweater. Your hair fell effortlessly and your eyes had a natural sparkle to them. You looked so perfect without even trying to.
You graciously ate the breakfast Satan had made you with a content smile on your face. You looked up and noticed him staring at you. A small blush coated your cheeks as you asked, “What?”
Satan smiled softly at you before replying, “I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
From the moment you set foot inside the House of Lamentation, Satan had taken an interest in you. You were just a shy human who had her entire life turned upside down when you were randomly chosen to take part in the demon exchange program. He sympathized for you - he couldn’t even imagine what that would be like.
Sympathy.
Satan couldn’t remember ever having that feeling in his life before he met you. He read about it in his numerous fictional novels, but he never truly understood what it would feel like until he met you. In fact, the only feeling he had truly ever known was wrath. Then you came along and he was suddenly feeling things he never thought were possible.
He didn’t introduce himself to you right away. He kept his distance and studied you, trying to understand what made you so special. He concluded that there had to be a logical reason as to why you had everyone fawning over you. But, the more he stayed away, the less he wanted to; and, eventually it was no longer an option.
You were in the library of RAD, searching for a book when you noticed Satan staring at you. You gave him a smile and he felt his heart skip a beat. Did you just smile at…him? His mind was telling him not to approach you, but his feet had a mission of their own.
You noticed him standing next to you, and your smile returned to your face. “Oh, hey, you’re Satan, right?” you asked him. This was the first time the two of you were talking to each other despite you living in the House with him. Satan was taken aback by the way your voice sounded. He had heard you talking to his brothers; but, for some reason, it sounded so much sweeter when it was directed towards him.
He managed to nod his head in response and you continued to say, “I’m Y/N.” “I know,” Satan replied. A slight blush coated your cheeks as you told him, “Right. I guess everyone knows about the human exchange students.”
“Especially when they live with you,” he added, making you laugh. It was a small laugh, nothing special. But it was like music to his ears, and he was determined to make you laugh again. “Are you looking for a book?” he asked, his attention turning towards the shelf you were standing in front of.
“Yeah, the Devildom has so many interesting books. They’re completely different from the human world’s,” you replied. “Really?” Satan asked, genuinely curious. He assumed the books between both realms would have been the same.
He reached his hand up and pulled a book off the shelf, handing it to you. You took it and read the title, before flipping the book over and reading the small summary on the back. You were already invested just from the few sentences that were written there. “Thank you, I can’t wait to read it,” you told him, flashing him a smile that melted his heart.
You turned towards the librarian desk and started walking to go check out the book. Satan opened his mouth to say something - anything - to keep you talking to him for a while longer. But, you were already at the desk, talking to the librarian.
He watched with a bit of disappointment as she finished checking you out. If only he had thought of something else to say. Then, you turned towards him again and approached him. He immediately straightened as he watched you walk towards him, a glimmer in your eyes.
“Are you heading back to the House?” you asked. He had planned to stay and read for a bit, but this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to miss out on.
“Yes,” he replied and your smile widened. “I have some human books there if you want to borrow them,” you offered and Satan’s eyes lit up. “Thank you,” he replied. You nodded your head and the two of you began walking back to the House together.
There was a bit of side talk, but nothing special. He wasn’t quite sure how to interact with you yet. The only interactions he had in his life were with demons.
You got to the House and you led Satan up to your room. It was weird for him to be in there. His brothers adored the room, often spending their time in there with you. But, this was the first time he had ever set foot in there. You disappeared further into your room for a moment before returning to him with a book in your hands.
You offered it to him, telling him, “This is one of my favorites.” Satan took the book carefully, as if touching it the wrong way would cause it to spontaneously combust. He read the title, gently brushing his fingers over the words.
“I’ll go start reading it in the library right away,” he replied. “I was actually planning on reading for a bit too. Do you mind if I join you?” you asked him. You had always been interested in getting to know Satan, and you were hoping he wouldn’t turn you down.
Satan looked at you in awe and confusion. This was the first time someone had ever asked to hang out with him, willingly. He took a moment to answer, trying to figure out what it was he was feeling right now. What it was that you were making him feel.
He noticed your once hopeful expression was turning into a dejected look the longer he took to reply and he quickly said, “I don’t mind.” A smile lit up your face once again at his words as you told him, “Great, let’s go.”
Satan followed you to the library, watching you every step of the way. You entered the expansive room and continued walking until you were facing the reading area where two chairs and a couch were set up. Satan sat down on the couch, knowing that you would undoubtedly go for one of the chairs. He got comfortable and began reading the book.
However, he froze in his spot, his mind unable to focus as you sat down on the couch next to him. You focused your attention to your own book and Satan peered over his to look at you, his heart racing. You looked so alluring sitting next to him and reading. He wasn’t sure he would be able to get any reading done. Eventually though, he knew he would have to read or he would scare you off by spending the time just staring at you.
So, he began reading the book you gave him, getting lost in the story the author portrayed. You had also gotten lost in the world of the book Satan gave you. Both of you were so invested in the literature that you didn’t realize how late it had gotten until Lucifer came storming into the library.
You both looked up from your books, Satan starting to feel angry that of all his brothers, Lucifer was the one who interrupted his time with you. “There you are,” Lucifer said softly, looking at you. You looked up at him slightly confused and Lucifer told you, “It’s past midnight.”
You and Satan looked at each other shocked as you looked at the clock in the library. How had you both lost track of time so easily. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t even realize,” you replied, putting a bookmark in your book and getting up from the couch much to the dismay of Satan.
You began walking out of the library when you turned to face him. “I’ll see you later,” you told Satan with a smile before heading to your room. Satan couldn’t help the small smile that graced his lips at the idea of spending time with you again.
Satan got to the library early the next day, hoping you would be there as well. However, after a bit of time had passed he had given up on the idea that you were going to show up. Why would you want to?
He was about to go read in his room instead when you came rushing through the doors. Satan’s features immediately brightened when he saw you. You actually came.
“Hi,” you greeted warmly, moving over to the couch and sitting down next to Satan again. “Hi,” he replied, sounding more confident this time. “How was your day?” you asked him and he looked surprised by the question. You seemed honestly interested in knowing.
“It was good,” he replied. “Good,” you told him, flashing him a smile before opening your book and continuing to read. You two sat in silence for a while, your eyes scanning over the pages. Until suddenly you heard Satan mutter, “That can’t be.”
You tore your eyes away from your book to look up at the demon. You could tell by the look of the book about which part he had gotten to and a small smirk fell to your lips. It was one of your favorite parts.
You continued reading and a little while later you let out a small gasp. One of your favorite characters had died and no one knew what happened. Satan raised an eyebrow at the sound you had made and you looked up at him.
“She’s dead,” you told him. He watched you as your eyes rescanned the page, softly biting on your bottom lip as thoughts began running rampant through your head. Satan let his eyes trail to your bottom lip, letting himself get distracted at the ideas of how he would bite it.
He quickly snapped out of his thoughts before looking back at your eyes. He could tell your head was spinning with theories. He smirked slightly before asking, “What are you thinking about?” “I’m trying to figure out who killed her,” you replied.
“Who? The book deems it a suicide,” Satan replied. “Yeah, but that doesn’t add up. I mean first of all, she was found in a location that she had no business being in. Not to mention, to get there, someone would have had to let her in. She had a phobia of guns and yet that’s the weapon that was used. And on top of all of that, she had no history of depression, and she had just gotten a huge promotion at her job that she’s been working towards for years,” you explained.
“So, you think she was murdered?” Satan questioned, his smirk growing even more. “Yes, and if I had to guess who did it, I would say it was the boyfriend,” you replied, your eyes returning to the pages. A look of adoration shone through Satan’s green eyes as he looked at you, knowing you were absolutely correct. He couldn’t wait for you to find out.
He continued to read his book, stopping briefly every so often to clarify things with you about the human world that he was unfamiliar with. You were happy to share the information you had with him. Just as he was happy to do the same for you when it came to Devildom.
The night was drawing to a close and you were so close to finishing the book. You had to pay attention to the clock this time after promising Lucifer you would make sure to be in your room by curfew. You felt like you were racing against the clock to try and finish the book. Satan noticed what you were doing and couldn’t help but watch in amusement. He was curious if you would manage to pull it off.
Your eyes read the last few words on the page and you smiled as you excitedly said, “I knew it!” Satan let out a small laugh as you closed the book, a small blush coating your cheeks. “Sorry,” you muttered. “Don’t be. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone else who guessed it was a murder and guessed who did it. Well...anyone but me,” Satan replied.
You smiled and opened your mouth to continue the conversation when suddenly you realized the time. “Uh oh,” you whispered. “You should get back to your room,” Satan told you. You nodded your head and wished him a good night before heading off to your room, going to bed with a smile on your face.
Satan didn’t see you for the next few days and he was starting to worry that maybe you didn’t want to spend time with him anymore. He decided to read in his room for the night, not expecting you to show up at the library.
He had just gotten comfortable when there was suddenly a knock on his door. He was slightly irritated, expecting it to be one of his brothers with an insignificant reason as to why they were interrupting his time. But, when he opened the door, he saw you standing there, holding something behind your back.
“Sorry, am I interrupting?” you asked, your smile faltering just a bit. “Not at all,” he replied, surprised at how relieved he felt just to see you. “I got you a present,” you told him, holding out a book. Satan felt a whole new emotion rise up in him as he took the book from you and read the title. It was the second book to the one he had recommended you read. He had told you he never got the chance to read it himself. “They only had one copy, so I was wondering if you wanted to read it with me,” you said, a bit nervously, avoiding his gaze.
Satan smiled - a genuine smile - before his eyes lit up with excitement. “I’d love to,” he told you and your eyes finally met his. You took his hand in yours and his cheeks felt warm as you led him to the library.
When you got there, Satan sat down on the couch and you sat down next to him. You had to sit very close so you could both read the book, but you tried to be respectful of his space. Satan was blushing, looking very flustered, but opened the book.
You each began reading, your paces matching perfectly - as if you were meant to read together. Your reactions fed off of each other and you noticed yourself relaxing to Satan, your body pressing a bit further into him.
Your movement made him pause for a moment, his heart racing at an unbelievable pace as you sat next to him. But, he noticed that, for some reason, being this close to you felt undeniably right.
It had gotten late and you had just finished a chapter so you suggested you go to bed and pick up tomorrow. You got up first and then Satan got up as well, marking the spot with a bookmark. “See you tomorrow!” you told him, chastely pressing your lips to his cheek before bounding off to your room.
Satan stood there, frozen in shock, before gently pressing his fingers to the spot where your lips had touched him. Had you meant to do that? It felt so natural. As if you had done it a thousand times. Satan tried to get his breathing under control as he went back to his room for the night.
The next day, you woke up with so much excitement to see Satan again. You couldn’t wait to continue the story. But, the other demon brothers had different plans. They had you go with them to run some errands. You weren’t super happy about it, but complied. You texted Satan to let him know you would be late and ran around town with the others.
When you got back to the House of Lamentation, you were exhausted but still intent on seeing Satan. You went to the library and smiled when you saw that he was there, reading a different book to pass time.
“Hi,” you said, collapsing onto the couch next to him. He noticed your tired look and asked, “Are you okay?” You nodded your head before telling him, “Just tired. Your brothers wore me out today.” A slight frown formed as Satan suggested, “We could just pick the story up tomorrow, if you’d rather.”
You wanted to spend time with Satan so you quickly shook your head no. But, you doubted you would be able to keep up with his pace tonight. Suddenly, an idea came to your mind. “Would you read it to me?”
Satan was slightly taken aback by your question but agreed to it. You settled into his side, keeping your eyes on the book, even though he was reading the words out loud to you. He had one of his arms around you to properly hold the book.
He was in the middle of the sentence when suddenly, he forgot how to read. Or maybe he forgot how to speak. Because suddenly your head had fallen to his chest. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down and noticed you were fast asleep. Panic set in as he tried to figure out what he should do. Should he wake you? You looked so peaceful sleeping though. Would you be mad if he let you sleep on him? Surely not, right?
Satan set the book down and shifted a bit so you both sat more comfortably on the couch. Upon moving, you moved your arm to wrap around his torso as you nuzzled further into his chest. Satan was so thankful that you were asleep so that you wouldn’t see how hard he was blushing or how nervous you made him.
He was able to reach a nearby blanket and carefully draped it over you before letting his arms hold you. He decided that even if there was another war happening outside, he was not going to move from this position. Soon, he fell asleep as well.
You woke up the next morning, feeling something warm pressed against you. You fluttered your eyes open and noticed that it was Satan. You looked around and realized you had fallen asleep on him in the library. You blushed and moved slightly, waking him. “Good morning,” he mumbled, his deep, groggy voice sending a shiver down your spine.
“Good morning,” you replied, moving to a sitting position. Satan immediately missed your warmth. He expected you to yell at him for not waking you up sooner, but instead you just smiled and asked him if he wanted to have breakfast with you.
There was no school today so you had the whole day to yourselves. You had a nice breakfast together, surprised that the other brothers weren’t there. Then, Satan didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted to do before you were both making your way back to the library.
You spent the next few hours reading the book, each of your own theories spinning in your head about who the murderer was. “It’s the spouse again,” Satan stated with confidence. You disagreed. “No, it’s the sister!” you argued. Satan looked borderline offended that you had proposed that idea. “Where did you even get that idea?” he asked. “The evidence is all over the book,” you replied. “No, it’s clear the spouse has struck yet again.”
“Fine, keep reading. I’ll prove you wrong,” you replied, a smirk on your face. Few had ever dared to challenge the Avatar of Wrath, and something about the way you challenged him made him all the more excited.
The two of you continued to read the book, grasping on to every word until you got to the last chapter. You sat closer to Satan, your attention completely on the book as the two of you read the ending. “So…,” he began. “It was the sister and the spouse,” you muttered. This was a turn of events. “So, we were both right,” he stated. A small pout formed on your lips. “I really wanted to prove you wrong,” you said, crossing your arms in disappointment.
Satan looked at your expression and couldn’t help but notice how adorable you looked right now. Without thinking, he gently rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip that was jutted out in mock sadness. Your heart stopped beating as it brushed over your lip. You stared at Satan in shock as tension filled the air between the two of you.
Satan blinked a couple of times before realizing what he just did. A blush immediately graced his cheeks as he pulled his hand away from you. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking anywhere but you. He didn’t even want to begin to think what you must think of him after that.
He moved to stand up, but you were quick to action. “Wait,” you said softly placing a hand on his arm, keeping him in his place. He looked at you in shock, waiting for you to say something; but, you had no words.
Instead, you leaned forward, placing your lips on his in a gentle kiss. Satan felt a wave of emotions. His mind began racing with thoughts as his body reacted to the kiss on its own. He had read about it before, but he never truly understood until now…this was…love.
As soon as he realized what the feeling was, he couldn’t get enough of it. He wanted more. He needed more. In one swift motion, he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling either side of him as he gently cupped your cheeks with his hands.
He pulled away for a moment, looking into your eyes. He silently asked if it was okay for the two of you to continue and you answered his question by reconnecting your lips. You settled your hips on him as you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly.
Satan let out a small gasp at the feeling and you took the opportunity to insert your tongue into his mouth, doing everything in your power to please Satan. This was all new to him. He never had someone he felt this way about.
He wrapped his own hand in your hair as he bit your lower lip - something he had been wanting to do since that day he saw you gently bringing it in between your own teeth. The once quiet and shy bookworm was now experiencing a new side of himself and you were loving it.
He entangled his fingers into your hair even more, tugging on it enough to not hurt you but to jerk your head back, exposing your neck to him. He stared at it for a moment, admiring it, before placing sloppy kisses on it. He used his tongue to try and taste every inch of your neck before deciding on a slightly more dangerous option and he began sucking and biting the delicate skin.
You let out a small moan as he reached a particularly sensitive spot and Satan’s eyes widened. It was a simple moan - a taste of what was in store if the two of you continued. But it sent him over the edge.
He pulled away suddenly and you let out a small whimper, immediately missing the feeling of his lips. You dropped your head back down and made eye contact with him. His eyes were filled with lust and excitement that only turned you on more.
“Do you want to go to my room for the night?” he asked you simply. It was an innocent question, but it implied far less innocent actions. You nodded your head, immediately getting off of Satan. The two of you had smiles plastered on your face as he led you to his room.
As soon as the both of you were in, you shut the door and he pressed you up against it, no longer able to control his lust. He immediately began kissing you, but it wasn’t like before. These kisses were desperate - needy.
You pulled him close, deepening the kiss, before deciding to roll your hips against his. He let out a groan against your lips, the simple motion eliciting a surprising amount of pleasure. You helped him pull off his shirt and your hands immediately began exploring his chest and abdomen, appreciating how fit he was.
You pushed him towards the bed and Satan sat down with you straddling him once again. This time, it was your turn to begin kissing down his neck, leaving your own love marks. Satan relished in the feeling of your lips on his skin; and, when he had enough, he flipped the two of you so that he was back in control.
He quickly removed your shirt, taking a moment to fully take in your beauty before going back to his mission of pleasuring you. His hands reached behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as he unhooked your bra.
Then his lips and hands were caressing every part of your chest. He wanted to mark you as his as much as possible, making sure to place a kiss on every part he marked. The feelings his mouth and hands gave you were something you had never felt before - and, it left you craving for more.
Your hips involuntarily rolled against his again and Satan let out a small chuckle. He was just happy you were wanting him as badly as he was wanting you.
He carefully undid your pants before sliding them down, leaving you in nothing but your panties. Satan stroked the soft skin of your thighs before positioning himself in front of you. He bent down and began kissing and licking up the inner part of your thighs and you let out a few more moans, his mouth getting so close to where you wanted him more than anything.
He placed another kiss on your mound, over the panties, and you were sure that at this point, they were ruined. “Satan,” you moaned out. You were tired of the teasing. You wanted him - all of him.
Satan’s heart stopped beating as you moaned out his name. It had to be his favorite sound he has ever heard. He quickly removed your panties before taking off his own pants and boxers. He kissed back up your body, his hands freely roaming, before he locked eyes with you - once again silently asking you a question.
You gave him a small nod of your head and he kissed you passionately as he finally thrusted into you. His mind was clouded at the feeling of how tight you felt around him, and you were lost in the feeling of how good he felt inside you.
He slowly began moving, continuing to kiss you as he mumbled against your lips. You felt so fucking good. His thrusts became quicker and quicker as the room began filling with both of your moans. You gripped his back roughly, your nails threatening to leave scratch marks as you felt you yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.
Satan intertwined your fingers with his as he knew you were close. You moaned out his name one more time and he pulled you close as he finally let himself release. You followed shortly after, the noise in the room being reduced to heavy pants as you both came down from your high.
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When Satan woke up the next morning, he was surprised to feel a warmth sleeping next to him. His eyes fluttered open and he couldn’t help but smile as he saw you there. Memories flashed through his mind of him marking you as his, and he would gladly do it over and over again.
His eyes trailed down from your face to your chest and he noticed that you were wearing his sweater. You must have put it on at some point during the night.
He wanted to do something nice for you. Something to show you that you meant something to him. His mind went back to his books and he recalled how some significant others would cook their spouses breakfast to signify their night together.
Satan thought it was a good idea, so he snuck downstairs and did his best to recreate some of the human breakfast options he had read about. When he was satisfied with what he had made, he brought it upstairs to his room.
He quietly entered the room and set the tray on the bed before leaning in closer to you. Why did you always have to look so adorable? He leaned down and gently placed a kiss on your lips. You felt a smile forming on your face as you slowly opened your eyes to see your favorite demon sitting in front of you.
“Good morning,” you said groggily, remembering everything that had happened last night. “I made you breakfast,” Satan told you, a small smile resting on his features. Your eyes lit up with excitement as you quickly sat up, looking at the tray.
You felt your heart swell with joy and you pulled him into a hug. “Thank you,” you told him, before pulling back. He gave you a small nod, the blush on his cheeks still present as he brought the tray in between the two of you.
Satan stared at you in awe as you sat there in his bed, wearing his sweater. Your hair fell effortlessly and your eyes had a natural sparkle to them. You looked so perfect without even trying to.
You graciously ate the breakfast Satan had made you with a content smile on your face. You looked up and noticed him staring at you. A small blush coated your cheeks as you asked, “What?”
Satan smiled softly at you before replying, "I can’t get over how a few months ago, I wanted to learn your name, and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
Summary: The brothers say something too harsh to MC so MC refuses to talk to them or interact with them.
The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader
Word Count: 8,242
It wasn’t unusual for Lucifer to get snappy with others.
He was constantly overworked and over exhausted and his brothers liked to cause as much trouble for him as possible.
But, no matter how tired he was, Lucifer always did his best to keep his composure around you.
He had been working really hard on a specific project for Lord Diavolo recently and you could see how tired he was.
You made frequent trips to his study, bringing him his favorite drink and massaging his shoulders whenever you could to try to help.
But, now Lucifer was barely able to keep his eyes open anymore and you couldn’t stand to see him like this.
You carefully approached him and gently rubbed his arm, taking a seat next to him. He didn’t even look up from his papers.
“Lucifer, I think you should take a break,” you told him honestly.
“I don’t have time for that Y/N,” he replied, continuing to work.
“At least for a little bit? A break would do you some good,” you tried again, and he let out an irritated sigh.
“I already told you, I don’t have time for that,” he reiterated, more annoyed this time.
But, you were really worried about him, so you didn’t want to give up so easily.
“Lucifer,” you began again and he slammed his hand down on his desk making you let out a small gasp.
“What I’m doing is important and I need to concentrate, so if you’re just going to keep pestering me then just leave because, at this point, all you are is a nuisance,” he stated coldly.
You looked at him for a moment, feeling the sting of his words but not knowing how to react. He didn’t even care enough to see that his words had hurt you.
“Fine,” you muttered before getting up and leaving his study.
Lucifer was really in the thick of it with work so he didn’t even realize the words that he had said and how they must have hurt you until later.
He was still in his study and he sat back in his chair, rolling shoulders as he let out a small groan of pain. They were sore from spending so much time in the same position. Usually, you would try and massage them to help prevent them from getting to this point.
He then looked down at his teacup and noticed that it was completely empty and had been for a while. But, you always made sure to bring him his favorite drink so that he could continue to work.
That’s when Lucifer began thinking back to the last time he saw you enter his study and what happened the last time.
He let out a deep sigh as he replayed the words he had said to you in his head. Surely, you knew that he didn’t mean them, right? He loved you and you had to know that.
He wanted nothing more than to go and apologize to you but he had to keep working. It was his responsibility.
Meanwhile, you avoided Lucifer’s study at all costs. You were just trying to help Lucifer and if he couldn’t see that then you didn’t have anything else to say to him.
Lucifer only lasted one day without seeing you when he started to grow concerned. He tried sending you a couple of text messages, not wanting to leave his study, but he was met with crickets and he couldn’t stand it any longer.
He had reached a point in the project where, perhaps, he could take a small break and he immediately went to your bedroom, knocking on your door.
There was no answer and while he was tempted to break it down to make sure you weren’t in there ignoring him, he kept his composure.
You had just come back from the kitchen, a drink in hand when you saw Lucifer standing in front of your bedroom door.
You stopped in your tracks as the two of you made eye contact and you took in his appearance.
He looked even more miserable than he did the last time you saw him.
Neither of you said anything for a few moments, just staring at each other.
After another moment, you spun on your heels, trying to retreat back to the kitchen.
Lucifer was in front of you in an instant, inches away from you and the close proximity itself was enough to start revitalizing him.
“Are you avoiding me?” he asked, his deep voice wanting to make you swoon after not hearing it for an entire day. But, you stood your ground.
“Why shouldn’t I be? Since I’m just a nuisance to you and all,” you replied, your eyes filled with noticeable seriousness and hurt.
It took a lot to make Lucifer falter, but when you threw his words to you back at him, he nearly winced as if you slapped him.
He took a step closer to you before telling you, “You know that I don’t really think that.”
You let out a small sigh as you looked down to the ground and Lucifer realized that maybe he had really messed up this time. Maybe you really didn’t know how he truly felt about you.
He gently raised your chin with one of his gloved hands so that you were looking at him before gently pressing his lips on yours in an intimate kiss.
When he pulled away, his eyes locked with you as he told you, “You could never be a nuisance to me, because I love you.”
And those were the words you were waiting to hear - the ones that always made you swoon even if you were mad at him.
“Please, come back and join me in my study,” he asked, his hand dropping down to interlace his fingers with yours.
Under his intense gaze, you couldn’t help but feel your resolve cracking as you allowed him to lead you to his study.
Once there, you told Lucifer, “You still have some making up to do.” Lucifer smirked slightly at your words before sitting down on his chair and pulling you into his lap.
You nearly spilled your drink at his actions and his smirk only grew. “I still have some work to do, but this way, I can pay attention to you as well,” he told you, one arm wrapping around you to keep you in place while the other continued to write on the document in front of him.
You opened your mouth to reply, but Lucifer continued to speak before you could, his lips inches from your ear as he told you, “Then, when I’m done with this, you can have my full attention.”
Mammon had just completed a long photoshoot for a magazine that wanted him to be his model.
It was a lot of work, but the paycheck was worth it and he already knew what he wanted to do with it. Take you on a date!
Mammon was so excited to take you out that you couldn’t help but say yes.
He was always in a good mood whenever he came into money, no matter how that may be, but it was even better when he got to spend time with you because of it.
He had a whole plan to take you to a traveling carnival that was passing through the Devildom and the two of you left almost immediately.
The carnival was a lot bigger than you were expecting, filled with rides, food stalls, thrill acts and so much more.
You had been enjoying your time with Mammon there and it was one of the rare times that you got to see him drop his act and just be himself around you without the worry of one of his brothers being around.
He was even holding your hand the entire time, a small blush coating his cheeks as he tried to play the action off like it was no big deal.
After going on one of the more thrilling rides, the two of you decided to take a break and you sat down on a nearby bench as you watched one of the acts that was performing.
Your head rested against Mammon’s shoulder and this thumb traced circles on the back of your hand.
Suddenly, a random demon appeared sitting right next to Mammon and looking at the two of you.
You raised your head to pay attention, confused as to what he wanted and the demon leaned in closer, talking in a quiet voice. Mammon was about to tell him to get lost when the demon spoke.
“You’re Mammon, the Avatar of Greed, right?” the demon asked with hope in his eyes.
You and Mammon shared a look, questioning how this demon knew Mammon and that was all the confirmation he needed.
“I knew it!” he said with a smile before adding, “Please, sir, follow me and I’ll lead you to the undercover casino.”
Mammon’s eyes widened at his words. “Undercover casino?” Mammon asked. He didn’t know there would be one at this carnival.
“Yes, you’re one of our best patrons. If you come with me, we can treat you to the full service,” the demon replied and you could practically see Mammon’s eyes light up with gold.
“Mammon, I don’t think we should-,” you tried to say but you were cut off by him jumping up, a large smile on his face.
“Lead the way!” Mammon said and the demon lit up as he began showing the two of you the way.
“Mammon, I think this is a bad idea,” you told him and he gave your hand a small squeeze.
“Don’t worry! We’ll only stay for a few minutes,” he replied, and you let out a small sigh. It was never a few minutes.
And you were right, just like you knew you would be. The two of you were there for at least an hour as Mammon’s train of thought was completely taken over by his greed.
“I’m sorry, sir, but if you want to keep playing, you’ll have to put up more money,” the dealer stated and Mammon searched his wallet for more. Empty.
“Y/N, loan me some money, will ya’?” Mammon asked and you could feel yourself start to get annoyed.
“Mammon, you already lost all of the money you earned from that job. Let’s just call it a night,” you tried to reason with him, but his lips turned into a frown.
“C’mon, don’t be such a killjoy. I’m gonna win big this time, I know it!” Mammon tried to convince you, but you were done with the casino.
“Mammon, we should go home,” you stated more firmly.
“I spent the whole night doin’ what you wanted, so the least you could do is spend some time doin’ what I want!” Mammon argued.
His words cut you, but you tried to gain control of the situation. “Mammon-,” you tried once again but he cut you off with a loud groan of frustration.
“If I wanted someone to ruin my fun then I would have taken Lucifer,” Mammon stated before muttering, “Jeez, I don’t even know why I took ya’ out in the first place.”
Your heart dropped at his words as you felt tears sting your eyes, but you wouldn’t let him see them fall. Fine.
You searched through your things to find your money and handed it to Mammon who had a large smile on his face at the sight of it. “Bet as much as you want. I’m going home,” you stated before walking away and back to the House of Lamentation.
Just as you knew, once again, Mammon lost all of the money you had given him and now he had nothing left.
He looked around the casino for you and when he couldn’t find you, he started calling you and texting you. Did you really leave?
As the money-hungry fog started to lift from his mind, Mammon was able to start thinking clearly and he realized just how badly he had messed up.
He continued to try to call you as he made his way back to the House of Lamentation, but you refused to answer his calls.
When he got to the house, he immediately went to your room and knocked on your bedroom door, but he was met with more silence.
He tried to get you to open the door the entire night but when he realized you weren’t going to, he sulked back to his room. How was he supposed to fix this if you wouldn’t talk to him?
Your silent treatment continued for the next few days. You wouldn’t talk to him at RAD and you would lock him out of your room before he had a chance to talk to you back at the House of Lamentation.
Mammon was growing more and more depressed about it too. He wasn’t sleeping, he was barely eating, and he felt like there was nothing he could do about it.
You had purposefully been only leaving your room at times when you thought Mammon would be out of the house or asleep.
It was too painful to see after the things he said to you when you were just trying to keep him from getting further into debt.
It was a little after midnight when you decided to go to the kitchen to get some food. You managed to make it to the fridge with no problem, but right as you grabbed the item you wanted, Mammon suddenly entered.
The two of you looked at each other in shock, neither one of you expecting the other to be there.
You wanted nothing more than to go back to your room, but he was blocking the exit.
“Uh…hi,” Mammon said, looking down at the ground. He was nervous and under any other circumstance, you would feel a little bad for him.
He didn’t say anything else, so you decided to try to push past him to get back to your room.
But as you passed him, Mammon gently grabbed your arm. “Wait,” he said, finally bringing himself to look at you and you paused to listen to what he had to say.
He was bad at speeches so he said the first thing that came to his mind. “I miss ya’.”
And his puppy dog eyes and those words that sounded so sad were enough to almost make you cave. Almost.
Mammon could tell it wasn’t enough so he continued to say, “I’m sorry about what I said. You’re the only one I want to go out with and I don’t know why ya’ even agreed to go out with me,” he told you honestly and you could see the heartbreak in his eyes, shattering the walls that you had put up.
You gently reached up and cupped his cheek with one of your hands and he immediately leaned into your touch.
You pulled away after a moment and began walking to your room, leaving a very confused Mammon standing there.
You turned back to face him when you realized he wasn’t following you and you motioned towards your room before asking, “Are you coming?”
He got a big smile at your words and he nodded his head, letting you lead him to your room.
As soon as you shut the door, Mammon engulfed you in his arms, pulling you onto the bed and refusing to let go.
You let yourself melt in his embrace before telling him, “No more gambling on dates.”
He gently pressed his lips to yours before replying, “Promise.”
There were a few things that Levi was uptight about and those things usually had something to do with either his anime, manga, or videogames.
Other than those things, Levi was usually pretty nonchalant. He didn’t care what others did or didn’t do and he didn’t complain if they didn’t spend time with him.
He just usually did his own thing and you admired him for that.
It didn’t take long for you and Levi to start hanging out, common interests bringing the two of you together.
And Levi soon found that he was going against all of his beliefs as a shut-in. He was starting to actually care about what others did. Well, about what one person did in particular.
Things that Levi used to love to do by himself didn’t seem as fun when you weren’t around, so he tried to invite you over as much as he possibly could.
You didn’t mind at all because Levi usually invited you to do something you liked doing anyway.
Levi never had someone that liked the same things he liked as much as you did, which is probably what added to his infatuation of spending time with you.
And it was like a secret that only the two of you shared, or a language that only the two of you knew how to speak.
Or, that’s how Levi thought of it until he caught you and Solomon talking at RAD.
You had mentioned one of your and Levi’s favorite games to Solomon and he had, surprisingly, known about it.
So the two of you started talking about all your favorite characters and mechanics of the game.
In your defense, it was a completely innocent conversation between friends, but Levi didn’t see it that way.
What he saw is the way you smiled at Solomon as he spoke, in a way that Levi only wanted you to look at him.
And what he heard was the way you sweetly laughed at Solomon’s jokes, with a laugh that was supposed to be reserved for his ears.
And then, you invited Solomon to come over to the House of Lamentation and play the game with you and Levi.
His sin had taken over him faster than he could process what was happening and he stood in between you and Solomon in his demon form, a very unhappy look on his place.
“Levi? Are you okay?” you asked him, worried when you saw the form he was in.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked you, sending a glance to Solomon.
“We were just talking,” you replied, confused as to what he was getting at.
“You invited him to play our game!” Levi snapped back and you and Solomon shared a look as you realized why he might be upset.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” you replied honestly. Solomon and Levi were friends and Solomon had come over lots of time to play games with Levi, so why should this time be any different?
But your words seemed to only set Levi off more as his insecurities got the better of him.
“Well, it might not seem like a big deal to you but it’s a big deal to me,” he replied and you could hear the hurt in his voice. The conversation was spiraling and you didn’t know how to stop it.
“Levi, I didn’t mean anything by that,” you tried to reason but he was too far in his head down.
“This is what I get I guess,” he stated and you looked at him.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you questioned.
“It means I never should have tried to be friends with some lame normie who doesn’t care about anyone but themselves,” Levi snapped back and this time it was your turn to be hurt.
“Let’s all calm down,” Solomon interjected, trying to de-escalate the situation and Levi’s demon form caught the attention of Lucifer. Levi knew furthering the fight would only get him involved, so he backed down.
“Whatever,” Levi muttered before walking away and Solomon turned to you.
“Are you okay?” Solomon asked you and you replied with a short, “I’m fine.”
You went back to the House of Lamentation with the full intention of avoiding Levi and giving him the silent treatment, which was all too easy to do because he didn’t leave his room after the fight.
You were both getting more and more miserable as you spent time apart, but Levi was upset because he thought you liked Solomon and you were upset because of what he said to you so neither of you were ready to apologize.
After about a week of the two of you not speaking, it was starting to affect everyone else as well.
Solomon decided to do something about it since he was technically involved.
He came to Levi’s room, fully expecting Levi to not answer the door; but, he had.
Truth be told, Levi had only opened it in the hopes that you would be on the other side but he was largely disappointed when he saw Solomon standing there.
“What are you doing here?” Levi asked and Solomon gave him an innocent smile.
“I was hoping to talk to you for a moment,” Solomon replied.
“About what?” Levi asked and Solomon’s expression turned to a serious one.
“About Y/N,” he replied and at the mention of your name, a blush rose to Levi’s cheeks.
“I don’t want to talk about them,” Levi replied, attempting to shut the door to his room but Solomon stopped him.
“Please, just listen,” Solomon said and Levi, having no choice, let him continue.
“The only reason that Y/N and I were talking about the game was because they were telling me how much they’ve been enjoying playing it with you,” Solomon told Levi.
“So?” Levi asked and Solomon wanted to roll his eyes at the oblivious demon.
“They were telling me about how much they’ve been enjoying spending time with you,” Solomon tried to further clarify.
Something clicked in Levi’s mind this time and his cheeks burned a furious red as he understood what Solomon was trying to say.
He quickly slammed the door on Solomon’s face to process the new information on his own and then he felt like a total idiot for snapping at you.
It only took him a few more minutes to show up at your door, nervously knocking on it.
You opened it a few moments later and Levi saw his own miserableness reflected on you.
“I…I know I messed everything up a-and you’ll probably never forgive me. But, I wanted to say I’m sorry and ask if you wanted to play some games,” Levi said practically in one breath before he could chicken out of it.
He held your favorite game in his hands along with some snacks, hoping that you would let him in.
“Why would you want to spend time with a lame normie like me?” you asked and Levi winced at your words. He deserved that.
He let out a defeated sigh, casting his gaze down at the floor before telling you, “Because I don’t think you're lame. You’re the most amazing person I know. But, if you don’t want to play that’s fine, I’ll just leave you alone.”
His dejected look pulled at your heartstrings and you couldn’t help but stop him by gently grabbing his arms.
He looked back at you with hopeful eyes and you told him, “Maybe we can play for a little bit.”
Levi immediately rushed into your room, a bright smile on his face that was contagious as he set everything up.
This was only the beginning of his apology and he was going to make sure he made up for what he said.
And maybe, just maybe, along with an apology he could also confess his feelings for you.
Out of all the demon brothers, Satan was the best at holding a grudge.
After all, he had been holding once against Lucifer for his entire life.
Satan was a classy demon but he was equally stubborn and if he didn’t want to back down from a fight, there was no making him do so.
So, when the two of you got into a fight, you knew that it was going to be one with lasting consequences.
Satan had invited you on a day trip that involved a long train ride both to and from the destination.
He didn’t want you to be bored so he offered to lend you one of his books.
Everything was going so perfectly and it was a very romantic outing filled with sweet nothings and intimate moments.
But, then the time to go back home came and that’s when it all started falling apart.
You were frantically trying to search your bag for the book that Satan had lent you while you waited for the train to arrive, but you couldn’t find it anywhere.
Satan noticed your frantic movements beside him and he raised an eyebrow as he looked at you.
“What are you looking for?” he asked you as you continued to search.
“Your book,” you replied, and the content expression that was on his face moments before dropped as he felt a flicker of anger inside of him.
“The book I let you borrow?” Satan asked as you closed your bag with a frustrated sigh.
“Yes. I’m sorry, Satan, I must have left it on the train when we got off it,” you told him, a contrite expression on your face. You felt awful.
“How could you be so careless?” Satan asked and you were taken aback by his words.
“I didn’t mean to,” you argued but Satan’s wrath was only growing further and once he went down this road, it was almost impossible to stop.
“That was one of my favorite books! I only let you borrow it as a gesture of kindness,” he stated.
“Satan, I told you I was sorry. I’ll buy you another copy when we get back,” you responded.
“It won’t be the same,” he snapped back, refusing to look at you now.
“I think you’re overreacting,” you replied and you knew those words were a mistake because if he wasn’t angry before, that definitely set him off.
The two of you engaged in a very heated exchange as others looked on and the only thing that stopped you was the arrival of the train.
You and Satan refused to talk to each other the whole way back and you sat in anger and embarrassment for causing such a big scene.
You immediately went to your separate rooms as soon as you got back to the House of Lamentation and you were left to wonder how such a simple thing could ruin not only the way back but the entire trip when the two of you had been so happy together moments before that.
Satan could admit to himself that he may have overreacted a bit, but admitting it to you was a completely different story. And, you believed that you already apologized so what else was there to say?
Which left the two of you at an impasse. You wouldn’t speak to each other or even look at each other despite the ache you had for each other.
The others had heard about what happened and tried to get the two of you to talk. After all, they all agreed that you were fighting over something trivial, but neither you nor Satan gave in.
It wasn’t until the two of you got stuck in a situation a couple of weeks later that he realized how stupid the argument was.
Satan was reading in the library at the House of Lamentation and you walked in to grab your own book, not expecting him to be there.
As soon as you saw him, you averted your gaze, focusing on finding the book you were looking for.
Satan kept occasionally glancing at you while you searched, but he didn’t say anything.
Finally, you found the book you were looking for, but it was in a stack of books on top of one of the bookshelves.
You were struggling to reach it and could use some help. Specifically from a demon who was already there.
Satan kept his eyes on his book, a smug smile threatening to form as he knew you needed help and would have to talk to him to ask him for it.
But, you refused to give him the satisfaction, so you tried to grasp it yourself, causing them all to tumble.
You let out a gasp of pain as they fell on top of you, one of the larger ones hitting you in the head and knocking you out.
Satan was on his feet the instant he saw what happened and he quickly approached you with worry in his eyes.
You had a small cut on your forehead that was bleeding and when he saw that you were knocked out, the guilt instantly flooded him. He should’ve just helped you.
He carried you to his bedroom and treated the small cut on your forehead before sitting next to you, watching you sleep.
He wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew for a fact that you were okay.
A little while later, you began to stir and when you fluttered your eyes open, you were met with concerned, green ones.
“How are you feeling?” he asked you immediately and you slowly began to remember what happened.
“My head hurts,” you admitted and he nodded his head, handing you some pain medicine.
You took it gratefully and as it fell silent, you realized Satan had just talked to you.
Your eyes widened as you turned to look at him again. He must have known what you were thinking because he let out a small sigh before climbing into the bed with you and pulling you into him.
You moved your head back just a bit so that you could look at him.
“I’m sorry for overreacting and for calling you careless,” he told you as he lovingly looked into your eyes, gently brushing some of your hair out of your face before leaving his fingers tangled in it.
“I’m sorry for losing your book,” you replied, savoring every moment of the touch you had craved.
“I can always get another copy,” he reassured you, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead before telling you, “You’re what I’m afraid of losing more than anything. I can’t ever get another copy of you and I wouldn’t want it.”
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips before replying, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Satan smiled at you before pulling you onto his chest so that he could hold you.
Asmo was quick and witty when he wanted to be.
His greatest fighting tactic was his words and everyone knew that.
He could be mean to those who deserved it - but you would never deserve it.
You would never be on the opposite end of Asmo’s repartee because he simply loved you too much.
So, when Asmo said something to you that had crossed the line, he didn’t even realize it until after he said the words.
You had been having a particularly rough day and you sought Asmo out for some comfort.
He immediately suggested that the two of you have a spa day. It was the perfect way to relax!
Of course, Asmo was already fully prepared for a last-minute spa day.
He told you to just sit back and relax while he got everything ready. He knew that you would need extra pampering that day so he wanted to give you the full treatment.
And Asmo was the best at pampering you - but because of the rough day you had, you were on edge.
While doing different things, Asmo would make small comments about how you could improve certain aspects of your hair and skin routine.
Things like - your hair feels a little dry, you should try using a better conditioner. Or, your skin’s starting to look wrinkly, you need to start a better skincare routine.
To him, these comments were all coming from a place of love. He was just trying to give you advice since he had tried almost every beauty product known to the world.
But with you already being frustrated, the comments started to sound more like nagging; and, they began making you feel a bit self-conscious.
Wanting to avoid an argument, you suggested stopping the spa for now, but when Asmo kept pressing you for the reason, you snapped slightly.
The small argument quickly blew up into a bigger one and Asmo resorted to using his quick wit as a defense mechanism.
By the end of it, you had both said things you didn’t mean and you had left his room quickly, seeking solidarity in your own.
Asmo was the biggest attention seeker in the entire house, so he doesn’t take being ignored or avoided by anyone very well.
But he especially doesn’t take it well when it’s coming from you - the person he loves the most.
The day after the two of you fought, he expected you to be mad, but he had already prepared an apology for that.
The thing about Asmo is that he’s not afraid to apologize for something he did if he feels like he was in the wrong, unlike some of the other brothers.
Besides, the sooner he apologized, the sooner the two of you could make up. And that was his favorite part of any argument.
But, with you not speaking to him and avoiding him at all costs, how was he supposed to apologize?
Asmo only lasted one day of you ignoring him before he was at your door, tears in his eyes begging you to talk to him.
He was very dramatic with his begging, but with how dramatic Asmo usually was, it was par for the course.
If you let him in, he’ll immediately hug you, his arms wrapping around you tightly while he rests his head in the crook of your neck, crying as he apologizes as many times as it takes for you to forgive him.
He didn’t mean to say those things - he would never hurt you on purpose. It was just in the heat of the moment. He’s a very passionate guy after all.
Those are things he’ll tell you, his lips brushing against your skin as he says it, his hands sliding down just a little past what would be considered proper.
All things he knew would chip away at your walls.
He knew everything about you, especially when it came to things you liked. Things that made you cave no matter the situation.
Your resolve was shaky now and Asmo knew it, gently placing kisses on your neck and you subconsciously leaned into his touch, ever so slightly exposing more of your skin to him.
“Asmo,” you warned as he continued his kisses. You wanted to be mad at him, and you wanted to sound mad. But, your walls were crumbling under his touch and when his name left your lips, it was filled with love instead of anger.
A hint of a smile formed on his lips as he heard his name and he looked into your eyes, his eyes drawing you in even more.
“You’ll forgive me, won’t you Y/N?” he asked innocently - far too innocently for the thoughts currently running through his mind.
His lips were inches from yours and you let out a small sigh before closing the gap between the two of you, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to resist him.
You supposed you could let him off with a warning this time. After all, you were the one who snapped first.
Asmo wouldn’t hold it against you though. All that mattered was that the two of you made up.
Beel was absolutely panicking when he realized that you weren’t speaking to him and were avoiding him at all costs.
Mostly because he had no idea what he had done wrong and since you weren’t talking to him, he couldn’t even ask you.
It must have been something bad given the silent treatment. But, he couldn’t even think of something small he might have done - let alone something big enough for you to give him the silent treatment.
He thought about the last time the two of you interacted.
You were in his room with him, and he had pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you.
Your head was pressed against his chest as he held you close, a peaceful smile resting on his face.
He felt content and slowly but surely drifted off.
The next thing he knew, you had moved off him in a rush, exiting his bedroom before he could get a word out and you had been avoiding him ever since.
But, you had a very different recollection of what had happened.
You were cuddling against Beel as previously stated, and you were feeling content as well. Everything just felt right when you were in his arms.
But, only a few minutes into cuddling Beel told you, “I don’t know why we’re still doing this.”
Your eyes immediately snapped open as you tried to process what Beel had just said.
“What?” you asked softly.
His hand was tangled in your hair, holding your head in place, so you couldn’t look up at him to see if he was being serious or not.
“I think this pointless,” he murmured again and your heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t really mean that, right?
“Beel,” you tried to say, but you were cut off by him continuing to speak.
“I think you should go,” he added and you decided to listen to him, pushing yourself off of him and going to your room, locking the door.
You hated that he could hold you so lovingly while he simultaneously broke up with you.
Seeing him was painful so you avoided him at all costs and you didn’t want to hear any excuse he might have so you refused to speak to him.
Beel had been doing everything he could to get your attention, but he failed at every attempt.
The lack of your presence had taken a toll on him. He had been feeling sad and lonely and he missed you more than anything.
Not to mention, he had seen you looking upset and he wanted to know what happened. He wanted to know why you were sad because he hated seeing it.
He would do anything to make you happy, he just wished you would let him help. Whatever it was - he could fix it.
He only lasted a couple of weeks without you before he decided he had to do something.
So one day when you had just gotten home from RAD, he picked you up and carried you to his room, shutting the door and blocking it with his body, despite your many protests.
He knew that his strength overpowered yours so you wouldn’t be able to push past him.
You could use the pact against him to get him to move, but he was hoping you wouldn’t resort to that - he just wanted to talk.
When you realized that Beel had you trapped you let out a sigh, sitting down on his bed. You couldn’t avoid him forever.
“What do you want, Beel?” you asked him, looking anywhere but him. And the way you said his name angrily instead of the affectionate way you used to say it hurt.
But just hearing your voice, even if you sounded mad, was like a breath of fresh air.
He moved closer to you, his big puppy dog eyes, staring at you with so much love as he tried to figure out what to say.
“You seem sad,” he told you, carefully sitting down on the bed next to you and you let out a scoff.
“Of course I’m sad,” you replied and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you.
“Why?” he asked innocently and you looked at him incredulously.
When he saw the look you were giving him, he asked, “Did I do something? Is that why you won’t talk to me?”
And now your eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he wasn’t making any sense.
“You broke up with me,” you stated simply and his eyes widened as he stared at you in disbelief. He would never.
Seeing the look of confusion on his face, you decided to recount the details of that day, telling him everything he said to you.
And his expression went from one of confusion to understanding as he realized what had happened.
Beel had a dream after he fell asleep cuddling you. The usual suspect - Mammon - was trying to get Beel to do something he didn’t want to do. He remembered saying all of those things to his brother in his dream - but he didn’t have any recollection of saying them out loud.
“What?” you asked as he finished talking. He was asleep?!
A small blush coated your cheeks as you realized that you never looked at him. He kept you in place at first and then you were so upset that you walked out without sparing another glance towards him.
Beel pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you the same way he did that day, holding you close to him.
“I love you so much. I would never break up with you,” he told you quietly, hoping that you would accept what he was saying as the truth.
You immediately melted into his touch as you realized it was all a big misunderstanding and your skin felt hot wherever his met yours.
Beel let out a deep breath of relief when you began to relax and he was determined to never let you go again.
The last couple of weeks had been hard on both of you and if nothing else, it was only proof as to how much you loved each other.
He just hoped that his dreams never interfered with your relationship again.
Like Satan, Belphie is one of the most stubborn when it comes to apologizing or admitting he was wrong about something.
He handles issues with the silent treatment in the hopes that they’ll either resolve themselves or simply go away.
He’s never been one for taking the initiative and he’s even less motivated to do so when it comes to an argument.
The two of you had been bickering more than usual thanks to the eldest brother.
Belphie had been slacking off a little too much at RAD in favor of napping and it was starting to affect Lucifer.
He had tried to ask Beel to help his twin brother keep up with his studies, but there was only so much that he could do.
If Belphie didn’t want to do something, then, simply put, he wasn’t going to do it - no matter who Lucifer sicced on him.
But, still, Lucifer asked you to try since you had a bond that was both very different yet equally as important as Beel’s bond to Belphie.
You didn’t want to do it - plain and simple. You knew that it would put you in a hard place with Belphie.
But, as the human exchange student, you couldn’t help but feel like part of your responsibility was to help the demon brothers.
And whether Belphie believed it or not, you were just trying to help him. You knew that if he didn’t get caught up with his studies, the punishment from Lucifer would be much worse than your nagging.
But, after a few days' worth of you waking Belphie up to beg him to do his homework, both of you were getting fed up with it.
Belphie kept complaining about how you sounded like Lucifer and you kept telling him he was acting like a brat.
It didn’t get much further than that though until one night when Belphie decided to be particularly stubborn.
You came into his room just like you had been doing, but it didn’t matter what you did, Belphie refused to get up.
You tried to reason with him, you tried to remind him of what Lucifer would do if he didn’t get up, you even tried to bribe him, but nothing worked.
You sat next to the bed for a while as you tried to figure out your last step, and then an idea popped into your head.
You hated it because you knew that Belphie would hate it, but he left you no choice.
After preparing yourself and running through your plan multiple times, you got up and looked at Belphie who was sleeping peacefully.
You let out a small sigh before leaning closer and grabbing his favorite pillow that he was lying on as well as his favorite blanket.
In an instant, you had snatched them and ran off with them, seeking refuge in your room.
You had barely gotten your door locked when you heard Belphie trying to get into your room.
“Y/N, open the door,” Belphie said, as calmly as he could, but he was already mad.
“You need to do your homework, Belphie,” you replied.
“Just give me my blanket and pillow back,” he responded.
“After you finish your homework,” you reiterated, internally sighing at the situation. You didn’t want to act like his parent and you silently cursed Lucifer for asking you to do this in the first place.
“Ugh, you’re being so annoying!” Belphie snapped, but you were expecting some backlash about this situation.
“You’ll be thanking me later when you don’t have to deal with Lucifer,” you stated and you heard him let out another frustrated sigh.
“This is exactly why I hate humans,” Belphie stated, more to himself than anything, but you heard it loud and clear.
His eyes widened slightly when you opened the door to your bedroom, a look of hurt on your face.
He opened his mouth to take it back but he was cut off by you roughly shoving the blanket and pillow into him before slamming the door in his face and locking it again.
Belphie knew that he went too far so he decided to give you some time to cool off.
The next time he saw you he promised himself he would make it up to you.
But when he saw you next, you refused to look at Belphie, let alone talk to him. And that made Belpie annoyed all over again.
“You’re being childish,” he told you, only furthering your anger towards him.
“Says the one who can’t even be responsible and do their homework without someone breathing down their neck!” you snapped back.
The two of you didn’t talk after that for a long time - too long in the brothers’ opinions.
They knew that you and Belphie were too stubborn to talk to each other on your accord, so they decided to take things into their own hands.
You were sitting on your bed reading when suddenly the door to your bedroom burst open.
You looked up to see Belphie being shoved inside against his will by Beel before he shut the door, making sure to stand guard so Belphie couldn’t leave.
Belphie had a small pout on his face that, despite still being mad at him, you thought looked adorable.
He let out a small sigh, avoiding all eye contact as he did his best to come up with a way to get out of this situation.
The two of you sat in silence for a while, but you both knew it was pointless. Neither of you were leaving until you talked to each other.
Belphie was the master at winning arguments, but just this once, he asked himself what the point of it was. He cared about you way more than winning the argument.
“You know I don’t hate you,” he said quietly, still keeping his eyes anywhere but on you as he spoke.
Your eyes immediately went to him. Was that his version of an apology?
“I was only trying to help you, Belphie,” you explained and he gave you a defeated look.
“I know,” he replied. That’s why this whole argument is pointless.
Belphie moved over to your bed now and sat down next to you, the two of you making eye contact for the first time in what felt like forever.
“I caught up on all my studies,” he added and you let out a breath of relief. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore.
You were the first to reach out, gently taking his hand in yours. You stared at your intertwined fingers before softly saying, “I missed you.”
His eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of you, all feelings of the fight disappearing. He was just happy to be in your presence again.
Belphie moved quickly, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you down into the bed.
“Bel-!” you shouted in surprise but you were cut off by him placing a finger to your lips.
You were laying chest to chest, his face only inches from yours, his arms keeping you there.
“If they hear us talking, they’ll come in; and, I’d rather not be interrupted for a while,” Belphie told you with a sly smirk before placing his lips on yours.
You immediately returned the kiss, a smile forming at the feeling.
No matter what you or Belphie said in the heat of the moment, you knew that your love for each other would never change.
Summary: A really tall MC and the brothers who are sort of intimidated / flustered around them + the brothers reactions to MC grabbing something for them that they couldn't reach themselves.
The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader
Word Count: 1,714
Lucifer was not one who got intimidated by things. He was the one who did the intimidating.
But your height was something that he had not been expecting.
The first time he saw you, he couldn’t deny the slight tint that rose to his cheeks from the feeling he had.
Because even though he would never admit it, he was intimidated.
Your height carried a certain presence with you that was hard to disregard.
He was used to being the biggest and baddest in the room but whenever you entered the room, he couldn’t help but feel like some of that power was taken from him and given to you.
He absolutely won’t tolerate being shown up by you though.
You were all at the Demon Lord’s Castle once celebrating and Lucifer had gone to grab another bottle of Demonus.
You noticed the bottle was just slightly out of his reach so you tried to be helpful and came up behind him, easily grabbing the bottle and handing it to Lucifer.
His cheeks burned bright red at the action and they only burned hotter when he heard Diavolo burst out laughing at the interaction.
He will attempt to regain his composure before giving you a good lecture on how he was the firstborn and Avatar of Pride and didn’t need any help from a human.
He only snapped because of how flustered he was at the entire scene.
Mammon will be one who constantly claims your height doesn’t intimidate him in the slightest while also getting flustered every time he saw you.
“Don’t go thinkin’ you’re better than me just cuz’ you're taller!” is a phrase you’ll often hear as he looks at you with an all too serious look despite the raging blush on his cheeks.
He’ll one-hundred percent use your height to any advantage that he can.
If there’s something Mammon can gain from a situation, you better believe he’ll be gaining it.
He’ll also spread a bunch of rumors that would help him with his “babysitting job”.
He’ll tell every demon who asks about you how you're not the “average-sized” human and how your height is a sign of how much power you have so they better not mess with you.
You noticed a lot of demons purposefully avoiding you after he started telling them those things.
Mammon hated looking weak in any situation. But, especially when it came to anything to do with you.
Mammon had taken you out shopping with his most recent model paycheck and offered to buy you anything you wanted.
After visiting multiple stores, something caught your eye on the top shelf and you asked Mammon to hand it to you.
He struggled with it for a few minutes before you decided to get it yourself, reaching from behind him to grab it.
Mammon immediately blushed as he turned around and snatched it back from you.
“Oi! What do ya’ think you’re doin’?” Mammon asked and you looked at him innocently as you replied, “It looked like you were struggling.”
“I was doin’ just fine,” he argued before deciding to abruptly end the shopping date because of how flustered he was.
Once he’s calmed down though, he’ll go back and buy you the item you wanted as a gift.
Levi had memorized the heights of all of his favorite anime and manga characters so when he heard a human was coming to the Devildom, he believed he had a rough idea of how tall you would be based on those averages.
But he was completely thrown off-guard when he saw you. He never expected you to be so uniquely different from the average human.
He was at a total loss for words the first time he saw you, your height completely shocking him.
As soon as he’s back in his room, he’s looking through his otaku haven to see if there’s any character he could compare to your height.
Levi will admit that your height can be intimidating, but he’ll, surprisingly, handle it better than some of his other brothers.
At least until you decided to grab something for him from behind him.
The two of you were having a late-night gaming session and decided to get a snack, but the one you wanted was on the top shelf.
Lucifer had put it there to hide it from Beel but Levi was also struggling to obtain it.
You grabbed it for Levi and started walking back to his room when you noticed he wasn’t following you.
He didn’t say anything, or even look at you, but you could tell he was flustered by the way his cheeks turned red as he stayed frozen in place.
Your height was something that intrigued Satan more than it intimidated him.
It was an unknown and unexpected factor that he felt like he needed to explore further.
Surely, there was some reason you were that tall that wasn’t just simply genetics.
Was it true that your height correlated with your amount of power? He might have heard a rumor from Mammon.
He won’t stop until he finds the answers to any question he has about your height.
The only time Satan would get flustered would be if you used your height to grab things for him.
The first few times you did it, the tips of Satan’s ears would turn pink as he tried to hide the blush.
But once he got used to it, he found that it was helpful for grabbing the books in the library he couldn’t reach for himself.
He also picked up on the fact that Lucifer was the most bothered whenever you would try and “help him out” and he would beg you to do it for often.
He loved the unnaturally flustered look on Lucifer’s face when you did it.
Asmo completely adored your height. He thought it suited you very well.
Not to mention, Asmo knew everything about how being tall was generally highly regarded.
Cultures all over the world associated it with power, strength, and a high social status.
So he made sure to outwardly admire it.
He might also like the intimidated feeling he got from time to time with it.
It was impressive that you could intimidate some of the most fearsome demons of the Devildom just with your height.
He won’t find it annoying or bothersome if you use your height to help him by grabbing something for him.
But, he’ll definitely be a bit flustered. It was hard to make the Avatar of Lust blush, but you had a special knack for it.
It didn’t matter if you were reaching for some make-up or hair products that he wanted or simply helping him decorate his room in places he hadn’t been able to before because of his own height.
He’ll call you cute and praise you for being able to reach something so high and would sing your praises to his brothers all of the time.
Overall, Asmo would be the happiest about your height.
Beel was the tallest of his brothers so he knew what it was like to be tall.
To have people always looking up just to be able to make eye contact and to have to duck when going through certain doors that weren’t made tall enough.
But, you were even taller than him and that in itself was impressive.
He was intimidated by your height in the sense that he wasn’t used to being around someone who was taller than him.
And you brought a certain kind of elegance with it that he hadn’t seen before.
He definitely blushed the one time you grabbed an item for him that he couldn’t reach.
You were shopping at the Devilmart and there was a specific food he wanted but it was kept out of his reach (most likely because he kept wiping the store out of their entire stock).
He was desperate for it, so you reached behind him to grab as much of it as you could before handing it to him.
He was flustered for sure, but he wasn’t nearly as insecure as some of his older brothers.
After all, what he might lack in height, he definitely made up for in strength and if he needed to prove that then he could.
He thought of your height as just another trait that was distinctive to you; and, therefore, it was just another reason they all loved you so much.
No matter what aspect it was in life, you never ceased to impress him.
It didn’t matter if you were short or tall, skinny or overweight, curvy or flat.
Belphie wasn’t one who judged his care for someone based on their appearance.
You were tall - that was a fact. Anyone with eyes could make that observation.
But, it didn’t influence how he felt about you. You couldn’t change that fact any more than he could change the fact that he was a demon.
Your height was something he hardly took into consideration until one night when you decided to use your height to help him.
He was visibly frustrated as he tried to reach a set of pillows and blankets that were on the top shelf of his and Beel’s shared closet.
Beel had stuck them up there when he cleaned their room and since he was taller than Belphie, Belphie was having a hard time retrieving them.
You were passing by their bedroom and noticed it was open. That’s when you saw Belphie struggling, so you approached from behind and grabbed the pillows and blanket for them, setting them on his bed.
Belphie let out a small gasp when he felt your presence behind him, clearly not expecting you and a rosy tint dusted his cheeks as you grabbed the items he had been wanting.
He turned to face you but avoided eye contact as he muttered a small, “Thanks.”
He was desperately trying to hide the fact that he was flustered by your interaction and you couldn’t help but find the way he was avoiding eye contact adorable.
Trying to change the subject, he invited you to take a nap with him and that was the last you heard about the whole situation.
Summary: MC dies and is reborn as an angel to be with her lover (Simeon) / MC dies and is reborn as an angel and falls from grace to be with her lover (everyone else).
The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader
Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon & Solomon x Reader
Word Count: 3,642
Lucifer was not one who was known to show emotion so easily. Usually, he kept his feelings locked up tight for no one else to see.
But, seeing his dead lover standing in front of him was as good an excuse as any to slip up on his cold facade.
He was in front of you before you had even seen him, scrutinizing you with a watchful eye as he tried to discern whether you were real or not.
You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you took in his appearance.
He could tell that it was you and that you were real, but he couldn’t figure out how it was possible.
Slowly, you showed him your wings, explaining everything about your rebirth and your fall.
There was a switch that flipped inside of Lucifer when he saw your wings. First, he was relieved to see that they weren’t angelic anymore.
After all, even if the fall hadn’t changed them into demon wings, being with him certainly would.
Second, his mind was spinning as he thought about how much stronger you must be now that you were a fallen angel.
The idea of you walking through the Devildom and having a presence that demanded respect from others now was enough to set his sin off and take you back to the House of Lamentation.
He wasted no time in bringing you to his bedroom. He had missed you way too much to waste a single second of his time with you.
He couldn’t help but admire your wings once more when the two of you were in his room.
He thought it was ironic that you had actually fallen from grace considering the amount of times he had spent with you in the bedroom making you “fall from grace.”
This took a whole new literal meaning for him and the idea made a small blush rise to his cheeks as he realized it wouldn’t be the last time you fell from grace for him either.
The first time Mammon saw you again in the Devildom, he immediately rushed over to you and pulled you into a hug.
He knew that you had died and he didn’t know how you were even in front of him right now.
He didn’t care if you were a ghost, a hallucination, or whatever else you could have been.
He just needed you back in his arms where you belonged, even if it was just for a moment.
He had been miserable without you, down-right depressed, and even if this wasn’t real, he was going to savor every moment of it.
You hugged him back with just as much love, craving his touch as much as he had been craving yours.
After the initial few moments passed and Mammon realized you hadn’t disappeared yet, he pulled back to look at you.
“How are ya’ here?” he asked you, taking in all of your features as if it was the first time seeing them.
When you explained everything to him about being reborn as an angel and falling to be with him again, he wasn’t sure how to feel. There were too many emotions and not enough time to sort through all of them.
But, the most prominent emotion he felt was love. Love for you and loved by you.
He immediately pulled you into a kiss, the feeling of your lips burning on his own.
When the two of you were in the privacy of his room, Mammon begged you to show him your wings.
If you were a fallen angel, you definitely had them and the curiosity of what they looked like was killing him.
You complied, a bit nervous about what he would think of them. Mammon wasn’t expecting them to look that good on you.
He couldn’t even come up with words, instead turning bright red, as he tried to push any and all intruding thoughts out of his mind.
He was absolutely loving how much of a badass you looked like as a fallen angel.
But, definitely sulked a bit when he realized he couldn’t call you “his human” anymore.
You had to go to the House of Lamentation to see Levi again.
He hadn’t left his room since your death and he wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.
Everything reminded him of you and it was too painful so he spent his time in solidarity, hoping to distract himself from the pain with the things he loved.
When he heard knocking on the door, he ignored it. When the knocking continued, he promptly told whoever it was to go away. When it still didn’t stop, he opened the door angrily, ready to tell whoever it was off.
But, the last thing he expected was for you to be on the other side of the door and he was completely caught off-guard.
He experienced a rush of emotions as you closed the gap between the two of you, knowing that if you didn’t, the two of you would be stuck in this endless stalemate.
Levi froze as he felt your arms around him - arms he had fantasized about being around him again.
He was sure this wasn’t real, that you would disappear any moment, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the feeling while it lasted.
You pulled away after a moment, and Levi was still in shock.
He stayed quiet as you explained everything and you mistook his silence for disbelief.
So, you had no choice but to show him your wings to prove that everything you were saying was real.
And, seeing your new wings snapped him out of his trance instantly as he immediately began fangirling over them.
They looked so good on you, and they had such a unique texture. He was a blushing mess as he realized he touched them without asking for permission.
You thought it was cute, how he was still nervous to touch you despite him touching you countless times before.
He had a million questions for you that you did your best to answer and it’s only after his interrogation that he realized you were really back.
And as he processed that information, he couldn’t be any happier than now with you - his new fallen angel.
Satan took a moment to analyze everything about his current surroundings when he saw you.
You stood in front of him, a bit away, wanting nothing more than to run directly into his arms while he stood there running every possibility through his mind.
He approached you carefully, taking in every piece of evidence he could acquire to prove you weren’t real.
He stood directly in front of you now, able to reach out and touch you. He gently stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, questioning his own senses.
Because you felt real. And you looked real. But he had seen you die.
You already knew what Satan was thinking without him having to say a word and you gently took his hands in yours before telling him, “I’m real.”
Your words gave him all the validation he needed and within a moment, you were pulled into his embrace.
Your head rested against his chest as he held you impossibly close before asking, “But, how?”
You pulled away from the hug to explain everything to Satan and to say he was surprised was an understatement.
You being here certainly made things easier for him. After all, he had been studying re-animation spells since the moment you died, intent on bringing you back to life.
He didn’t even know that it was possible for you to be reborn as an angel. You did have a piece of Lilith inside of you, but would that have been enough?
He was a man of hard facts and proof. So it wasn’t until you were showing him your angel wings, distorted from the fall, that he allowed himself to believe what was happening.
And you were like a whole new muse for him. Not only did he get his lover back, but he was so excited to explore all your new powers with you as an angel.
He never got wings like his other brothers so he didn’t know a whole lot about them on a personal level and now he was getting the chance to inspect them in great detail with you by his side once again.
Asmo is a complete mess the second he sees you again. Crying, hugs, kisses all over. You’ll get the full treatment when you’re back in his arms.
You already knew how much Asmo loved you. He made it a point to express it to you every day.
But, he’ll want to make sure you know it again when you come back to him. He wants to make sure you can feel it so that you never leave him again.
He was a wreck without you. He was lonely and sad and it was a terrible look for him.
But now that you were back, it felt like the pieces of his heart were slowly healing back together.
Everything felt right in his world when you were in his arms and he planned on never letting go.
But, you needed him to let go, just for a moment. So you could explain what had happened.
He brought you to his bedroom so that the two of you could speak in private and when you told him everything, his eyes lit up with excitement.
His mind was filled with images of how attractive you must look with your new wings and he had to see them.
You agreed to show them to him, knowing it would make him happy and as he took them in, you could see his eyes feeling with lust.
You looked even more attractive than he could ever imagine.
It was a good thing the two of you were in his bedroom already because he wanted to show you how much he loved you and now, he planned on showing you all of the advantages that came with having wings.
Beel loved you and that was a fact that would never change even if your appearance did.
The moment he saw you again, he didn’t see anything else around him.
Your wings were currently out, but he didn’t even notice them, focusing solely on you being in his arms again.
He had been hurting so much since you died and now that you were in front of him, he just needed to feel you in his arms again.
He refused to budge from the hug as he asked you how you were there, so you had to explain everything while your head was pressed against his chest.
He took in all of the information you had said, but he was having a hard time processing it.
You were reborn as an angel? And you fell from the Celestial Realm to be with him?
He finally pulled away from the hug to take in your appearance and that’s when he noticed the wings that were now attached to you.
His big hands reached out to touch them and, despite their size, the touch was gentle.
You blushed at the contact and Beel realized how intimate what he just did was.
He didn’t mean to act so brashly, but he couldn’t help it - your wings were beautiful.
He absolutely loved them and it just gave him more of you to love and cherish.
He took in your wings once more, burning the image of them into his mind, before pulling you into his embrace again and placing a loving kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you for coming back to me,” he told you, barely above a whisper, feeling like he had just regained his entire world.
You gave him a small smile before leaning up and placing your lips on his in a loving kiss before replying, “Thank you for loving me.”
Beel is not only happy about your new appearance but he’s thankful you have more power to help keep you safe in the Devildom now.
Belphie’s eyes are wide when he finally sees you again after all the time that had passed since you died.
He didn’t know how to react because he didn’t know how much he could trust what he was seeing.
He is immediately filled with love and relief but goes against his instinct to pull you into his embrace, choosing to get answers first.
You told him everything you could and Belphie almost couldn’t believe the words that you were saying.
When you were done with your explanation, you waited patiently for Belphie to speak.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he replied after some time and you felt deflated. You didn’t know how to make him believe you were real.
“I mean the Y/N I knew could never be nice enough to be reborn as an angel,” he added with a teasing smirk dancing on his lips.
You were now glaring at him from the small insult and that look was all it took for him to know that it was really you.
“I mean you don’t even have wings,” Belphie continued. He loved being a brat and riling you up.
You let out a sigh before showing him your wings and that immediately shut him up as he looked at them with admiration.
A small blush rose to his cheeks as he averted his gaze, trying to hide his attraction to them.
But, you knew him too well and couldn’t help but want your revenge for his earlier comment.
“What’s the matter, Belphie? You don’t think they’re attractive do you?” you asked innocently and his blush only deepened.
The two of you often got into these battles, refusing to back down and this time was no different.
If it was a fight to make each other more flustered, he wanted to win just as much as you and it didn’t take him more than a moment to escalate things by pulling you into a kiss.
You might have some extra power and new wings now that you were a fallen angel, but your and Belphie’s relationship would always be the same no matter how you changed.
Barbatos hadn’t given Diavolo any indication as to what was going on when he asked him to come to the main foyer.
But, of all the things, he did not expect to see his lover who had recently died standing there before him.
Diavolo was overwhelmed by what he was feeling when he saw you there, wanting nothing more than to go to you.
He looked to his friend and butler, silently asking for confirmation that you were really there.
Barbatos nodded his head and in an instant, Diavolo was standing in front of you, gently cupping your cheek as his golden eyes looked into yours.
“Have you really come back to me?” he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of this being fake despite Barbatos confirming it was real.
You placed one of your hands over his own before nodding your head and explaining how you were standing there before him.
Diavolo was confused as to how you were reborn as an angel, but he focused on the second part of your story.
You fell from grace - for him. And that detail made him fall in love with you all over again.
You pulled away from his touch for a moment to show him your wings and Diavolo’s eyes darkened as he looked at them.
Not only were you an angel - but you were a fallen angel and there was something incredibly alluring about that. There was something that felt wrongfully right about that. Especially to the future King of the Devildom.
Diavolo wasted no time in inviting you to his bedroom, wanting to finally feel your touch again.
Not to mention the fact that he wanted to test out your new strength as a fallen angel.
Barbatos was the one who sought you out instead of the other way around.
But, with his powers, what else could be expected?
You had died before and he was able to bring you back, but something was different this time. He couldn’t bring you back like before and it was like driving a knife through his heart.
He didn’t give up hope though. He promised himself he would find a way to revive you. To bring you back to him.
And, while he was searching he happened to catch a glimpse of you. It should have been impossible because you were dead - right?
He looked further into it and that’s when he saw everything from you being reborn to everything that led up to you falling to come back to him.
And he met you right at the spot you fell at. You were disoriented and in pain, but as you slowly came to, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you.
When your vision cleared, you saw none other than Barbatos holding you, a small smirk resting on his face as he asked, “What have you gotten yourself into this time, darling?”
And that pet name was enough to send a shiver down your spine as you looked into his green eyes that were shining with excitement.
They trailed down your face before flickering over to your wings - wings that had been manipulated from ones of light to ones of darkness because of the fall.
And he found a twisted gratification in the idea of you “falling from grace”. But, who could blame him? He was a demon and you were his lover.
He immediately took you back to the Demon Lord’s Castle and spent the rest of the night with you.
He had spent far too much time away from you and he had a lot to make up for.
Simeon had returned to the Celestial Realm after his time in the Devildom, but something was fundamentally different about him ever since he lost you.
He didn’t smile as much and the look in his eyes was noticeably duller because he had lost the love of his life.
Simeon was the first to find out that you were being reborn as an angel and the news had shaken him to his core.
He didn’t know what the proper response was to finding out your lover was not only coming back to life but being reborn as an angel.
He demanded he be there when you woke up from the deep slumber you had previously been in.
And he watched over your body as you slept, praying that it would work. Praying that you would come back to him.
When you slowly fluttered your eyes open, Simeon had to hold back his tears as he immediately pulled you into his arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
He took in everything about you and you let out a small chuckle at how tightly he was holding onto you.
“I missed you,” he mumbled against you, his lips brushing against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine.
He pulled back to look into your eyes and couldn’t help the smile that formed across his lips.
You stretched your wings out, wanting to see your new appearance and you took them in before looking at Simeon.
A small blush tinted your cheeks as you saw him staring at your wings with a kind of intensity that was far too intimate for any setting but the bedroom.
“How do they look?” you asked him and he brought his eyes to meet yours, feeling the pain that he had been feeling steadily washing away.
He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb before stating, “You’re beautiful.”
Solomon had been searching high and low for the most powerful grimoires in the world, trying to find any way to bring you back to life.
And he wasn’t going to stop until he found a way to have you back in his arms.
But, he never would have dreamed that you would come back to him all on your own.
It didn’t matter if you were a fallen angel or if you still had your grace. Solomon loved you either way.
You could have come back in any form and he would love you, as long as you were you.
If you stayed in your true angel form, Solomon can’t help but think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.
The passion wouldn’t change in your relationship and he had to admit there was something taboo and sinful about being intimate with you as an angel.
But that made things all the more exciting, especially because he knew how powerful you were now.
If you had fallen from grace to return to the Devildom, Solomon would still think you were just as beautiful.
But instead of an innocent beauty, it was one that demanded everyone’s attention.
You looked badass and the dark and slightly twisted look of your angelic appearance was enough to drive him mad with attraction.
As an angel, he would know you had newfound power, but as a fallen angel, there’s an even more intimidating presence that came with that power.
Solomon was used to being the most powerful being in the room, but with you being reborn, your power felt like it matched, if not overpowered, his own and that idea was exhilarating.
Whether you were a fallen angel or not, Solomon would waste no time in being with you.
Regardless of your status of grace, you were his lover and he felt like it had been too long since he had been able to remind you of that fact.
Summary: When R/N comes to the Devildom as the new human exchange student, everyone wants to get to know them, disregarding MC to do so. But things backfire when R/N and MC get together instead.
Word Count: 2,269
Replaced!MC AU
You never thought about the possibility of another human exchange student coming to the Devildom. It was something that made sense after it happened. After all, Diavolo’s goal was always to have the Devildom integrated with the other two realms. And, it was hard to do that with only two students from the human world and the Celestial Realm attending RAD.
Still, you never imagined it happening so soon.
Everything was going great for you down in the Devildom. You had friends - genuine friends - who loved you and wanted to spend time with you. And more than that, you had the potential to find love.
You were happy.
And it was because of how happy you were with your friends that you would do anything you could to help them. And the biggest thing you could do to help, according to Diavolo, was to help the new exchange student settle into the Devildom.
You didn’t think anything of it at first. Everyone was excited to meet them, maybe a little too excited. But, it was a new human, so who could blame them? It’s not like humans came to the Devildom in groups or anything.
You knew that everyone was being a bit overbearing, asking the new exchange student as many questions as they could. They wanted to know everything about them.
It was strange for you to see how everyone acted around the new student. When you came to the Devildom, everyone acted cold to you. No one wanted anything to do with the new human. You had to fight to prove to them that you could belong there whereas they were welcoming the new student with welcome arms.
You tried to push your slight jealousy of that aside. Ultimately, it was your influence and good experiences with them that probably allowed them to be so open-minded with the new student.
And you had to admit, the new student was something special. They were kind and caring - and way more attractive than you expected them to be.
They were always kind to you and treated you with respect and you found yourself becoming fast friends with them. You believed they would be a welcome addition to your friend group.
It wasn’t until a month later that things started taking a turn for the worse.
It started with small things.
The demon brothers would forget their plans with you because they had made plans with R/N. They stopped calling you the endearing nicknames they had bestowed upon you, referring to R/N in that way now. And when it came to outings, they all fought for R/N’s attention over yours.
Diavolo and Barbatos were no better, favoring R/N when it came to studies or events at RAD. And Simeon and Luke were expressive in their preference on who they would rather hang out with.
Even Solomon, a fellow human, was completely under R/N’s spell. You had asked Solomon multiple times to help you with your magic but he was somehow always too busy for you now.
It was frustrating to see people who you loved so much, and who had once claimed to love you, cast you aside like you were nothing - like you hadn’t been the one they were the closest to just a month before.
But the most frustrating part about it all was that you had no one to blame. R/N was still someone you considered your friend and even after they had earned the affections of everyone else, they never changed the way they acted toward you.
R/N was living in the House of Lamentation and because of that, the two of you had an opportunity to begin to grow close.
You had spent a lot of time in their room and they had also spent time in yours as well. Something was comforting about their presence - a sense of home that you didn’t even know you needed until the two of you started talking.
As time continued the love that the others once held for you turned into disdain. You were left out of conversations, uninvited to outings, and overall ignored.
R/N would see the way they would treat you - your so-called friends - and they would always be upset about it.
They didn’t fully understand why everyone had begun treating you so poorly, and to be honest, you weren’t even entirely sure either.
You hadn’t done anything to deserve the swap in attitude towards you, yet they all did it so effortlessly. As if they had been planning to do it all along but were just waiting for the right moment.
R/N was your only source of comfort during this time. They were always there to lend a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on. And, because of that, the two of you continued to grow closer to each other.
Their kindness never faltered towards you and the way they could always bring a smile to your face or relieve your pain with just one look or statement didn’t go unnoticed by you.
Before you knew it, you were catching feelings and just praying that they might feel the same way.
You planned to confess your feelings to R/N, but before you got the chance to, you got into a huge fight with the brothers.
They claimed that you were taking too much of R/N’s time. That you were being selfish by wanting to spend time with them when everyone else wanted to as well.
It wasn’t a good conversation to begin with, but by the end of it, you were all practically in a screaming match and it ended with you leaving the House of Lamentation.
But, you didn’t have the ability to just go back to the human world and you weren’t in the mood to ask anyone for help in doing that.
So, you continued to attend RAD, avoiding the brothers at all costs and subsequently also avoiding R/N. You hated living like this, but you weren’t sure what you could do to change things.
R/N hated seeing you like this - in pain. They had also developed feelings for you and they wanted to do everything they could to fix it for you.
They attempted to talk to everyone, to try and get them to see how they had been treating you. But, their message fell upon deaf ears.
R/N tried to get others to spend time with you, hoping some quality time would help the situation. And the brothers agreed to try and spend time with you - because it would make R/N happy.
Whenever one of them approached you to “apologize” or “ask to spend time with you” you would always reject the offers because you could see how forced it was.
They weren’t doing it because they wanted to. They were doing it to gain R/N’s favor and that hurt worse than them avoiding you all together.
When R/N realized their plan had completely backfired they approached you to apologize. They explained that they just wanted to help you because they hated seeing you upset.
You were teetering on a very fine line when you asked why they cared about you. But it was a question that you needed answered. And when they answered you were relieved to hear that it was because they had feelings for you.
R/N was embarrassed to admit the secret they had been holding back this entire time but when you told them that you had feelings for them as well, it was as if everything clicked into place.
The two of you started spending a lot more time together. Whenever one of the others would ask to spend time with R/N, they would be rejected without a moment of thought.
They noticed how much time the two of you were spending together and it sent them into a wave of emotions. Anger. Jealousy. Confusion. There were almost too many emotions that they were feeling.
But the most prominent one they began to feel was loneliness.
Not only did they not have the human they had been fawning so hard over but they were slowly waking up and realizing they had lost you too.
It wasn’t something they meant to happen. It wasn’t even something they realized they were doing. They had just been so focused on getting R/N to like them that they couldn’t care less about anything else that wasn’t R/N.
There was no doubt as to why their treatment towards you pushed you and R/N both away from them. But, they were desperate to try and find a fix because they couldn’t handle how things were now.
You and R/N had decided not to say anything about the two of you dating yet. After all, the demons tended to overreact a lot of times.
But, their lack of knowledge on the topic didn’t stop your relationship from growing strong. The two of you were finally fully happy, always talking and laughing.
And it drove everyone else absolutely crazy that they weren’t invited to join in with the two of you. It drove them crazy that you didn’t need them.
When they were fed up with sitting on the sidelines, they decided to approach you first - their original human.
They apologized for the way they had behaved and explained everything they had been feeling lately. The loneliness and the regret of not having you in their life.
They were desperate to find a way to get you to come back to them. They were desperate for you to forgive them.
It was a lot to hear and take in. You didn’t like seeing them like this. You didn’t like seeing them so sad. But, still, a part of you couldn’t help but feel like they did it to themselves.
They were only about halfway through their spiel of professing their love and apologies to you when R/N approached you.
They stopped speaking when R/N smiled at you, asking if everything was alright. Their biggest fear was you being cornered by the others and them ripping into you with their words while you had no backup.
You gave them a nod, telling them that everything was alright before turning towards everyone else. They looked between you and R/N and they could tell something was different about the two of you.
There was a certain tension, a certain air, that surrounded the two of you and it was way louder than the words any of you had yet to speak.
You were the one who decided to talk first, figuring at the very least, you could give them an explanation.
“Thank you for your apologies, but things can’t just go back to the way they were,” you began, taking a breath. They immediately tried to argue so you continued, cutting them off before they even got the chance to by saying, “And I wouldn’t want them to.”
Those last words made all of them fall silent as they waited to hear the rest of what you had to say.
You glanced at R/N to silently ask if it was okay to reveal your secret and when you saw nothing but support in their expression, you decided to continue.
“R/N are dating and we’re happy. So, thank you for telling me how you feel, but I’m perfectly content with how things are right now,” you replied.
“We both are,” R/N chimed in, wanting to make an additional point.
Your friends had put you through so much pain when they cast you aside. You shouldn’t feel guilty for being happy and for moving on.
But as you watched their faces fall with despair at the news, you couldn’t help but feel a little bad. You weren’t sure if there was anything they could do to fix things with you, or R/N for that matter. You weren’t even sure if you wanted things to be fixed.
But, right now, all you wanted was to grow in your relationship with R/N. Someone who wouldn’t turn their back on you and someone who made you feel loved no matter what.
“Come on,” R/N told you softly, gently coaxing you away from the scene and leaving everyone else to process the news on their own.
And as the two of you left, they all realized just how badly they had messed up. They didn’t know how they ended up here but they knew that they had thoroughly pushed you away and they weren’t sure if they could ever get you back.
Knowing for a fact that they had lost you hurt a lot worse than just watching you be happy without them. Because knowing for a fact meant that they knew that they would never be able to do anything they used to do with you again.
They wouldn’t be able to make any more of the memories they cherished so deeply. They wouldn’t be able to compliment you and admire the blush you would get whenever you received one. They wouldn’t be able to hold you in their arms whenever they felt like hugging you or feeling the warmth of your comforting embrace.
They lost all of that and more and it was all their own fault. And that last thought alone was enough to drive them all mad. Because they could have done something to prevent this, at the very least stop it from getting this far.
Summary: The brothers get into a fight / heated exchange with MC, and MC ends up going missing / getting injured.
The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader
Word Count: 9,648
TW: Mentions of blood / kidnapping
Lucifer was someone who always had an appearance to uphold in front of the other denizens of the Devildom.
His status was something that you admired about him. Lucifer did a good job of helping Diavolo run things in the Devildom and you couldn’t imagine a demon who was more perfectly suited for the job.
But, you had to admit that the facade he put up in front of others could be annoying at times.
You knew that it was part of his sin - he always had to put his best foot forward and present himself in the most perfect way possible.
But, you wished others got to see the real side of Lucifer. The side of him that he mainly reserved for your eyes alone.
You didn’t mind that Lucifer only dropped his guard around you, but it would be nice to be able to have some intimate moments in public without Lucifer worrying about the opinions of others.
And this infatuation that was caused by his pride was also the very thing that caused the two of you to get into an argument.
You were at RAD in the middle of the class that Lucifer was teaching when he mentioned a cave nearby in the Devildom that had some of the most unique magical items in the entire realm.
You were just trying to be proactive in the class so you expressed your interest in wanting to see the cave for yourself.
But, your excited smile faltered when you heard a few of your classmates snicker at your statement before telling you that you wouldn’t stand a chance at surviving because you were just a weak human.
You were offended by their words. After all, you might be a human, but you were far from weak. You managed to get the seven demon brothers to agree to pacts with you and your magic was far more powerful than those students could even imagine.
You could see the glare in Lucifer’s eyes towards the students and you were grateful that he was there. At least you knew one person had your back.
Seeing you mistreated was something that Lucifer would never tolerate, so the glare that he was sending them, while much more dangerous looking, was a mere warning to tell them to stop talking.
The students seemed to notice the way that Lucifer was looking at them so they quickly stopped laughing, but then one of the students turned the cards against Lucifer.
They asked for his honest opinion on if he thought that you - a human - could make it through the cave.
And now Lucifer was in a tough spot, because he wanted to defend you with his life, but the cave was not something that should be taken lightly.
He truly believed that a human wouldn’t survive the cave and if he said that he believed you could - then his credibility would be tainted and his pride couldn’t have that.
You waited patiently for Lucifer to defend you and you couldn’t help but feel a small pang of betrayal as Lucifer agreed with the students.
All he had to do was tell them that he believed in you - that you could do it if you put your mind to it. Why couldn’t he do that?
The students once again snickered and Lucifer avoided making eye contact with you for the rest of the class, knowing that he was going to pay for that mistake later.
You left the class as soon as the bell rang and Lucifer didn’t blame you. He knew that you were mad at him and that you wouldn’t want him escorting you back to the House of Lamentation today.
But, you weren’t going back to the House of Lamentation yet.
Ever since you got to the Devildom, people have been doubting your abilities. They had been treating you like a child who couldn’t do anything on their own and you were tired of it.
For once, you just wanted to prove them wrong - to prove to them that you were as strong and brave as you believed yourself to be.
So, you went to the cave on your own. Lucifer had shown everyone where it was on the map so you knew exactly how to get there.
And if things got bad, you would just summon one of the demon brothers. Just not Lucifer. You could only imagine the proud smirk he would wear if you had to call on him for help and admit he was right.
The cave itself was pretty simple to get through and there were wonderful treasures surrounding you. Cursed items and grimoires that you would have never dreamed of existing.
All you had to do was grab one and bring it back with you and then everyone would know you were able to conquer the cave with no trouble.
You decided to choose the least conspicuous item, something small that didn’t radiate too much magic.
But something unique enough that people would be impressed with your feat.
You smiled softly at the item before putting it in your bag. Time to leave.
Suddenly the entire cave shook and you nervously looked around as a creature started appearing in front of you.
Lucifer never told you anything about the guardian of the cave - a creature that only appears if someone tries to steal the magical artifacts.
You didn’t even have time to think of a move before the creature attacked you, sending you into its eternal prison for your crime.
Lucifer got back to the House of Lamentation relatively late compared to when he usually arrived.
He wanted to give you ample time to cool down so that the two of you could have a proper conversation.
When he entered the building, Asmo was the first one Lucifer encountered.
“Lucifer! Is Y/N with you? I want to go shopping with them,” Asmo said with a smile and those words caused Lucifer to pause.
“They aren’t here?” Lucifer asked his younger brother. Asmo shook his head no before replying, “We all got here a while ago - we thought they were with you.”
Lucifer’s eyes were wide but everything about his demeanor remained calm on the outside.
On the inside, he was panicking as the realization of where you went dawned on him.
Lucifer was gone in a flash without even telling Asmo where he was going. He was silently cursing himself as he made his way to the cave, hoping that he would find you there and that you would be okay.
When he got there he searched every inch of the cave and when he didn’t find you his heart began to race.
For once, the calm and cool Avatar of Pride was beginning to panic at the thought of losing the love of his life.
He noticed some of the artifacts moved from their original position and that’s when he realized what must have happened.
He immediately summoned the guardian of the cave and demanded it release you. It was as simple as that.
After all, everyone is scared of making Lucifer angry - that was one thing his status in the Devildom was good for.
You were pulled out of the eternal prison and placed on the ground in front of Lucifer. You were asleep because of the magic and Lucifer’s heart broke at the sight of you.
He carefully picked you up and carried you back to the House of Lamentation where he laid you in his bed and took care of you until you woke up.
As he watched you sleep, he couldn’t help but blame himself. If he had just defended you like he knew he should have, then you would have never gone off on your own.
When you finally started to stir awake, Lucifer gently stroked your cheek with a loving yet pained smile. He hated seeing you like this.
“You’re awake,” he stated, relief washing over his features. You nodded your head as you began to recount the previous events and you felt deeply embarrassed. You couldn’t believe you had been so reckless.
You locked eyes with Lucifer expecting him to say I-told-you-so or to have a proud look in his eyes, but all you found was worry.
Lucifer couldn't care less about being right about the cave. All that mattered was that he had gotten you back safely.
“I’m sorry,” you tried to say, but he shook his head no in response. “I should have defended you against those students. I let my pride and reputation cloud my judgment and I nearly lost you because of it. I’m sorry,” he replied, his red eyes shining with more sincerity than you had ever seen them hold.
You carefully sat up and Lucifer helped you, making sure you were okay. When you were finally sitting upright, you pulled Lucifer into a hug and he gladly reciprocated it.
“Thank you for saving me,” you told him, barely above a whisper and his worries were washed away with your words, replaced with love and admiration as he pulled you closer.
From this moment forward, Lucifer would make sure that his pride never got in the way of your relationship and he would make sure that everyone at RAD knew that you were his and they were not allowed to mess with you.
Mammon wasn’t even sure why the two of you were fighting.
He had come home from an extremely late night at the casino in pretty bad shape.
He bet a bunch of money that he didn’t have, thinking he would win so it wouldn’t matter. But, then he lost.
And they expected him to pay up. But, he didn’t have any money so they took to roughing him up instead.
You had stayed up the entire night waiting for him, worried out of your mind. You were just praying that he would come home.
And when you saw the state he was in, you couldn’t help but scold him as you tended to his wounds. It was all coming from a place of love, and he knew it.
But, he was so used to having to defend himself against Lucifer.
He didn’t even realize he was being defensive until after the fight.
A simple argument that was meant to express your concern for Mammon turned into a heated exchange of words between the two of you and Mammon went too far.
He knew he went too far as soon as the words left his lips and he saw the look of hurt on your face.
But, he didn’t know how to fix it. He didn’t know how to take it back and he didn’t know what the right words to say were as he watched you storm out of his room.
He sat in his room in silence for an hour, thinking that you just needed some time to cool off. He figured you probably went to your room just to get some space from him.
The hour he spent by himself, he was going crazy.
Every inch of his body craved for him to go to your bedroom door and apologize.
He just wanted to hold you in his arms and tell you how sorry he was; but, his fear of you slamming the door in his face is what made him wait.
When he finally mustered up the courage to apologize, he knocked on the door quietly a few times but there was no answer.
He let out a sigh as he thought you wouldn’t even open the door. But, Mammon was stubborn and when you refused to open the door after a few more knocks, he invited himself in.
He let out a small gasp as he took in your bedroom. The lights were off, the bed was still made, and not a single item was out of place.
You weren’t there - you hadn’t been there all night. And now Mammon was panicking, because if you weren’t there then he had no idea where you went.
He rushed throughout the house asking if any of his brothers had seen you, even going so far as to wake some of them up.
Satan and Asmo were the most mad about that but when he explained that he couldn’t find you, they were all on board with searching for you.
After the fight, you decided you needed some air. You knew that you shouldn’t have scolded Mammon like Lucifer would have, but you couldn’t help it.
You were so worried and when he came home injured, it sent you over the edge. You loved Mammon so much and you were worried about what would happen if he wasn’t able to escape from someone he owed money to.
You were just trying to express that concern, but you knew that he wouldn’t take you badgering him as soon as he got home well.
You had only meant to step out for a moment to collect your thoughts. You were only going to take a quick walk around the block.
But, you weren’t expecting the demons that were lying in wait for a chance when one of the demon brothers wasn't with you.
It had taken three days for the demon brothers to get any kind of lead for you and Mammon hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the entire time.
He just kept thinking about how he would promise he would never go to the casino again. Hell, he would promise anything you wanted if you were alright and they could find you.
When his brothers told him of the possible location, he was there before they could finish talking.
He had never felt so grateful to be the fastest in his life as he approached the location.
His heart stopped beating when he saw you on the ground there. He held his breath as he hoped that you were alive with everything he had.
When he approached you, he saw that you were injured but alive.
He let out a huge breath of relief as he gently scooped you into his arms and the way you weakly said his name broke his heart.
“I’m gonna get ya’ out of here,” he promised as he felt you fall asleep.
He quickly took you back to the House of Lamentation where everyone quickly tended to your wounds.
They left him alone as he waited for you to wake up and as you lay on the bed in front of him, he just kept whispering, “I’m sorry.”
When you finally did wake up, you saw Mammon sitting next to you, holding your hands. He had deep circles under his eyes and his eyes looked bloodshot.
“Hey,” you said quietly and Mammon let out a small laugh in disbelief.
“Hi,” he replied, as he placed a couple of kisses on the knuckles of your hand that he was holding.
You noticed the tears that rushed down his cheeks as the relief of you being awake set in and you wanted nothing more to comfort him.
You gently pulled him into the bed with you and he looked down in shame as you carefully wiped his tears.
“I’m okay,” you reassured him causing him to finally look into your eyes.
“Ya’ almost weren’t,” he replied and you let out a small sigh. You couldn’t argue with him there.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered and you shook your head no. “We both said things that night,” you replied.
“But I shouldn’t have been at that casino anyway,” he stated and there was a moment of silence before he added, “I promise I won’t ever go again if you promise not to leave me.”
You let out a small chuckle at his words before telling him, “I promise I won’t leave you, Mammon. And you can still go to the casino. Just, maybe when you have more money and not all night.”
He nodded his head, agreeing, as he pulled you into his arms and rested his head on top of yours.
He wished he had done this that night instead of fighting with you. But he was glad that he got the chance to do it again.
Because you meant everything to him and having you in his arms was everything he ever needed.
It was amazing how riled up Levi could get when it came to a game or anime that Levi adored.
His brothers knew how to push the Avatar of Envy’s buttons and Mammon was especially the worst when it came to messing with Levi.
Whenever Mammon was bored, Levi was usually the one who Mammon targeted for some entertainment.
And unfortunately, the second-born had decided to drag you into his scheme this time.
You weren’t even sure what was really happening at first. All you knew was that Mammon had approached you, wearing a devilish smile, and asked you to go to Levi’s room with him.
One thing led to another and before you knew it, Mammon was bragging about your gaming skills and he was telling Levi that he could never beat you in a game because you were just that much better than him.
You could see the fire burning behind Levi’s eyes at every word Mammon spoke, and before you knew it, he was fuming.
The two of them started exchanging heated words towards each other and you could see Levi’s sin starting to come into play.
Mammon had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he did everything he could to push his brother over the edge just to see what would happen. Troublemaker.
The next thing you knew, Levi was setting up a game and challenging you to a match against him.
You weren’t sure how it got to this point, but you were too far in thanks to your first demon that you couldn’t back out.
And Levi’s sin clouded his judgment when he chose the game for the two of you to play.
He wanted to prove to the two of you that it took more skills than pushing buttons on a controller to be the best at video games like Mammon claimed you were.
So, he chose to play the new game that he had just ordered from Akuzon - a real life survivor horror game.
Before you could protest his decision, the game had started up and three of you were transported to a world beyond the reality you knew.
You knew nothing about the game and you were starting to panic a bit now as you realized Mammon had gotten you in way over your head this time.
But neither of them seemed to notice your discomfort, still snarling at each other and arguing.
And now you were starting to get annoyed because if this was anything like Levi’s other games, there was a possibility that you could actually die in this world.
And you were going in blind, with no expectations of what was after you or how to beat it.
And as these thoughts piled up more and more, you got more and more frustrated at the sound of the two demon brothers arguing.
You finally snapped at them after another moment to try and get them to realize the gravity of the situation you were now in.
But, blinded by his jealousy and anger, Levi began arguing with you this time and with your current frustrations, you couldn’t help but fight back.
Levi had a sharp tongue as his words bit into you unnecessarily. You weren’t even the one who started this fight in the first place. You were just a bystander.
But before you could respond to his insults - and before he could apologize for them - all of the lights went out around the three of you and anger was replaced by fear.
You could hear something moving around you, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.
You let out a muffled scream as you felt something grab you from behind, covering your mouth with one hand and using its other arm to drag you away.
You could hear the two demon brothers calling out for you, but you knew it was too late.
The lights came back on as soon as you were taken away and now Levi and Mammon were looking at each other with wide eyes that were full of panic as they processed what just happened.
“We have to find them,” Levi stated. “Don’t ya' think I know that,” Mammon replied.
“We’ll have to split up or we won’t get to them in time,” Levi responded.
Mammon hated the idea but agreed. Your safety was on the line and he was going to do whatever he could to help you get out of this situation.
They went their separate ways and Levi’s heart was pounding with anxiety. He was confident in his skills in these kinds of games - that’s why he bought them.
But, he never had such a big risk factored into the game. He was a demon who could most likely handle anything the game would throw at him.
But, you were just a human. He wasn’t sure how long you could last in this game and your safety banked entirely on his skills at completing the game quickly.
He wanted to focus solely on getting you back, but his self-deprecating thoughts always had a way of clouding his mind as he began blaming himself for putting you in this situation in the first place.
He knew how dangerous this game was, but he didn’t think before starting it up.
He should have taken a moment - he should have kept you safe instead of trying to prove a point.
The idea of losing you because of one judgment error that was influenced by his sin was enough to make tears start to sting in his eyes. He couldn’t lose you. Not now - not ever.
He quickly snapped himself out of those thoughts. Focus on the mission at hand.
There would be plenty of time to be down on himself later - once you were safe.
Levi raced through the entire game, taking on every challenge with unbelievable skill. If he wasn’t so worried he’d be excited about getting the fastest clear record.
He finally reached the dungeon area and took out the final boss with almost no effort. The Grand Admiral of Hell could be scary when he wanted to be.
He finally found you in one of the rooms, passed out.
Levi felt a wave of relief wash over him when he laid eyes on you, but his guilt only worsened when he saw the blood coating your arms and legs.
Luckily, they were minor injuries and you would be okay. But you got hurt because of him and it was something he could never forgive himself for.
The three of you were transported back to the Devildom, and as the scenery around him changed back to his room, Levi noticed Lucifer standing there, looking angry beyond belief.
Lucifer ordered Satan to tend to your wounds while he gave Mammon and Levi a very long lecture.
And there it was again - that familiar spark of jealousy at Satan being the one who got to tend to your wounds.
But look at the mess his sin had just gotten you all into. He didn’t have the right to be jealous when it was his jealousy that got you hurt.
Satan tended to your wounds pretty quickly, glad to see that things weren’t worse.
You had bandages on your arms and legs, but overall, you could move and the wounds weren’t that deep.
Levi showed up at your door a little while later and when you opened it, he refused to look at you out of the shame he was feeling.
You couldn’t help but feel sympathetic towards him. His sin was just as hard to control as the other brothers and Mammon had pushed him but you were sure he was only blaming himself for what happened.
You invited Levi in and he immediately started apologizing profusely.
You couldn’t get a word in, so to stop his rambling, you gently took his hand in yours and he finally met your eyes as his body started short-circuiting at the contact.
You bit back a smile at his reaction and told him sincerely, “I’m okay, Levi. Look - just a couple of bandages.”
Levi had never felt so grateful that you didn’t hate him for what happened and you led him over to your bed, not letting his hand go.
You wanted to distract Levi from the thoughts that always threatened to cripple him, so you asked him to watch anime with you. It was the least he could do, right?
Mostly, you just wanted to spend time with him and Levi couldn’t have been more excited.
You noticed him glancing at you throughout the night and you did your best not to lock eyes with him, knowing that if you caught him staring he might flee the scene.
But, he couldn’t stop admiring you and your resilience. He made a promise to himself that night to never let you be put in danger again; and, if you were in danger, he would be the one to save you again - the only one.
The Avatar of Wrath was one known for having outbursts at the smallest things
So, it should have been no surprise when he lost control in front of you.
You had made a simple mistake in which one of his books had gotten damaged and despite you apologizing profusely, he still lost his cool.
And you weren’t sure how to react, because while you had seen Satan take out his rage on others, he had never taken it out on you - not like this.
Part of you was in shock, and the other part was defensive because it really was a simple mistake.
But, Satan was in a blind rage and before he could stop himself, he had said some really hurtful things and had even broken some things in his room.
You were hurt, angry, and a bit scared of Satan so you fled the scene, needing some time to yourself.
You left the House of Lamentation, not wanting to see any of the other brothers either. You just needed a moment to calm down.
You decided to go for a walk and just took off in a random direction. You didn’t care where you were going.
All you cared about was getting away from the House of Lamentation for a while.
You should have paid more attention at RAD when they were going over the terrain of the Devildom because, after about thirty minutes of walking, you realized you were lost.
You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even notice the scenery had changed from the normal lights to you being completely surrounded by trees.
You let out a small shaky breath as the realization that you were in a bad situation suddenly dawned on you.
You surveyed the area around you, trying to find anything that might look familiar to you, but you were completely lost.
You could hear the Devildom creatures skittering through the forest only adding to the eerie atmosphere and making your heart beat faster.
You turned around and quickened your pace. You never made a turn, so if you just went back the way you came from then you should return to the House of Lamentation.
You walked for an hour in that direction and then you paused. You had only walked thirty minutes away from the House of Lamentation, so by now, you should have been back there.
But, still, the only thing that surrounded you were trees. You felt panic starting to settle in as you realized that you were completely lost and you desperately looked around as you tried to decide which direction to walk in.
Back at the House of Lamentation, Satan had finally started to calm down and with every ounce of rage that left his system, it was replaced with guilt.
You were the only person he never wanted his sin to affect, but he lost control.
The book was one he enjoyed reading, but he could get another copy. Besides, no book would mean as much to him as you did.
Satan immediately began searching the House of Lamentation for you but only found Beel in the kitchen instead.
“Satan, what are you doing here?” Beel asked and he was a little taken aback by his question. He lived there? Was that a sufficient answer?
Seeing his slight confusion, Beel clarified his question by saying, “I thought you were with Y/N.”
“I’m trying to find them,” Satan replied and now it was Beel’s turn to be slightly confused.
“They’re not here,” Beel replied and Satan’s heart skipped a beat.
“Where are they?” Satan asked, doing his best to stay calm but his voice was beginning to shake.
“I saw them leave. I thought they were meeting up with you,” Beel replied, a bit confused as to what exactly was going on.
Satan didn’t waste any more time as he quickly exited the House of Lamentation and now it was his turn to panic as all the worst possible case scenarios began playing through his mind.
Satan thought very analytically. He could find you. He would find you. He just needed to take a breath and think.
It had been several hours now since you left the House of Lamentation and you had given up hope of finding your way out of the woods any time soon.
You hadn’t dressed for a long trip through the Devildom woods and you were freezing now. You had multiple scrapes across your body from tripping and falling due to your exhaustion and lack of visibility with how dark the Devildom was.
You slumped against a tree and fell down to the ground, taking a few breaths to try and regain your energy as your eyelids started growing heavier and heavier.
You knew that you shouldn’t fall asleep there, but you couldn’t stop it and before you knew it, you were completely passed out.
Satan searched everywhere. He refused to give up until he found you. All he could do was hope that you were okay when he did find you.
It took time, but eventually, he came across you sitting on the ground, slumped against a tree and not moving.
Satan’s blood ran cold as he saw your form. From where he was standing he couldn’t see if you were breathing so he immediately rushed over to you, gently taking your head in his hands as he called your name.
His voice immediately woke you up and you slowly opened your eyes meeting striking green ones.
Satan let out a deep breath of relief when he saw you open your eyes and he carefully scooped you up in your arms.
Your head rested against his chest and he told you, “Get some rest. I’ll get you home safely.”
You were immediately comforted by his words, whatever fear you had of his rage dispersed by the way he lovingly held you and made you feel safe.
When you got back to the House of Lamentation, Satan set you on his bed and started tending to the scrapes you had obtained.
There was a bit of a tense silence between the two of you, neither one of you knowing what to say to each other.
“I promise, I will do everything in my power to never let my rage get out of hand towards you again,” Satan stated after another moment, keeping his eyes fixed on your injuries.
You could see the look of sadness in his eyes and you knew he must have been kicking himself for this whole situation.
“I’m sorry for damaging your book,” you replied, wanting to apologize as well but Satan shook his head.
“All that matters is that you're safe,” he replied as he finished with the first aid kit, setting it aside and sitting next to you on the bed.
He immediately pulled you into his arms, and kept you there, relishing in the warmth you provided. He could have lost you tonight and he didn’t know what he would ever do without you.
You hugged him back before reassuring him, “I’m not going anywhere.”
Asmo wasn’t one who typically argued with you. He loved you so much and only wanted you to love him back.
So he did anything and everything he could to make you happy.
And the biggest thing that made you happy was getting to spend time with Asmo.
While he was more than happy to oblige, dedicating his time to you also meant taking it away from the things that he used to do regularly to help keep his popularity status up.
Of course, Asmo had his group of loyal fans who would support him to the ends of the Devildom without requiring him to post on FabSnap or Devilgram regularly.
But, he’d be lying if he didn’t say that his popularity had certainly taken a hit lately.
You understood that having his fans was important for Asmo. He wanted to be loved by everyone and he could get really down in the dumps about himself if he wasn’t.
You tried to be supportive and not complain about the lack of time you had been getting with Asmo.
But now you were sitting alone in a restaurant, waiting for Asmo to show up, feeling embarrassed as you texted him.
This was the third date in a row that Asmo promised he would meet you, only for you to show up and have to wait for him.
He would either be extremely late or not show up at all and his excuse was always something to do with his livestream going on for longer than he thought it would or that he was taking extra time to make sure his look was perfect for pictures.
You knew that these kinds of things were just part of Asmo’s charm but you had been sitting at the restaurant for two hours now and you were beyond frustrated.
You decided to give up on the date idea and texted Asmo as much before deciding to take a walk around the Devildom.
You were fuming as you walked around the Devildom and you only got more irritated when Asmo texted you to innocently ask why you had canceled the date.
Asmo’s obliviousness as to why you were upset somehow made you even more made because you knew that Asmo wasn’t doing anything to intentionally make you mad.
You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. On one hand, you missed your time with Asmo and you wanted to express your need for him.
On the other hand, you didn’t want to come off as unsupportive or ask him to take time away from something he loved.
Your mind was racing with these thoughts, clouding your awareness and distracting you from your surroundings.
You continued to walk, almost mindlessly, as you attempted to sort through your internal dilemma.
After a while, you decided to take a breath and reset - being stuck in an endless loop wasn’t going to help you solve anything.
You leaned against a nearby wall and took a look around yourself, trying to figure out where you ended up walking.
But the more you looked, the more you realized you didn’t find anything that looked familiar to you at all.
Your mind began to race again, but this time the thoughts were purely about all the things that could go wrong while you were by yourself in an unfamiliar part of the Devildom.
As you tried to figure out how to get out of there, you heard a group of demons approaching and your heart skipped a beat as you prepared for the worst.
Meanwhile, Asmo was searching everywhere for you.
You had opened his message and you never replied to it - and that was something you never did.
He gave you a few minutes to respond, hoping that you were just really mad and typing out a long message.
But, when it didn’t come, he promptly ended his livestream and went out to find you himself.
He searched around the restaurant and asked anyone he saw if they had seen you and eventually, he was pointed in a direction.
He tried his best to keep a clear mind but it was a difficult task as more and more possibilities of things that could have happened to you continuously popped into his mind.
The demons had approached you just as you believed they would. Not everyone believed in Diavolo’s exchange program like most of the students at RAD.
One of them had attacked you and you dodged it just in time, gaining a deep wound on your arm but protecting yourself from any fatal blows.
You thought that they were going to attack again when Asmo suddenly appeared out of nowhere, looking more angry than you had ever seen him.
You could see his lips moving so you knew he was talking, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying.
Whatever it was, you watched as fear crept into the faces of every single one of the demons before they eventually all scurried away.
You let out a breath of relief at their disappearance and Asmo turned to face you.
The anger immediately dissipated from his eyes, replaced with worry as he frantically looked at your arm.
It was only a gash on your arm, but Asmo would have everyone believe you were about to die.
He helped you get to the House of Lamentation where he was even more of a drama queen.
He started crying for help as soon as the door was open and when you were met with his brothers, Asmo’s face would be covered in tears as he begged his brothers to help you.
It was really overdramatic, but at least you knew that he cared.
Asmo held your hand and gently stroked your hair as your arm was tended to. He wanted to be there to comfort you, but you could tell he was uncomfortable by the way he winced whenever he caught a glimpse of your wound.
Once it was completely bandaged up, Asmo took you to his room and laid with you on his bed. He brought you as close to him as he could, making sure your injured arm was resting on top of him so that it didn’t get bumped around.
You were even deeper in your internal dilemma now. If Asmo hadn’t shown up when he did, you might not have made it. He saved you - so did you have a right to be mad about everything that happened before that situation?
Asmo could practically hear your mind racing. He knew that something was bothering you and he hated it.
“Are you mad at me?” Asmo asked. It was the only thing he could think of that would be causing you to think so hard. You let out a small sigh as you tried to find the right way to word things.
“No, Asmo. I’m not mad. I just - I miss you,” you replied and he could hear that your words carried a heavier weight than usual.
He stayed quiet for a moment, hoping you would continue on your own, but when you didn’t say anything else, he begged you to talk to him.
You knew that now was the best chance you were going to get to explain how you felt and you told him everything that had been bothering you.
Asmo was taken aback by your words. He had no idea that you were feeling like this and it bothered him more than you could ever know to find out he was the reason you were feeling like this.
Nothing was more important to him than you. You were the only one who brought love and light into his life and whether he had a million fans or none, it wouldn’t matter as long as he had you.
Asmo told you all of that but you also wanted to stress the fact that you didn’t want him to stop what he loved. That would be just as bad.
The two of you lay in bed for a while as you both brainstormed, both of you at an impasse and not knowing where to take things from there so that you would both be satisfied.
That’s when Asmo came up with the brilliant idea to have you livestream with him. It would mean you and him get to spend more time together without removing that part of his life.
Plus, the more popular you were among the denizens of the Devildom, the less likely anyone could try and hurt you again.
Asmo thought it was the perfect solution, as long as it was something you were interested in doing.
He wanted to give you some time to think about it, so he asked if the two of you could talk about it tomorrow.
That night, he had come too close to possibly losing you and the only thing he wanted to do was hold you close so he could remind himself that you were there with him.
That was the only thing that mattered.
While Beel’s stature could easily make anyone believe he was a fighter, everyone close to him knew that he was just a giant teddy bear.
He didn’t like fighting and he despised it even more so when it came to you.
Beel looked at you like you were the sun that his whole world revolved around. And because you meant so much to him, Beel never wanted to see you upset.
He did everything he could to make you happy.
So, for you and Beel to fight, it had to be over something pretty big - at the very least, over something that meant a lot to him.
And besides you and his family, the thing that meant the most to him was food. And he had been craving a specific item from a bakery that was a bit far from the House of Lamentation.
Beel had gotten the item in surplus because he rarely had the opportunity to go to the bakery.
He had even been so good about not eating all of it in one sitting so that he would have some extra for later.
But, when he returned to the kitchen for the rest of his food he instead discovered you - eating his special snack.
And now Beel was in an intense internal dilemma as his sin fought to reach the surface and cause him to snap at you.
He knew that you didn’t mean to eat his things on purpose. You had barely gotten the chance to discover all the food the Devildom had to offer so you would have no idea what snack you were eating or that it was hard to get it.
You saw Beel there in the kitchen watching you eat, a struggled look on his face as he tried to hold back his anger. He didn’t want to take it out on you.
You wondered why he could be angry and then you looked down at the evidence in your hand and you realized what you must have done.
“Was this yours?” you asked, afraid to hear the answer. He took a moment to respond, but his reaction gave you the answer you needed.
When he finally did speak, you could tell he was holding back as he explained where those snacks came from and how he doesn’t get a chance to have them often.
He was visibly upset, even though he was trying to hide it, and you felt terrible. You wouldn’t have eaten it if you had known how it was Beel’s, especially if it was a rare snack.
You tried to apologize to Beel but he was being a bit short with you. You couldn’t blame him though. You just wanted to find a way to make it right.
Beel ended up walking away from the situation so that he didn’t end up saying something that he didn’t mean and would regret later.
When he went to cool down, you felt even worse. Beel was never angry at you, so you knew that you messed up big time to bring him to this level.
Luckily for you, during the discussion, Beel had told you the name of the snack, the bakery it came from, and where it was in the Devildom.
You had all the information you needed to buy him more and you figured the least you could do was replenish what you ate.
So, you left immediately to the place where he talked about it.
However, what Beel didn’t mention while talking to you was that the reason he didn’t get the snack very often was because the area of the Devildom the bakery was located in was a very dangerous place.
It had been a while after you left when Beel was finally feeling a bit better.
He felt bad about being short with you and with the way he left in the middle of the conversation.
But, if you were anyone else, he would have already been on a food rampage and that was the last thing he wanted to happen so he thought walking away would be the best solution.
As soon as he was feeling better, he went to find you. He first looked in the kitchen where he last saw you.
You were nowhere to be found, but on the table where you were sitting, there was a note that you had left for Beel explaining where you had gone.
Beel felt his heart sink to his stomach as he read your words. There was no way you would go there without someone accompanying you, right?
Beel couldn’t afford to wait to find out the answer to that question.
While he was rushing to come to your aide, you found yourself in a bad situation with some demons.
You managed to find the bakery Beel mentioned and they still had some of those treats. You grabbed as much as you could afford - and carried - and you were making your way back to the House of Lamentation when a group of demons approached you and drove you into a nearby ally.
Beel showed up at the bakery a few minutes after you had left and immediately asked if they had seen you there. When they confirmed that you had bought some treats and already left, Beel was slightly panicked. If you weren’t there, where could you be?
He immediately began searching around the area, but he didn’t see you anywhere.
He heard a small scream close by and immediately rushed in the direction only to find you sitting on the ground, holding your leg.
Beel immediately rushed over to you and you were so thankful to see him. The other demons had already left, taking your belongings with them.
You were bleeding from a small wound near your ankle, but you were grateful that it wasn’t worse.
Beel was more than angry to see his girl injured but was also relieved that you hadn’t been more badly hurt.
“What were you thinking?” he asked softly, a question of worry not anger.
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to make up for the food I ate by buying you more,” you replied and your eyes widened as you realized the demons had taken the snacks as well as your wallet so now you couldn’t even replenish Beel’s stock.
Beel seemed to understand what happened by the look you were expressing and he couldn’t help but fall in love with you a little more.
You were so kind and caring. You were someone who deserved the world and someone he believed he didn’t deserve.
Beel managed to treat your small wound before offering to take you to the bakery. This time the two of you could share some of those snacks.
He had money on him and didn’t mind paying for some more. Besides, you were both already down in that area, you might as well make the most of it.
The outing turned into a pretty good date that made Beel realize he never wanted to be without you by his side. And he would never let there be an opportunity where you could be taken from him again.
Beel was very sweet to you for the rest of the day, still feeling like the events of the day were his fault because he couldn’t control himself.
He more than made up for his small outburst and he wasn’t even the slightest bit angry about his food being eaten anymore.
Though, when you got back to the House of Lamentation, Beel made sure to tell Lucifer everything that had happened.
The demons who hurt you may have gotten away temporarily but when they messed with you, they missed with all seven of the demon brothers, and there wouldn’t be a place they could go where Lucifer wouldn’t find them and punish them.
It was no secret that Belphie tended to start fights. He could act bratty when he wanted to, and if you weren’t in the mood for his antics, it was easy to get upset at him.
And don’t think that he would back down if that happened. He would stand his ground until whoever was mad at him was forced to walk away; and, he would wear a smug smile as they did, knowing he had won.
But, Belphie never expected you to be on the opposite end of this kind of fight with him.
And it was over something that was so small but escalated too quickly.
You had come home from a very busy day at RAD and immediately went to the attic where Belphie was taking a nap.
You had recently been assigned to take charge in a RAD event that was coming up and to say that you were stressed would be an understatement.
You were overwhelmed and on the brink of a mental breakdown and you went to Belphie for comfort, hoping he could help you find a solution to your problems, or at the very least, calm you down.
But Belphie had just woken up to you being upset and truth be told, he still felt half-asleep.
He wanted to listen to you but every inch of his body was craving to go back to bed and it resulted in Belphie falling asleep midway through your rambling.
You shook him awake once more, desperate for his comfort and that’s when he pulled you down into the bed as well.
“Just take a nap, Y/N, it will help you feel better,” he told you and you let out a sigh as you felt like Belphie wasn’t listening to a word you were saying.
“I don’t have time to take a nap, Belphie. Weren’t you listening?” you asked him, turning to look at him only to be met with the sight of his eyes closed once more.
You let out a scoff as you moved from the bed, standing up and gathering your things to leave. Unbelievable.
“Sometimes, it feels like you don’t care at all,” you stated. You were exhausted and frustrated and the words left your lips before you could comprehend the weight of them.
And Belphie took offense to them. But instead of trying to convince you that he did care - an action that would have made you feel guilty for saying those words - Belphie got defensive.
He snapped back with his own snarky remark which led to the two of you arguing back and forth, exchanging heated words.
And when Belphie was in a battle of insults, he always won. Because he wasn’t afraid to go past the line that most people drew.
He immediately regretted it when the words came out and he saw the hurt in your eyes.
He tried to backpedal, but he was stuck and when you walked away he realized the feeling he got from this argument was far from the feeling of satisfaction he got when he bested one of his brothers.
You had decided to go back to RAD to work on the project you were assigned to try and take your mind off your fight with Belphie.
You could admit that you were out of line with the things you were saying, but so was Belphie. You felt awful about how things went, but you were afraid if you went back to Belphie too early, he would still be mad and the two of you would end up in another argument.
You didn’t mean to stay out for as long as you had. You were so wrapped up in your work that you didn’t even pay attention to the time.
And before you knew it, you had fallen asleep at RAD.
Belphie hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep since your fight. He felt guilty about his part in the fight; but mostly, he was anxious because he knew you left and you hadn’t come back yet.
He didn’t get any text messages or phone calls from you and none of his brothers had seen you and he was panicking.
He nervously paced in the attic as he wondered if he was the reason you were injured, once again.
He would never forgive himself if he found you hurt - or worse.
When his anxiety hit its peak, Belphie decided to go look for you himself.
His demon form had slipped out as panic clouded his mind and he raced around the Devildom, looking for you.
This was far more effort than he had ever put into anything but he could care less about that. You were the only thing on his mind.
His eyes were crazed as he looked everywhere he could think of, but you weren’t anywhere.
Finally, the last location he looked at was RAD and he felt his body flood with relief as he saw you passed out at one of the desks - perfectly fine.
Belphie let out a deep breath as he slowly returned to normal, taking in every inch of your body to assure himself that you were okay.
RAD. This should have been the first place he looked and if he really had been paying attention to you earlier - he would have thought about that.
Belphie cursed himself as he contemplated waking you. Would you even leave with him if he asked you to?
He approached the desks and saw what you were working on - there were still so many things you had to figure out for the event and he hated that instead of helping you, he pushed you away.
He looked over the documents and saw something he could help with. He quickly jotted his notes down on the paper and then another item caught his eye.
Without realizing what he was doing, Belphie continued to take notes about things that might help you with the event.
You woke up a few hours later and let out a groan, feeling how stiff your back and neck were from sleeping on the desk.
You let out a small gasp as you saw Belphie sitting next to you, passed out on a desk of his own. Did he come here just to sleep?
You went to gather your papers up to go back to the House of Lamentation. But, as you did, you saw there were notes all over them.
Your eyes widened as you read each paper. That was Belphie’s handwriting. He had solved every single one of your problems that was overwhelming you.
Your heart warmed as you felt even worse about the fight now. You loved Belphie and he loved you and you never should have accused him of not caring.
The work he put in for you told you everything you needed to know and you finished putting away your stuff before gently shaking Belphie awake.
He opened one eye and you gave him a small smile. “Let’s go home,” you told him softly and he let out a small sigh before standing up.
You didn’t get a chance to say anything before Belphie pulled you into his arms, his head lazily resting in the crook of your neck as he held you close.
“I do care,” he mumbled against your skin and you couldn’t help but hug him back.
“I know,” you replied with sincerity and Belphie was satisfied with your answer.
But, he was still a brat and when the two of you got back to the House of Lamentation, Belphie stated that you had to go lay down with him because you owed him for doing all of your work for you.
You wanted to glare at him for even trying to go that route, but he didn’t give you a chance, taking you to the attic and bringing you down onto the bed with him.
Belphie immediately pulled you close, a small smirk resting on his face as that feeling of satisfaction that he loved finally came to him.
All things considered, your work was done now and you could use some sleep in an actual bed so you didn’t mind laying down with Belphie.
And he just wanted to feel your warmth right there next to him - where you belonged. He never wanted to feel it missing from his side again.
Summary: Lucifer and his brothers with an MC where Lucifer acts as the strict father figure and MC acts as the gentle mother figure.
Lucifer x Reader (Romantically)
The Other Demon Brothers x Reader (Familial)
Word Count: 1,322
A/N: The reader is referred to as a mother figure but there are no feminine pronouns.
When you first got to the Devildom, you had no idea what was in store for you. You had no idea what to expect in a situation where a human has to live with a group of demons and has to adjust to their way of living.
You didn’t expect to grow so close to the demon brothers and you didn’t expect them to be such troublemakers either.
Sometimes, they would try to involve you in their schemes, but most of the time, you were the one they came to after their plan inevitably failed or when Lucifer caught them. They found solace in you.
Lucifer would give them a long and terrible lecture about their wrongdoings while discussing their punishment.
And when he was finally done with his scolding, they would seek out comfort from you.
You had a way of always putting them at ease. Even though, most of the time, you agreed with Lucifer.
Sometimes the brothers were a bit too reckless and you knew that most of the time, Lucifer’s lectures came from a place of deep care for his brothers. He didn’t want anything to happen to them. And in this mind, the only way to stop them from doing it again was to punish them.
He didn’t see that his punishments didn’t work as effectively as he wished. Luckily, he had you there to help emphasize his point.
You would gently reproach their actions, telling them everything that could go wrong before defending the things Lucifer was saying.
The difference was, they actually listened to you. You had a way of getting through to them - something Lucifer was envious of and something he admired very deeply.
The way that you took care of his brothers (and him) and never complained made him fall for you more and more every day.
You were someone he respected and someone he could depend on and that was something that Lucifer was sorely missing in his daily life.
Before long, you and Lucifer were acting in sync as honorary parents to the brothers. And with your help, some order was restored to the House of Lamentation.
Mammon would go to the casino, but he wouldn’t stay out all night or gamble away every last dime he had. And you even got him to turn his assignments in on time.
Levi had learned to spend more time out of his room, actually interacting with the people he called his family. And he cut back on his spending on Akuzon.
Satan still liked to keep to himself, but he noticed that Lucifer was much more tolerable whenever you were with him.
Asmo used to stay out multiple nights at the club and would return when he felt like it; but, after expressing your concerns, he made sure to come home at a reasonable time.
Beel learned to control his ravaging of the fridge and pantry. He was rewarded by your delicious cooking whenever he resisted his temptation, and he came to learn that was always better than eating anything and everything.
Belphie was able to stay awake at least to do the important things - like school and chores. You couldn’t even remember how long it had been since he and Satan came up with an Anti-Lucifer League scheme.
And Lucifer couldn’t remember a time when he had been happier. It was like you came into his life, picked up all of the pieces, and fixed everything.
In his mind, you were the perfect addition to the family, and the way you loved all of them - the way you loved him - meant everything to him.
For once, Lucifer could admit that things were nearly perfect. But then, his brothers went missing.
It had been two days since either of you heard from them and the worry lines were about to become permanent on your faces.
You did your best to try and comfort Lucifer and keep him calm as you both searched for them. But, he was teetering on a very fine line of losing his mind, and to be honest, so were you.
You needed to find them - quickly. Because you were sure that Lucifer would uproot all three realms to find them if he had to.
He continuously reached out to his connections around the Devildom while you continued to text and call the brothers - hoping one of them would eventually answer.
Then one day, as you were noticing the dark circles under Lucifer’s eyes from lack of sleep, the front door to the House opened.
You held your breath as you both rushed to the door and watched as all six of his brothers walked in with sheepish expressions on their faces.
You were relieved, just glad they were okay, and you immediately approached them to hug them.
As you did, you noticed they were injured and you ushered them into the living room to tend to their wounds.
As you passed by Lucifer, you noticed the look of anger on his face and you braced yourself for the long lecture that he was about to give.
And long was an understatement. You felt like Lucifer went on for years as he harshly scolded them.
You did your best to interject with phrases like, “We were really worried about you,” and, “It would kill us if something happened to you.”
By the time you were done patching up their wounds, Lucifer was done talking and walked off to go to his room for the night.
You gave them all a small smile and they could feel the love you had for them without you having to state it.
They didn’t say it often enough but they were so grateful that of all the choices, you were the human that came into their life.
“Get some rest,” you told them gently, knowing they all desperately needed it. They looked exhausted. And you could always talk more tomorrow.
You watched them all go to bed before heading up to Lucifer’s room. You knocked softly but he already knew who it was before you did.
He invited you in and when you entered, you saw him sitting on his bed, his usual vest and tie off. You noticed he looked a bit more relaxed now as his shirt was somewhat unbuttoned and his hair was a bit messier than usual.
You came to sit by him on the bed and he looked at you, his black and red eyes shining with love for you.
“They’re okay,” you told him and he let out a deep breath in response. You swore you could physically see the tension release from his muscles as the feeling of relief flooded his body.
He wasn’t good at admitting it. He believed he always had to keep up the strong and strict personality of the first-born. But, he was worried.
You gently took his hand in yours and you couldn’t help but smile as you thought about him.
“What is it?” he asked, noticing the way your lips had turned upwards. “You’re a great big brother,” you replied, in a gently teasing voice.
Lucifer let out a scoff but you could see the blush rise to his cheeks and for once, he didn’t have the energy to deny your allegations.
To take the attention off himself he gently stroked your cheek and told you, “I’m lucky to have you. We all are.”
He smirked as you were now wearing a blush of your own before gently placing his lips on yours. “Thank you,” he said barely above a whisper as he intensely gazed into your eyes, making your heart skip a beat.
And it was in those moments that you felt lucky to have them.
Summary: The brothers' reactions to an MC who is the oldest sibling but is also the shortest sibling, and they have some self-esteem issues because of it.
The Seven Brothers x Reader
Word Count: 1,524
Lucifer is on your side one hundred percent of the time. He knew how frustrating it could be at times when you were the eldest sibling.
You felt responsible for your younger siblings and that responsibility made it all the more aggravating when your siblings didn’t listen to you.
Likewise, it was easier for you to understand some of the decisions that Lucifer made, even when none of his brothers could understand his reasons.
And he was grateful to have someone like you in the House of Lamentation. It was a presence that he was sorely missing from his life.
There have been times when he caught you giving lectures to his brothers when they’ve done something particularly rambunctious and he’s never been so proud.
In his head, he’s encouraging you to give them the scolding of a lifetime. But, he won’t step in. He’ll just admire you in action.
And if your self-esteem issues ever come up, he’ll do everything in his power to try and dispel them.
You were an excellent eldest sibling and you were great at being in charge; and, he would make sure the whole world knew it.
Mammon would relate to you the most out of everyone. He understood what it was like to be an older sibling but not get any respect from your little siblings.
You were the shortest out of all your siblings and because of that, sometimes they didn’t treat you like you were the eldest and that gave you a lack of self-confidence sometimes.
Mammon was always battling with his younger siblings. He did his best to come off as confident and self-assured as Lucifer was, but he was constantly made fun of by his little brothers and that led to him having self-esteem issues.
He’ll know how to comfort you when you’re feeling down on yourself more than anyone else because he’s speaking from experience.
And, if you ever get snippy with his younger brothers, you’ll ignite a new sense of confidence in Mammon.
He’ll think of the two of you as a team, and unlike Lucifer, he’ll verbally encourage you with your scolding.
He’ll wear a prideful smirk the entire time and endure the glares from his younger brothers while you finish your lecture.
And when you’re done, he’ll give them a pointed look, silently telling them not to mess with either one of you again. But, really, it’s just you the demon brothers don’t want to mess with. They could care less about Mammon being there for the lecture.
Levi struggled with being an older sibling sometimes. He knew that as the third-born, he was supposed to be looked at as one of the leaders when it came to his family.
But, he struggled with the pressure of making decisions and having strict rules which is why he typically kept to his room and did his own things.
So, it’s a bit of a comfort for him to see that you, an older sibling, also struggled sometimes with your siblings. It made him feel like less of a disappointment.
You had seen how determined and intimidating Levi could be in his games sometimes and you believed that if he could bring that out of himself in real life, he could be as intimidating as Lucifer to his younger brothers.
Levi didn’t care too much about real-life situations though. What he cared about was the way your assertive nature came out when the two of you were playing games.
With the way you could take charge in games, he thought you must be the best older sibling in the world.
Levi would be another one who would be good at helping you with your self-esteem issues and you were just as good at helping him with his.
He even took charge of his brothers a couple of times, surprising himself with his words. He was stunned when his little brothers actually listened to him and he was certain it was because of your encouragement.
Satan’s reasons for not liking Lucifer weren’t because he was the eldest sibling. It was because everyone compared him to Lucifer.
So, the fact that you’re the eldest sibling doesn’t bother Satan one bit.
In fact, he enjoys the way you’ll put yourself in charge and handle the situations that come up during your time in the Devildom.
It takes a special person to be able to adapt to a life full of demons and you took the challenge head-on and exceeded everyone’s expectations.
Satan couldn’t help but wonder if your siblings helped prepare you for your adventures down there. Maybe your siblings acted like demons - so to speak.
Whatever it was, Satan was grateful for it. He adored watching you when you were being assertive and had a small smirk whenever one of his siblings was taken aback by it.
Here they were, Avatars of Sin and some of the most powerful demons in the Devildom and they were being intimidated by you.
Everything about your personality impressed Satan, and if anyone dared to not show you the proper respect, he would step in.
That included if your siblings decided to tease you about being the shortest one.
To put it simply, Asmo liked it when someone could be dominant.
And since you were the eldest sibling, you tended to have your moments of dominance.
They would make Asmo swoon every time.
It was the way you presented yourself that made Asmo fawn over you.
You could act so sweet and innocent at times and then whenever someone crossed a line, you would be giving them a lecture that competed with Lucifer’s.
It was exciting for Asmo to see both sides of you so he didn’t mind your “eldest sibling” personality one bit.
In fact, in true Asmo fashion, sometimes if he caught one of his brothers doing something wrong, he would call on you just so he could see you give them a good scolding.
The first time he found out that you had some confidence issues due to your height, he was shocked. How could you of all people have self-esteem issues when you were so perfect to him?
But, if there was anyone who could help with confidence, it was Asmo.
He would shower you with compliments until you believed him.
And if your siblings ever made fun of your height in front of him, rest assured he’ll find a way to ensure they never do it again.
Beel might be the second-to-youngest out of his siblings, but he had a very mature personality and sometimes acted more like an older sibling than some of his brothers.
And because of how mature he was, it was easy for you to get along with him.
Beel never got into any trouble or tried to stir up issues. The worst he ever did was eat all of the food - but that was to be expected of the Avatar of Gluttony.
But, whenever you needed help lecturing one of his brothers, he was the perfect helping hand.
There had been multiple times Lucifer called on Beel to help him punish one of his siblings and Beel never questioned it as long as there was proper food compensation.
And the same went for you. If one of the brothers did something that made you mad or was deserving of a lecture, he would hunt them down for you and make sure they stayed still as you taught them a lesson.
And he didn’t even do it for the food. He just did it for you because he cared about you. And because maybe he enjoyed it when you were in charge.
He would make sure to never be on the receiving end of your lecture. And, when he found out about your low self-esteem, he would do everything he could to help you come to love your height the way he did.
Belphie is the least pleased about your “eldest sibling” personality. But that’s mostly just because he has a hard time getting along with Lucifer.
It wasn’t that he necessarily thought that Lucifer was a bad person - it was just his nagging was something that irritated Belphie beyond belief.
It got to the point where Belphie would actually dread seeing his brother sometimes, knowing that a lecture usually came with him.
So, naturally, he expected you to be the same way. Always on his case about something.
And it was easy for you to see Lucifer’s side of things when it came to Belphie. Sometimes, the eldest sibling has to make tough decisions for their own good.
But, you never flaunted it the way Lucifer did, which was a huge thing for Belphie.
And although you could have your times when you scolded the brothers, you always knew how to lighten up and have some fun with them.
That was something that seemed impossible for Lucifer to do.
So, although he’s a bit wary of you at first, he can see that you aren’t just Lucifer 2.0 and because of that, he grows closer to you all the same.
Summary: Lucifer's reaction to an MC who has a habit of biting whenever concentrating really hard or even randomly.
Lucifer x Reader
Word Count: 967
The first time you bit Lucifer, he was completely caught off-guard.
The two had grown closer to each other throughout your time in the Devildom.
Close enough that now, most of the time you opt to do your homework in Lucifer’s study while he’s working instead of in your own bedroom or the library.
Lucifer didn’t mind one bit that you preferred to spend your time with him.
He enjoyed your company while he worked and he would always try to make sure to take at least one break to make himself his favorite tea and he would make your favorite drink as well.
There was one night in particular when you were struggling with one of your classes. You were religiously reading the textbook in front of you, but for some reason, you just weren’t grasping the concept.
Lucifer could tell you were struggling, so he decided to push aside his work and help you.
He sat closely as he read from the book, trying to figure out what lesson you were learning. And once he was able to do that, he began explaining it to you in a much easier way.
As he spoke, you were doing your best to concentrate on his words. You were focusing so hard on his words, in fact, that you didn’t notice yourself leaning forward toward his arm.
You had mindlessly, gently, bit Lucifer on the arm and you didn’t even realize you were doing it, until he had stopped talking, his eyes wide as his brain tried to process what was going on.
When you realized what you were doing, you quickly sat back up and muttered a small apology. You noticed that his cheeks had turned a light pink shade, but he was doing everything in his power to try and hide that fact from you.
Lucifer cleared his throat in an attempt to regain his composure as he continued to explain the lesson to you and this time you got it effortlessly.
Neither of you brought up the bite for a while, and it was something that you ended up forgetting about. But, Lucifer, couldn’t forget about it.
It was like a small mystery to him. What prompted you to bite him? Was it an accident or intentional? Most importantly, did you only do it with him?
Regardless of your intentions with the bite, he found it adorable as with everything you did and he had to make sure that none of his other brothers got to see that tick of yours.
Surely, it would make them fawn over you even more than they already do and he definitely couldn’t have that.
Since that day, you noticed Lucifer sitting closer to you than he usually did and you would notice he would reach across you more often.
He was just trying to see if he could get you to bite him again, but considering you weren’t even fully aware of your actions the first time, the message wasn’t getting across to you.
Eventually, Lucifer gave up on trying to experiment on what made you bite him and things soon returned to normal.
A few days later, you noticed that Lucifer looked particularly tired. He had been working extra hard that day, a mountain of paperwork on his desk and you wanted to do something to help.
You offered to give him a shoulder massage and before he could decline your offer, your hands were already on his shoulders.
He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to massage him, but the massage felt good and was helping to release a large amount of tension.
So, instead, he stayed quiet and relished in the feeling of your hands running over his back, massaging away every knot and soreness.
You, in turn, were focusing very hard on making sure you hit every spot that felt tense. You wanted to help Lucifer relax.
And as you were massaging his large shoulders, your mind couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to give one of them a small nibble.
And you couldn’t resist the urge as you leaned forward and gave him a small love bite on his shoulder.
You felt him tense up and he looked down to hide the smile that threatened to creep across his lips at the feeling of you being too close to him.
The more comfortable you got with Lucifer, the more biting incidents occurred. It was never a harsh bite, just a small symbol of your affection for him.
And the more you did it, the more Lucifer got used to it. He stopped shying away from it or trying to figure out the cause of it.
Instead, he embraced it and whenever you would gently bite him he felt warm inside. It was something special that only the two of you shared.
Of all the small habits, he believed this one was the most unique and cute. It made you all the more lovable.
And before you knew it, it became a normal part of your relationship. An endearing and romantic mannerism that others would certainly be a bit confused by if they saw the two of you.
Lucifer didn’t just settle for the one being bitten, he got his own little love bites in, and when he was feeling particularly playful, he would even turn it into a competition.
It was never anything aggressive, but simply a matter of who could give the most bites while still making it look natural.
As usual, Lucifer was determined to win the competition; but, he never did. In fact, most of the time it led to the two of you competing until the end of the night when he would just hold you in his arms, smiling as he adored you.
Summary: The brothers' reactions to an MC who has the same hobbies as Levi, Satan, and Belphie (i.e., they like to play games, watch anime, read manga and regular books, and they like to nap).
The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader
Word Count: 2,733
Lucifer was a big fan of you reading books, especially if they were books about the Devildom.
He thought that reading was an excellent way to supplement your studies and he believed it would help you do well in RAD.
So he didn’t have any objections to that hobby of yours. In fact, he even encouraged it and invited you to read in his personal study where he had rare books.
He was less of a fan of your other hobbies though.
It’s not that Lucifer was completely against manga or anime, it’s just he didn’t understand the affinity for always wanting to read or watch it.
And he understood the appeal of playing video games, just not spending so much time doing so.
And of all your hobbies, he was the least understanding of you napping.
Lucifer was someone who believed that the hours in a day should be used to their fullest and napping just simply did not qualify.
But, as the two of you started to grow closer, Lucifer found himself starting to become more and more interested in the things you liked to do, just because he knew they made you happy.
After weeks of begging Lucifer to watch an anime with you, he finally caved and agreed.
Of course, he locked you in his bedroom and made sure that none of his brothers would find out about it.
And although he made you swear to keep it a secret, he genuinely enjoyed the story the anime portrayed and when you told him the manga had even more content, he went out to buy it for the both of you.
After that night, Lucifer was more willing to watch different animes with you and read different manga, because he loved the smile that it brought to your face when he did so.
He asked you to spend your time reading in his study instead of the library and whenever you fell asleep in his big chair after reading, he covered you with a blanket and gently stroked your cheek with his gloved hand before returning to work.
Even though you were asleep, he found comfort in you being there with him.
Mammon’s hobbies didn’t really align with yours. First of all, he almost always had energy, so he didn’t like taking naps a lot unlike you.
Also, he didn’t have time to read books or watch anime - not when he could be making money!
But, when he realized that it was the only way he was going to get a chance to hang out with you, Mammon decided to bite the bullet and give it a chance - for you.
You chose the most action-packed anime you could think of and Mammon was totally invested after the first episode. He had to admit that he didn’t give anime the respect it deserved.
He swore off reading manga, but you found a few different ones hidden in his room while the two of you were hanging out.
Playing games was something that Mammon genuinely enjoyed doing with you, but he tended to get very competitive and he would be a bit pouty when you inevitably destroy him in the games.
Mammon still wasn’t one for taking naps, but he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks when you would fall asleep next to him, your head resting on his shoulder or in his lap.
He would try and make sure that he was always nearby when you were starting to feel sleepy and he would always offer himself up as a pillow for you to use.
He just loved watching how peaceful you looked when you were sleeping and how your eyebrows would gently twitch whenever you were having an intense dream.
And, he couldn’t imagine his brothers getting the chance to see you so vulnerable. That would be completely unacceptable.
When it came to reading books, Mammon didn’t take as much of an interest in that hobby.
But, if he was having a particularly rough day and just wanted to be around his human, he would lay his head in your lap and ask you to read to him.
It didn’t matter what book you were reading, he just wanted to hear your voice. It always made him feel better.
Levi was a bit skeptical when you first told him that you liked to play games, read manga, and watch anime.
He had never met someone who was into all of those things the same way he was, so he thought that you were for sure playing a trick on him or trying to make fun of him in some way.
In fact, he went as far as shutting down and not talking to you for a couple of days, trying to figure out exactly what you were up to.
It wasn’t until he caught you playing one of his favorite videogames in your bedroom that he started talking to you again.
And during that conversation, you managed to prove yourself as an otaku with your extensive knowledge of manga and anime.
Levi was completely surprised at how passionately you talked about it, it was like listening to himself talk.
He both hated and loved how excited he was to have another person in his life who had the same hobbies as he did.
And he both hated and loved the nervous feeling he got around you when he found out that information. Not to mention the new feeling of wanting to spend time with you.
It was all brand new things that he was feeling and wasn’t sure how to process these emotions properly.
He invited you over to his room to hang out and the two of you stayed up all night, talking about your favorite manga, watching your favorite anime, and playing video games.
You ended up going to sleep pretty late. You wanted to stay up even longer to hang out with Levi, but you also loved your sleep, and your eyelids had grown too heavy to keep them open any longer.
When you passed out, Levi took a moment to notice how adorable you looked. Then, after blushing profusely at his own thought, he began to panic about his brothers finding you in his room - asleep.
He didn’t even want to imagine what his brothers would say or what conclusions they would jump to.
He immediately tried to wake you up, but it was like you went into a coma. No matter what he did, you just continued to sleep peacefully.
Moments later, just as Levi feared, his brothers came in to check on their little brother only to find their favorite human asleep.
Levi suffered through an endless amount of humiliation and swore to himself that he couldn’t let you fall asleep there ever again.
But, that wasn’t going to stop him from inviting you over to hang out again.
Satan was completely enamored with you since the moment he found out you were an avid reader.
There were so many books that he wanted to share with you and you had your own list of books you wanted to share with him.
The two of you spent a lot of time in the library. You were reading silently next to each other, yet it felt so comfortable.
Satan never really paid much attention to manga when Levi was talking about it, but when you were talking about it, it seemed so much more interesting.
You showed Satan some of your favorite manga and it expanded his world of reading so much more.
He had a whole new library of unexplored stories and it excited him beyond imagination.
And when you told him that a lot of the manga had an animated series based on it, he begged you to watch it with him.
He loved playing detective while watching anime with you. He would analyze all of the scenes and try and point out any similarities or differences between the manga and the anime.
Satan also didn’t typically play video games, but when you explained to him that there were tons of games that had a story to them, he was once again intrigued.
How had he never heard of these games? He had - Levi had told him about them many times, Satan just wasn’t paying attention.
You played any story game that Satan wanted to play with him and you tried to hold back your laughter at his reactions.
He was blown away by the emotions that a video game could draw out - how they could make you love one character and make you despise another even though they were all fictitious.
He never thought a video game could do the same thing a novel could do, but you proved him completely wrong.
There had been a couple of times when the two of you were hanging out that you had fallen asleep on Satan.
He didn’t mind at all because he knew that you enjoyed taking naps.
If the two of you were in the library, he would adjust you so that you were lying comfortably on his lap, and then he would pull a blanket over you.
He continued to read his book with one hand and gently ran his fingers through your hair with his other hand.
He’ll occasionally look down at you and make sure that you weren’t having a nightmare and when it didn’t look like you were, he would continue to read.
He wouldn’t move until you woke up on your own, wanting you to have a good rest.
Asmo is another one whose hobbies were very different from yours.
Where he liked to go out a lot and do things, you preferred to stay in.
It wasn’t that you minded going out with Asmo, it’s just playing some games or reading was more up your alley.
Asmo had an entire list of things that he wanted to do with you in the Devildom, but he respected your hobbies and what you liked to do with your time.
So, he tried not to pressure you into going out with him, no matter how much he wanted to go.
And, if there was ever a night where you told him you would rather stay in, then he’ll be right there with you.
He’ll find any way he can to combine your hobbies so that you can both enjoy your time together.
If you’re watching anime, he’ll paint your nails with a design related to whatever anime you’re watching.
If you’re playing games, he’ll gently do your hair as he watches you, praising you whenever you do good and encouraging you whenever you lose.
And whenever he’s doing one of his longer skincare routines, he’ll ask you to read to him.
It didn’t matter if you chose to read manga or something else, he’ll listen to you and pay attention to every word you say.
And when you fall asleep around him, Asmo will let out a small squeal of excitement and then do everything he can to make you as comfortable as possible.
He’ll also take hundreds of pictures of your adorable sleeping face and resist the urge to post them all over his social media without asking you.
He just wants the world to see how cute you are.
All in all, even though Asmo doesn’t really have the same hobbies as you, he’ll do everything he can to make sure the two of you still get to spend plenty of time together.
He never wants to sacrifice his time with you or have either one of you not enjoy your time together.
So, no matter what you want to do, he’ll find a creative way to make things work!
Beel didn’t typically care about one's hobbies, as long as they weren’t something bad or dangerous.
Of course, he cared about what you liked to do and he loved the way they would make you happy, he just didn’t make a big deal out of them.
Because it didn’t matter what you wanted to do - he would do it with you if it made you happy.
Beel especially didn’t mind your hobbies because he could always do what he liked while you did what you liked.
If you were watching an anime, it would be the perfect excuse for a snack.
If you were reading a book or manga to him, it would be the perfect excuse for a snack.
And, if you were playing video games, it would be the perfect excuse for a snack!
Long story short, as long as Beel could have some sort of snack while doing what you liked with you, then he was happy.
There were times when Beel wanted to go out and do other things, like workouts, but he always invited you to go along with him.
He would always argue that you could continue to read while he lifted you like his own personal weight - then you would both be happy.
Beel will even have you read to him sometimes. The stories were a good distraction from his burning muscles.
He also loved sitting close to you and playing video games with you, constantly almost losing so he could take a bite of his food.
His favorite though is when the two of you watch anime together. He’ll pull you close, loving the feeling of you cuddled up against him, while the two of you watch.
And if you fall asleep, then that’s completely fine! He’s had tons of practice thanks to his twin brother.
He’ll make sure you’re as comfortable as can be and if he gets hungry while you're napping, he’ll carry you to the kitchen and grab a snack with one hand, while holding you tight with the other, making sure to not wake you up.
Like Beel, Belphie is pretty laid back when it comes to your hobbies.
Belphie’s hobby is just lounging around, so he’s completely fine with your hobbies keeping you inside most of the time.
Belphie will never pass up on the opportunity to spend time with you.
So, no matter what you’re doing, you can count on him being next to you, even if he is asleep.
He’ll try and stay awake while the two of you are watching anime together. But, your bed is so comfortable, and your light is usually off to contribute to the cinematic atmosphere.
And having you next to him is the cherry on top that usually puts him to sleep despite his best efforts.
He’ll try and read your favorite books or manga with you, but it eventually leads to you reading them out loud.
And that just reminds him of bedtime stories, so they inevitably end up with him falling asleep on your lap, your fingers resting in his hair as you continue to read to yourself.
The closest Belphie has come to staying awake the whole night with you is when the two of you were playing video games.
It was a very intense game full of action and twists that grasped Belphie’s attention completely.
He knew how badly you wanted to finish the game, so he did everything he could to try and stay awake.
But sooner rather than later, his sin caught up to him and it wasn’t until his character died that you looked over and saw him sitting up, completely passed out, the controller still in his hands.
You tried your best not to laugh as you carefully removed the controller and set it down elsewhere.
You helped Belphie get comfortable in the bed and then laid down next to him, thankful for the attempt he made to stay awake just for you.
When it came to napping, obviously you and Belphie got along very well.
But, this was his hobby, which meant if you were going to do it, you had to do it the right way.
And the right way meant that it was you and him lying in bed together in the attic where the two of you couldn’t be disturbed instead of in your bedroom.
There would be a ridiculous amount of the most comfortable pillows and blankets around you to ensure maximum comfort.
And, of course, there had to be a sufficient amount of cuddling.
How else were the two of you supposed to enjoy his favorite hobby if cuddling wasn’t involved?
Summary: The brothers and dateables reactions to an MC whose magic is hard to control and tends to have unpredictable consequences when they use it.
The Seven Demons Brothers x Reader
Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, & Solomon x Reader
Word Count: 6,560
Solomon had promised you that everything would be alright when he first suggested teaching you magic.
Solomon was clearly a renowned sorcerer so you believed that he would be an excellent teacher in the matter.
But, Solomon was a very unpredictable person, and as such his magic lessons tended to be a bit unpredictable as well.
He had asked you to summon one of the brothers as a test of your ability, swearing that it would be a simple summoning spell.
You wanted to choose which brother you summoned with your pact, but that choice wasn’t given to you as all of the brothers seemed to be doing something at the current moment.
The only one who wasn’t busy was the strictest one - Lucifer.
You did everything you could to try to persuade Solomon to let you skip the lesson on summoning for now, but he refused to back down.
Before you knew it, you were saying the chant to summon the firstborn.
You swore you said and did everything correctly and when Lucifer suddenly appeared in front of you, you were relieved that you had done it.
But, that relief quickly faded when you took a better look at Lucifer.
He had a bewildered look on his face, clearly confused as to why he was just summoned, but more than that, most of his features had changed color.
His skin color, eye color, and hair color matched yours to the exact shade.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as Solomon stifled his laughter from beside you.
You hoped that you could fix the situation before Lucifer saw what had happened but luck once again proved to not be on your side as you noticed a mirror conveniently placed in the room.
As soon as Lucifer saw himself in the mirror, his expression changed to one of anger and you could tell he was holding back one of his infamous lectures.
He was the one who encouraged you to work with Solomon on your magic so he could hardly be upset if things didn’t go right the first time, but changing his appearance was also not something he could tolerate.
“I’ll fix it, I promise!” you swore, coming up next to Lucifer who was now standing in front of the mirror.
You let out a small gasp as you came to the mirror, realizing that not only did Lucifer have your colored features, but you had his. Your hair was as dark as a raven’s and your eyes as red as blood.
Lucifer couldn’t help but take in your appearance as well, noting that under better circumstances, your appearance matching his own would drive him absolutely crazy.
Solomon’s chuckle brought Lucifer back to reality and he turned to look at the sorcerer.
Lucifer demanded Solomon to fix this mess and once that was done, Lucifer made sure to give you both a good lecture on the intricacies of magic and the consequences of doing it improperly.
Of course, you didn’t end up in any real trouble, but he did make you promise not to summon him again unless it was a real emergency.
Mammon’s experience with your unpredictable magic was entirely his own fault.
You had tried explaining to him on multiple different occasions that you were not fully trained and that you were still learning how to control your magic.
You only knew a few basic spells and you hadn’t even learned how to perfect those yet.
But, as usual, when Mammon had something on his mind, everything went in one ear and out the other.
And, your inexperience in magic was no exception.
Mammon had come up with a brilliant idea to use your magic to help him cheat at the casino so that he could “win big”.
Everything about the scheme seemed like a terrible idea, so naturally you declined.
But, Mammon was persistent and begged you to help him until you caved.
The casino wasn’t the regular one that Mammon went to. This one was on a nice ship and it was one that was only passing through.
It was perfect because even if they caught Mammon cheating, they wouldn’t be around past that one night.
You sat at the bar while Mammon went to the tables to play. He thought that if the two of you were standing next to each other the entire time, it would be easier to spot that he was cheating.
You had no expectations of this working, but you gave it your best shot anyway.
All you had to do was change the cards in Mammon’s hand to ones that he could win with.
You chanted a spell quietly under your breath and then watched intensely as Mammon turned over the cards in his hands, revealing a winning hand.
You let out a small chuckle, surprised at the results and Mammon looked at you from the table, a happy-go-lucky smile on his face as he sent you a wink.
You continued to say the same spell, and to your surprise, Mammon was gathering a large sum of money. Everything was going well.
“Hey, are you using magic?” you heard someone say as they roughly grabbed your arm, making you snap your eyes open.
Magic was strictly prohibited at the casino because people could easily use it to cheat.
You were trying to come up with a reasonable excuse when you felt a familiar hand grab yours and pull you towards him.
“Time to run!” Mammon told you, pulling you past people, his winnings tucked into his arm as he held onto them for dear life.
“You’ve gotta use your magic to block ‘em!” Mammon told you, noticing a few of the security detail closing in on the two of you.
You meant to move the furniture around to block the path after the two of you, but instead, you sent the furniture flying in every which way.
You heard people screaming and running as they tried to dodge the flying tables and chairs that were now putting holes into the walls of the ship. “Whoops,” you said under your breath.
“Watch out!” Mammon yelled. You turned to look in front of you and noticed someone almost grabbed you.
You moved your hand in panic and watched as the demon went flying overboard. “Sorry!” you shouted after him.
“We’re gonna have to jump. Can you make a boat?’ Mammon asked, not waiting for you to answer before jumping off the ship and bringing you along.
A yacht would have done or even a canoe or a raft, but it seemed the more panicked you were, the more unpredictable your magic was.
Suddenly, a massive pirate ship appeared out of thin air and you hit the deck with a small thud as you felt like you could finally breathe again.
Somehow, the ship was steering itself away from the casino ship, but you weren’t about to start asking questions.
You let out a small breath of relief and you heard Mammon suddenly burst into laughter beside you. “Your magic - is really - somethin’,” he told you, nearly crying from laughing so hard.
You gave him a playful smack but couldn’t help but smile at how hard he was laughing.
Next time, you were going to make sure you were fully in control before agreeing to use your magic.
Levi was not one that liked to get in trouble with Lucifer.
Typically, he just tried to keep his head down and do his own thing.
As long as he could be a proper otaku, he was okay.
He didn’t feel the need to get you involved in schemes like his other brothers did.
In fact, he had made a promise to himself to never make you use your magic unless it was an absolute emergency.
And those last six words were key in his promise.
Because an incredibly rare new Ruri-chan figurine had just been released and it was going at an unbelievably fast rate for an incredibly high price.
Normally, Levi would have money saved up for this precise situation, but he had lent some to Mammon, mostly to get him to stop asking, and his older brother hadn’t paid him back yet.
Of course, Levi had done everything from begging and pleading to threatening Mammon to get his money back, but there was no money to give.
So, with no one else to turn to for help, he went to his true friend.
He would never beg you for money like a certain scumbag.
Instead, he just wanted you to use your magic to help him get one of the figurines.
He figured between his hacking skills and your magic, there was no way the two of you wouldn’t be able to swindle one.
You reluctantly agreed to help Levi, knowing how much it meant to him to get the figurine.
You didn’t know exactly what spell you were supposed to say, but you followed Levi’s lead.
He clearly had a plan and nothing would stop him from executing it.
You did as Levi asked and held your breath as you stared at the computer screen.
“Thank you for your purchase,” soon popped up on the screen and Levi let out a shout of triumph while you let out a breath of relief. Finally, your magic went the right way.
Suddenly a loud spark sounded from the computer and you and Levi shared an uneasy look. Spoke too soon.
The spark was followed by multiple smaller ones and then suddenly Levi’s entire computer was on fire.
“What do we do?” you asked Levi who was panicking at the thought of his entire setup going up in flames.
“Do a water spell,” he replied, his eyes wide, the fire reflecting off them.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you replied, looking at the consequences of the magic you had just performed.
The flames grew even larger, threatening to burn everything in sight; and, in an attempt to save his otaku haven, Levi did the only thing he thought was logical - he summoned Lotan.
And while it did stop the fire from spreading, summoning Lotan once again flooded the House of Lamentation.
Lucifer immediately knew the source. After all, there was only one brother who summoned Lotan.
Levi got his rare figurine, but you and Levi had to sit through an incredibly long lecture from Lucifer about using magic properly and not doing it for something as simple as a doll.
And after he said that, you had to listen to an even longer lecture from Levi, explaining to Lucifer how the figure he bought wasn’t a doll.
Satan was someone who was quite skilled in magic.
He studied spells and curses religiously, always trying to find one to use against Lucifer.
And because of his studying, he knew a lot about training someone in magic as well.
After all, he taught himself almost everything he knew about it.
And, Satan was having a hard time controlling his rage when it came to you and Solomon.
He knew that Solomon was only training you in magic, but in his opinion, the two of you were spending way too much time together.
And the fact that the two of you were always alone together with no one to keep Solomon in check drove Satan crazy.
So, he decided to take some of your training upon himself.
Naturally, you were grateful for the opportunity. After all, everyone knew how talented Satan was in everything he did.
Not to mention, there were a few other times Satan had tutored you in other subjects. So you were sure he would be an excellent teacher of magic.
He would never tell you this, but Satan wore a smug smile the whole day you agreed to let him teach you.
He was just hoping Solomon would ask him why Satan was smiling.
The two of you agreed to meet in one of the magic classrooms after school. They would already have any spellbooks or ingredients the two of you needed and they were well-built in case something went wrong.
You sat down at one of the desks and began reading one of the spellbooks.
Satan sat down next to you, taking a peek at what you were reading. “Has Solomon been teaching you a lot of spells?” he asked.
You looked up from your book and softly shook your head no. “Not really, he’s more of the experiment and see what happens type than following spells in a spellbook,” you replied.
Satan let out a small chuckle before saying, “For someone just learning magic, the results must be a bit unpredictable.”
You chuckled in response before nodding your head and telling him, “You have no idea.”
Satan then gently took the spellbook from you and began flipping through it.
You leaned in a bit closer, taking a look over his shoulder as he skimmed through the pages, looking for the perfect spell.
“Here, this one is simple,” Satan told you and you read through it briefly.
It was simple candle magic. All you had to do was light a candle.
Satan got the candle and placed it in front of you and you followed the spell exactly how it was written in the spellbook.
You closed your eyes to focus and then opened them again to light the candle.
Instead of lighting the candle, you managed to create a large fireball that flew through the classroom and burned a hole in the wall in front of you.
You winced at the damage and then turned to look at Satan who was staring at the hole with wide eyes, temporarily at a loss for words.
You were getting more and more anxious the longer Satan remained silent, unsure if he was going to laugh, get angry, or give you a long lecture.
After another moment, Satan took in a deep breath before locking eyes with you and telling you, “No more training with Solomon.”
You let out a small sigh, once again taking in the destruction you caused before replying, “Fair enough.”
Because Asmo and Solomon had a strong friendship, it was common for Asmo to be at your magic lessons.
He usually wasn’t listening to what you were being taught. Instead, he would do his nails in the background or start planning his next social media video.
Of course, he would take intermittent breaks from doing his own things to be your own personal cheerleader, encouraging you as much as he could.
And if you were ever starting to get tired, Asmo would be the first to tell Solomon the lesson was over for the day because you needed rest.
Because Asmo was hanging around the two of you often, it also made him the perfect test subject.
Today, you were working a potion to bring someone good luck and fortune.
Solomon had been a little lenient on the ingredients that you were using, wanting to see if you would be able to create the potion on your own, using your own intuition.
You were completely against the idea but Solomon swore that you wouldn’t be able to do magic on your own if you didn’t learn how to be independent with it instead of following a spellbook.
His logic made some sense, but you were also beyond nervous.
All you had to do was make the potion and then get Asmo to drink it.
Asmo, having not listened to what was going on, was more than happy to try your potion, accepting it as a gift from you.
You watched in anticipation as Asmo downed the mysterious liquid.
Asmo let out a small cough after drinking it, telling you, “It has a good kick to it.”
You held your breath as a pink mist slowly surrounded Asmo and in the blink of an eye, Asmo was no longer standing there.
In his place, on the ground, sat a beautifully made wicked cupcake.
Solomon took a step closer before crouching down and examining the cupcake, letting out a quiet sound of questioning.
“What were you thinking about when you made the potion?” Solomon asked you, glancing up at you from his spot on the ground.
“I was thinking about what you told me. In order to make a good potion of fortune, you have to think of the person you intend on giving the potion to and what would bring them fortune,” you replied.
“What do you think would make Asmo more fortunate?” Solomon questioned curiously.
“Being more irresistible,” you answered.
“As irresistible as a wicked cupcake?” Solomon asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you, a hint of a smile on his face.
You let out a small gasp as you realized you had turned your friend into a cupcake.
“Is it reversible?” you asked Solomon and he nodded his head, standing up to his original position.
Solomon chanted a spell quietly and you watched as Asmo slowly morphed back into himself.
When he was fully back, you and his locked eyes, and you immediately began apologizing.
Asmo stopped you after your third apology and told you, “How about we just save your potions for Mammon from now on, ‘kay?”
You were in your bedroom, studying hard for an upcoming exam when there was suddenly a knock on your door.
You invited the person in without getting up or even looking up from your book.
So, it wasn’t until they were sitting down next to you that you were able to see who it was.
A small smile formed on your lips as you saw the orange-haired Avatar of Gluttony sitting there with an unusually large pouty look on his face.
“Are you okay?’ you asked him and his big puppy dog eyes looked up at you as he shook his head no.
“I ate everything in the fridge and Lucifer said that I couldn’t eat anymore until dinner,” Beel replied.
“Well, dinner is just in a couple of hours. You should be fine, right?” you questioned, and Beel let out a small sigh.
“I worked out twice as hard today to get ready for the big game. So, my appetite is twice as big and I only had half the amount of food I usually would post-workout,” Beel explained.
As if to confirm what Beel was saying, his stomach let out an unnaturally loud growl and Beel winced slightly in pain from the hunger.
“I’m sorry Beel, if I had any snacks in here, I would give them to you,” you told him and he let out another sigh as his mind began turning.
“Maybe you could make a snack appear,” Beel suggested, his eyes lighting up at the idea.
You immediately understood where he was going with this and you shook your head, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Please, it could be something small. Just to help me last until dinner,” Beel begged you, desperation shining in those big eyes.
You fully intended to stay away from magic today and just focus on your actual studies, but how could you say no to him when he was begging you so wholeheartedly?
You took a moment to prepare yourself before doing a spell, and Beel watched your every move eagerly.
Once the spell was completed, you were expecting a small meal on the table, or at the most a couple of things.
Instead, your entire room was covered from floor to ceiling in food.
Beel’s eyes widened in excitement as he told you, “You’re the best at magic.”
He immediately got to eating, and you let out a small chuckle. Of all the consequences that came from your magic, this wasn’t too bad - as long as Beel ate all of it before Lucifer found out.
Suddenly, you heard a lot of commotion coming from elsewhere in the House of Lamentation. You and Beel stayed quiet to try and focus on the noises you were hearing.
Only then did you realize the other brothers were shouting about how the entire House of Lamentation had been filled with food.
You and Beel shared a look of panic as you heard a familiar set of footsteps coming your way and you knew that another long lecture was just around the corner.
Belphie liked to be a little more hands-on with his magic than simple spells.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.
He and Satan were up to true Anti-Lucifer League business and they had found the perfect spell to try and prank Lucifer with.
Belphie gathered all the ingredients and it was up to Satan to actually perform the spell since he was more proficient when it came to magic.
Somehow, like always, Lucifer had caught wind that the two of them were up to something and Lucifer had decided to lock Satan in his room for the time being under the pretense that, “He was too busy right now to have to deal with something childish.”
This naturally only made Belphie and Satan even more angry and now they were hellbent on finding some way to get revenge.
Belphie still had all of the ingredients and so he approached you - someone who was both in the Anti-Lucifer League and learning magic.
You were already treading in deep water with Lucifer because of your previous magic mishaps.
You were pretty sure that you were one more mistake from him banning you from using magic ever again.
So, the last thing you wanted to do was use a spell that specifically targeted the eldest.
But, Belphie was very convincing and before you knew it, the two of you were in the Assembly Hall, quietly scheming.
The spell itself was simple enough to cast. All you had to was put the ingredients together and then cast it on the intended victim’s chair.
Then, when that person sat in the chair, vines would slowly wrap around them, entrapping them in the chair.
You had suggested that you perform the spell on the chair in Lucifer’s study but Belphie thought it would be so much funnier if it happened in front of Lord Diavolo.
This left the two of you trying to quickly get this spell done in the Assembly Room because Diavolo and Lucifer could walk in any second.
“That’s all of the ingredients,” Belphie told you and you nodded your head, knowing it was your turn now.
You began chanting the spell and everything was going smoothly.
Right as you were stating the last part of the spell, you suddenly heard voices outside the door of the Assembly Hall.
You faltered at the idea of being caught, and in that moment you had turned away from the chair slightly as you finished the spell.
Suddenly, you heard a strangled shout from Belphie and immediately looked in his direction, only to find that you were already facing him.
You realized you had cast the spell at him, and instead of a chair turning into vines and trapping him, they came down from the ceiling, wrapping him up and suspending him from the roof and covering his mouth.
You let out a small gasp, somewhat stifling some laughter as you watched the youngest squirm in the air, doing whatever he could to get out of his restraints.
You didn’t have enough time to help him before you heard the door to the Assembly Hall open and you quickly hid, knowing that it wouldn’t do either of you any good if you got caught.
You covered your mouth to stay silent and you listened as Barbatos, Diavolo, and Lucifer all seemed to be in conversation.
All conversation stopped though the moment they laid eyes on Belphie, helplessly strung up from the ceiling.
Lucifer let out a long sigh as he stared at his brother before sitting down in his chair.
“Shouldn’t we help him?” Diavolo asked but Lucifer shook his head.
“This is his own fault, I’m sure of it. Let’s continue with the meeting,” Lucifer replied and you once again had to stifle your laughter at the thought of Belphie hanging from the air, slightly swinging with a look of rage on his face as he attempted to curse Lucifer.
Diavolo had heard about your unfortunate magic mishaps from Lucifer a few different times.
And every time, Diavolo laughed wholeheartedly as Lucifer explained exactly what happened.
He found it both amusing and endearing that your magic was so unpredictable.
And he had to admit he was starting to feel a little left out that everyone was getting to have such fun experiences with you except him.
He wanted a chance to experience your magic for himself, so he invited you over to the Demon Lord’s Castle.
He told you that he simply wanted to evaluate your progress in magic, even though he had gotten plenty of progress reports from the eldest demon brother.
He invited you into one of the many rooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle.
Despite most of the rooms being completely furnished, this room was nearly empty - perfect for magical misfires.
He tried to remind himself to breathe as you began performing a spell, waiting on the edge of his seat for what was about to happen.
There was something exciting about not knowing what events were about to occur.
Diavolo asked you to perform a simple teleportation spell.
You tried and tried, but every time you opened your eyes, you and Diavolo were still in the Demon Lord’s Castle.
You let out a sigh after the fifth attempt and Diavolo gave you a supporting smile.
“Maybe some fresh air will help,” Diavolo suggested, motioning for you to follow him.
You nodded your head and followed him to the door of the castle, but when he opened it, you realized that none of the surroundings outside looked normal.
Diavolo froze for a moment, noticing the same thing you did, and as he tried to piece together where the two of you were, you realized that the teleportation spell did work.
But, instead of teleporting the two of you like you were supposed to, you teleported the entire castle.
You held your breath as you waited for Diavolo to say something, and when he didn’t, you were afraid he was mad at you.
You were about to ask him as much when he started laughing. It started as a small chuckle, but by the end of it, he was practically doubled over from laughing so hard.
“This is fantastic,” you heard him mutter under his breath before he turned to you, closing the door.
“Try and get us back to the Devildom,” Diavolo told you.
You took in a deep breath, before reciting the spell, silently praying that it would work.
Praying - that was a mistake.
As Diavolo opened the door again, you realized that you recognized your surroundings this time, but it wasn’t the Devildom. It was the Celestial Realm.
Diavolo seemed a bit concerned as he looked around. “We should leave here immediately,” Diavolo stated, shutting the door and letting out a small sigh.
Your hands shook slightly as you realized the mistake of bringing the ruler of the Devildom to the Celestial Realm and you quickly recited the spell again, desperate to get out of there.
This time, when Diavolo opened the door, you heard a terrible screeching followed by a large fireball flying toward you and Diavolo.
He quickly shut the door, barely saving both of your lives and you chanted the spell one last time.
You let out a deep breath of relief as you saw the usual Devildom surrounding you when Diavolo opened the door this time.
“I’m not doing that ever again,” you told him, feeling like you had just gone ten rounds in a boxing ring.
Diavolo let out another chuckle, a smile resting on his face as he looked at you. He clearly enjoyed himself.
He didn’t get the chance to enjoy himself much and he noticed that whenever he did, you were always somewhat involved.
“With more training, I’m sure you’ll get your powers under control,” Diavolo reassured you.
He wasn’t mad at you, but he also probably wouldn’t ask you to use your magic again until you’ve had a bit more practice.
A trip to the Celestial Realm and nearly getting incinerated was enough excitement to last him for a while.
Diavolo may not have been mad at what happened, but Barbatos certainly was.
He wasn’t mad at you - he could never be mad at you.
But, he was mad at Lord Diavolo. The young master knew how unpredictable your powers were and yet he still asked you to use them.
And he was the most mad at Solomon. Though, that was a grudge he had been holding onto for a while. Barbatos was always looking for a reason to be mad at Solomon.
And your lack of control in magic certainly qualified as one.
Solomon had been entrusted with teaching you magic since he was supposed to be a great and knowledgeable sorcerer.
But, Barbatos was beginning to doubt Solomon’s abilities.
And, since your magic had nearly gotten the young master killed, Barbatos could no longer let this slide.
Barbatos had invited you over to the Demon Lord’s Castle once again to try and teach you magic his way.
He was a very powerful demon himself and he knew how hard it was to control your powers.
It took him a long time and lots of experience before he was fully able to master his own powers.
And you had to admit, out of everyone, Barbatos had come the closest to getting you to perform magic without anything going wrong.
He had put every ounce into helping you concentrate and take slow, deliberate movements so that every single part of the spell was performed correctly.
It was a transfiguration spell. There was a cat statue in front of you and all you had to do was make it real.
But, when you opened your eyes, you realized the horror and chaos that you had created.
There wasn’t just one creature in front of you, but at least a dozen. And, they weren’t cats but rats. And there in the middle of it all sat Barbatos, his eyes wide and crazed.
You were certain he was about to freak out and you were proven correct as Barbatos suddenly stood up and sprinted out of the room, returning with the proper supplies to get rid of the rats.
He was frantically chasing them around the room and you felt terrible, so you attempted to help him.
You wanted to teleport the rats to the underground labyrinth but instead, you teleported yourself and Barbatos down there.
“At least I got the right location this time,” you said sheepishly as you looked at Barbatos who had a somewhat exasperated look on his face.
Before you knew what was happening, Barbatos had you locked down in his room, you presumed so that you couldn’t do any more damage.
It took him hours to get every last rat out of the castle and when he finally did, he returned to you in his room.
He seemed much calmer now that the rats were gone and he even brought you some tea to apologize for locking you in his bedroom.
He promised that he would help you get better control of your powers, but no more transfiguration spells until you completely mastered them.
Simeon had seen you at Purgatory Halls many times since you went there a lot for your magic lessons with Solomon.
But, Simeon rarely listened in on your lessons or watched you perform magic, so he had no idea if it was going well or poorly.
He assumed things were going well since there were no accidents that happened at Purgatory Hall.
But, that was mostly because when you went there, Solomon had you reading spell books and getting familiar with different types of spells.
He saved the actual practice of magic for the classrooms at school or outdoor areas - somewhere he believed it would be okay for a mishap to happen.
So, how was Simeon supposed to know your magic was unpredictable?
Luke’s birthday was coming up and Simeon wanted to surprise him by baking a special cake since Luke loved all things sweet.
Simeon knew how to bake a simple cake, but he didn’t think that would be enough.
He wanted something more extravagant - something that would surprise Luke.
So, he enlisted your help and asked you to help him bake the cake.
Simeon believed with your powers and his baking ability, the two of you could bake something that would truly surprise Luke.
And that’s what you thought about the entire time. In your mind, you wanted to surprise him by possibly creating a cake that reminded him of the Celestial Realm or one of his favorite things.
So, you were really disappointed when the cake came out looking like just an ordinary cake.
Simeon reassured you that it was fine and that you did your best. He promised you that it would taste great and Luke would love it anyway.
Everyone gathered in the Assembly Hall after school as a makeshift party for Luke and Simeon brought the cake before running off to fetch him.
The others complimented the cake that you and Simeon made and you thanked them kindly without giving them any more details.
After the experiences you and all of them had with your magic, you were sure that they would be afraid of any cake that was made with your magic.
So, you figured it would be better not to tell them about it. Besides, the cake came out completely normal, so no harm no foul, right?
Luke came into the Assembly Hall a bit timidly, afraid of why he was being summoned to a room full of the Devildom’s most powerful demons.
But, as he looked around, he quickly understood what was happening.
The smile on his face as he now confidently walked up to the rest of you was enough to make baking the cake worth it and you proudly presented him with the cake.
Everyone wished Luke a happy birthday and then you lit the candles and told him to make a wish and blow them out.
Luke did as he was told, but when he blew the candles out, he was met with disaster as the cake exploded.
Everyone in the room, including you, and most of the furniture was coated in both the cake and its frosting and other miscellaneous toppings.
You stood there, still holding the plate the cake was on and you realized that your powers did have an effect on the cake.
“Surprise,” you weakly said as everyone turned to face you. A deep blush coated your cheeks at the mistake, but thankfully, the cake hid most of it.
You sat down the plate that you were holding and attempted to fix the situation by using magic, but Solomon stopped you and performed the spell himself.
He knew that you could fix the situation if you were given the chance, but the look in Lucifer’s eyes after being covered in cake gave Solomon the feeling that he was about to lose it.
So, he performed the spell himself for your sake and miraculously the cake managed to come off the furniture.
Everyone had to go home to get the cake off themselves and you decided to go to Purgatory Hall with the angels and Solomon. You felt terrible about ruining Luke’s birthday cake.
Once you were all cleaned up, Simeon apologized for making you use your powers and explained that he didn’t realize they were a bit unpredictable.
He felt like he pressured you to use them but once you reassured him that you wanted to help do something nice, a lot of the weight was lifted off his shoulders.
He offered to bring you some books on magic from the Celestial Realm, hoping that there would be some different information in them that might help you learn to control your powers.
As for Luke, he didn’t understand why you had baked him an exploding cake, but he wasn’t angry and he was definitely surprised.
He just wished he had been able to eat a piece before it exploded everywhere.
Solomon had been hearing an earful from almost everyone about your magic training.
No one seemed to think he was doing a good enough job at helping you control your magic.
But they didn’t realize how hard it was to train someone in magic, let alone someone who was as powerful as you.
A lot of people thought that the unpredictable consequences of using your magic were mistakes but Solomon thought differently.
He thought it was a good thing for you to experience all the goods and bads of your magic.
It was the only way you were going to get a full grasp of your abilities and how powerful you were.
Solomon loved being experimental when it came to magic.
He didn’t give you spell books to read from or give you specific instructions on how to perform a spell.
If he did, then you would become dependent on those things, unable to perform a successful spell without wanting to refer to a book first.
Solomon wanted you to be able to figure things out for yourself - to be able to perform magic on your own without needing help from someone else, or a spell book.
And he always looked on the bright side of things if something did go wrong.
So what if you turned the cat statue into rats instead of a real cat? At least you were able to do a transfiguration spell.
And maybe you teleported the entire Demon’s Lord Castle to a few different places you didn’t mean to; but, most sorcerers have a hard time doing teleportation spells on themselves, let alone something so big.
Everything you did and every consequence that may have come from it was all a testament to your powers and it always made Solomon proud.
Because of the incessant lectures from the others, Solomon would do his best to help you control your powers.
But, he’ll never treat your mishaps as something negative. In fact, sometimes he even encouraged them.
There was one time that a potion you had been making accidentally backfired on Solomon rendering him unable to speak properly.
Every time he spoke, his words would get jumbled together so he couldn’t reverse the spell himself or tell you how to do it.
Eventually, you had to go to Satan to help and although he agreed, he gave Solomon a long “I told you so” conversation about how this is why he needed to be more proactive in helping you control your powers.
That was the closest Solomon ever came to being “upset” about something that happened with your magic, but even then it was just because of Satan’s speech.
There has never been a day where Solomon wasn’t grateful that he got the opportunity to teach you though.
Not only did he enjoy getting the chance to grow closer to you, but he had never met someone with such magic potential.
Summary: Belphie takes you on a "dream" date.
Belphegor x Reader
Word Count: 1,862
You let out a small sigh as you looked over at the alarm clock on your nightstand. It was late.
Usually, you went to bed earlier, but you had been having a hard time falling asleep lately. And it was no secret why.
It was because you missed him.
The Seventh Born. The Avatar of Sloth. Belphegor.
Your feelings for Belphie had grown so strong during your time in the Devildom. You had grown so close to each other.
But, now you were in the human world because of Diavolo’s orders and he was still down there.
Your heart ached for him and everything about your bedroom reminded you of him - reminded you of the nights you would share together when he would hold you in his arms and never want to let you go.
Every time you closed your eyes you saw him, and it sent a wave of sadness through you, making it impossible to want to sleep.
But, you knew that it was something you had to do.
So eventually, you let your eyes close, wishing that there was some way you could see Belphie again.
Little did you know, Belphie was missing you just as much if not more.
He wanted - needed - to see you. And, being the Avatar of Sloth, he had the power to do so by manipulating your dreams.
He wasn’t sure how long he had waited for you to fall asleep, silently praying that you wouldn’t choose to pull an all-nighter.
When you finally fell asleep, you couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your lips as you saw your demon standing there in front of you.
You immediately rushed over to him, embracing him lovingly as his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you as close to him as he could.
He took in everything about you - how soft your hair was, the way you smelled, how warm you were. They were all small details that meant the world to him to be able to experience again.
“Belphie, I missed you,” you said, barely above a whisper as your head was tucked in the crook of his neck.
He pulled away slightly to look into your perfect eyes as he replied, “I missed you too.”
You smiled even bigger, making his heart skip a beat as the adoration you had for each other shined brightly in both of your eyes.
You were perfectly content with just staying in the moment, not wanting it to end.
But, you couldn’t help but ask, “What are you doing here?”
It wasn’t a question you needed answered, but a question your curiosity wanted answered.
“I’m here to take you on a date,” Belphie replied, his classic smirk forming as he spoke.
You had to stifle a laugh as you looked at him incredulously. “A date?” you questioned.
Belphie nodded his head, completely unphased by your reaction.
“And how are you planning on doing that? As far as I’m aware, we’re both asleep right now,” you replied.
“Did you forget I’m the Avatar of Sloth?” Belphie asked, gently tapping the side of your head to accentuate his question.
Before you could reply, you and Belphie were standing in the middle of a field, an endless sky of stars stretching above you.
The scene took your breath away and you looked up in astonishment as Belphie hugged you from behind, his strong arms wrapping around your torso and his chin resting on your shoulder.
You rested your arms on top of his, melting into him, and the cracks in your heart slowly began healing as you felt his body pressed against yours.
“I keep looking up at the stars in the Devildom, but they don’t shine as brightly anymore now that you’re not there to look at them with me,” Belphie admitted, whispering his confession to you, his lips inches away from your ear.
A light blush coated your cheeks at his words, and you did your best to compose yourself.
It always amazed you how easily Belphie’s words could affect you.
“I wanted the chance to look at the stars with you again, among other things. That’s why I took you here,” he continued.
There was a moment of silence before you asked, “What other things?”
Belphie was confused for a brief moment before he realized what he had said.
Still, he struggled to come up with a response, because there were a hundred things he hadn’t thought about doing with you until after you were gone from the Devildom.
Now, there were so many things he wanted to show you and to experience with you. He didn’t even know where to start.
Belphie moved his arms from your torso, gently interlacing his fingers with yours before saying, “Come on. I’ll show you.”
Excitement began to build up inside of you as you followed Belphie.
You didn’t have the slightest idea where he was taking you, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered to you was that the two of you were together.
You continued to walk but slowly you noticed the scenery beginning to change from a field to a street.
You looked around as the stars and grass morphed into people and vendors.
“Where are we?” you asked Belphie, who gave you a small smile.
“It’s my favorite fair in the Devildom. It only comes around every so often, so you never got a chance to see it with me,” Belphie explained.
His hand was locked firmly with yours as he led you to the different stalls.
The two of you laughed as you both tried on different jewelry and accessories.
And, he had a devilish smile on his face as he fed you items from several different food trucks, refusing to let you feed yourself, wanting to have those intimate moments with you.
The two of you spent hours there until you had seen everything that was being offered.
“So, is there anything else you wanted to do?” you asked him.
Belphie pondered the idea for a moment before replying, “We still have to see the end of the fair.”
You were slightly confused but followed Belphie as he led you through a large building.
You followed him all the way up the stairs and when he opened the door to the roof, you felt your breath hitch.
The roof was elegantly decorated with candles and lanterns. There was an array of flowers decorating the area as well.
In the middle of the roof was a large pile of pillows and blankets set up for maximum comfort.
“Do you like it?” Belphie asked. You nodded your head, still speechless at the scene before you.
Belphie led you over to the makeshift bed and encouraged you to sit down with him.
You sat down next to him and leaned into him as he once again wrapped his arms around you.
To him - holding you was the greatest feeling in the world. And he was going to do it as often as he could.
You looked out beyond the roof and admired all the lights of the Devildom sparkling in the night.
“I have to admit, this is a pretty great way to end the night,” you told Belphie.
He quirked an eyebrow at your statement before asking, “You think this is the finale to the fair?”
His question made you turn your head to look at him. “It isn’t?” you questioned.
His lips curved upwards as he shook his head before pointing towards the sky and saying, “That is the finale.”
Your eyes followed to where Belphie was pointing, but you were met with a dark sky.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you slowly began to see a small light emanating from the darkness.
Then an explosion of sound and light erupted across the sky.
You let out a small gasp and Belphie chuckled at your reaction.
Fireworks.
With how high up the two of you were, the fireworks felt impossibly large and bright. It was something you never would have dreamed of but something that was unforgettable.
You pulled Belphie’s arms even tighter around you, relishing in his embrace as the two of you continued to watch the fireworks.
You could say that you had never been happier. But, that would have been a lie, because the truth was - Belphie always made you feel this way.
It could be an extravagant date like tonight or simply cuddling in the attic. It didn’t matter what it was, as long as Belphie was there, you were happy.
And that thought alone was what prompted you to break away from his embrace just enough to turn to face him.
Belphie looked at you with a curious look, his eyes shining brightly as he wondered what you were up to.
You gave him a small smile before gently pressing your lips against his.
You felt electricity coursing through your veins as Belphie pulled you onto his lap, deepening the kiss and increasing the passion behind it.
You broke away after another moment to take a breath, your forehead briefly resting against his.
You and he locked eyes, your love being confessed through the look you were giving each other.
You moved in for another kiss when you suddenly felt a bit lightheaded.
You hesitated and looked down at your hands, the color beginning to fade from them.
You locked eyes with Belphie once again, this time panic illuminating them as you realized your date was coming to an end.
“I’m waking up,” you whispered, a rush of emotions hitting you as you realized you were going to have to say goodbye.
“It’s okay,” Belphie replied, doing his best to keep his own emotions in check.
You shook your head no as you replied, “I’m not ready to leave you yet.”
A tear ran down your cheek and Belphie gently reached up to brush it away.
“I’m going to find a way back to you in the real world. But, until I do, I promise I’ll visit you and take you on a different date every night in your dreams,” he told you, an unusual amount of sincerity and vulnerability in his eyes and words.
There were so many things you wanted to say but you didn’t know what the right words were.
You felt your presence slowly slipping away more and more and you pressed your lips to Belphie’s once again, wanting to burn the feeling into your mind so you never forgot it.
When you opened your eyes, you were in your bedroom, lying on your bed.
More tears ran down your cheeks as the realization dawned on you that it was just a dream.
You remembered Belphie’s promise to you before you woke up and it made your heart ache even more.
You would give anything to be with Belphie in the real world again, and you would both make sure that day came.
But, until then, you would ensure that you went to bed early every night to see him.
They may only just be dreams, but they were your dreams with your dream man and you wouldn’t give them up for the world.
😂😂😂😂😂 omg I forgot about this. I definitely went through a WWE Roman Reigns phase before I found anime lmao. It was also my first attempt at making a video edit haha. Seems like a totally different person.
Summary: Stoner MC who gets the dateables high.
Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon & Solomon x Reader
Word Count: 1,377
18+ Warning: This fic involves the use of drugs (cannabis)
Diavolo was under the impression that getting high was something that was considered taboo.
Really anything that involved Diavolo letting loose and being anything less than perfect was considered taboo according to the Royal Family.
But, he was never one to shy away from a challenge, and there was nothing he wanted to do more than to let loose - especially with you.
He had heard about your “extracurricular activities” and after doing ample research on all things cannabis and getting high, he invited you over to the Demon Lord’s Castle.
It was pretty late at night when he asked you to come over, but he couldn’t risk anyone else seeing what he was about to do.
There was something thrilling about having you sneak around the castle with him, knowing he was doing something that others wouldn’t approve of.
He listened to everything you had to say about what to expect and you couldn’t help but smile at the adorable and innocent look of excitement he had in his eyes.
Diavolo had a million expectations in his mind about how it would feel the first time, but he still wasn’t prepared.
He felt like he went through multiple phases. At first, he could feel his heart racing and you talked him through it before he could panic.
You noticed him spacing out here and there and would bring him back to you every time.
Before long, he had reached this state of what he could only describe as peace.
He was always rushing around with a hundred things to do at one time.
He never had a chance to have a break.
But, right now he was feeling like he didn’t have a care in the world. He was fully relaxed and to make everything even more perfect, you were right there next to him.
Diavolo wished he could feel this way all the time. But, he knew that his responsibilities as the future King of the Devildom wouldn’t allow him to do so.
Still, on particularly rough days, Diavolo would invite you over and ask you to stay the night at the castle.
Barbatos was probably the most experienced being in the entire world.
He knew almost everything and had tried almost everything.
He could see how big cannabis would become before it was even discovered by humans.
He was curious as to what the big deal was about cannabis so he had tried it once, wanting to understand.
To be honest, he wasn’t so sure why others liked it so much.
He wasn’t expecting their very own human exchange student to be a stoner, but when he found that out, he was willing to give cannabis another try.
He wasn’t afraid to admit that he may have done it incorrectly the first time.
After all, he had done it alone and he was positive that different amounts would affect humans and demons in different ways.
Perhaps he hadn’t taken the right amount.
Barbatos wasn’t one to typically ask for help, but he couldn’t deny the fact he was incredibly curious to finally understand why weed was so popular.
He invited you over to the Demon Lord’s Castle and asked you to help him experience “getting high”.
He was so proper with the whole conversation that you wanted to laugh. But, you stifled your laughter and agreed to help him.
Getting high with you was an eye-opening experience for Barbatos. He immediately became aware that he had definitely done it wrong the first time.
Because he had never felt like this before and in his opinion, it was an amazing feeling.
Barbatos knew that it would only be a matter of time before your supply ran out, and since he visited the human world so much, he felt like it was his responsibility to get you more since you were allowing him to use it.
He ended up being your “supplier” so to speak and learned way too much about cannabis to ensure you were always getting the best quality.
After all this time, Barabatos can finally say he understood why humans liked to get high often - it was quite the experience.
You are going to have the hardest time convincing Simeon to get high with you.
Simeon was very knowledgeable, so of course he knew about weed.
He read all about its effects and how people could react to it.
It seemed relatively safe to him, all things considered.
But, he was an angel.
Sure, deep down inside, Simeon tended to have a rebellious side, but he tried to keep up his angelic appearance as much as possible.
And doing any drug just simply wasn’t something an angel would do.
But you see his resolve slowly cracking every time you ask him to try it with you.
It wasn’t that he wanted to try getting high necessarily, it was that he would be doing it with you.
He knew that he could only resist you for so long and that one day, he would give in and try it.
That day came after he found out the others had tried getting high with you.
He instantly had FOMO and it wasn’t long after that he asked to try it with you.
Of course, the two of you had to be alone. The others couldn’t see him doing something so - sinful.
Simeon found a nice place outside in the Devildom where he didn’t think anyone would see the two of you.
He looked so nervous the first time and you had to ask him multiple times to make sure he was okay with this. The last thing you wanted to do was peer pressure him into it.
After reassuring you that he was fine, you agreed and let him try it.
He was surprised at how he didn’t feel anything at first. He was sure that it didn’t work for him.
But, then he felt it all hit at once. One moment he was himself, and the next, he was in an elevated mental status.
You took Simeon around town to keep his mind busy and distracted so that he didn’t panic.
And after the initial phase passed, Simeon enjoyed the feeling.
He felt like it enhanced everything about his little date with you around town.
Though, he’ll probably rarely do it if he does it again - he has an appearance to uphold.
Solomon was both the most supportive and understanding of getting high.
After all, not only was Solomon a human, but he had been alive for a very long time.
He was alive when it was first discovered, when it hit an all-time high of usage, and every moment after.
He had tried it once or twice himself, but that was so long ago.
He hardly remembered what exactly it felt like.
When you came to him and asked him if he wanted to try it with you, he hesitated only for a moment to think about the situation.
He knew that it was a legal drug in a few different countries and it would provide an opportunity for him to spend one-on-time with you.
There was no reason for him to decline your offer and after a short trip to the House of Lamentation, the two of you were getting high in your bedroom.
You were surprised at how well Solomon was handling it. You almost wouldn’t know he was high.
It made you think that he was a regular stoner, but he claimed he hadn’t tried it in a long time.
So, you chalked it up to all his crazy magic experiments giving him a stronger tolerance to it.
The two of you end up having a lot of fun together, talking about random stuff and laughing until the others have to check on you.
The brothers’ number one course of action is to ask what’s so funny - to which Solomon always responds by saying, “It’s our secret.”
The look of anger on the brothers’ faces will send you and Solomon into another spiral of laughter.
He has so much fun the first time with you that he’ll look for any opportunity to do it again and it’s not long before the two of you are stoner buddies.
Summary: How would the Seven Demons Brothers be as fathers to babies.
The Seven Demon Brothers x (Suggested Fem!) Reader
A/N: They/Them pronouns but mentions of MC being pregnant
Lucifer is actually very good at raising babies.
He’ll blame it on the fact that he had tons of practice with raising his brothers.
But, anyone could see that he just had really good paternal instincts.
It will be a little bit of a challenge, to have a child with Lucifer.
He had so many responsibilities as Diavolo’s right-hand man; and, even though Diavolo never forced Lucifer to work, you knew those responsibilities were important to him.
So, you end up watching your baby most of the time while he spends long days working.
If it’s stuff he can do in his study, Lucifer will happily ask you to stay in the room with him.
He’ll play with your baby in between doing his paperwork and when it comes to a point where he could take a break, he immediately scoops your baby into his arms.
He’ll walk around the office, holding your baby and you have to stifle a laugh at some of the things that come out of mouth ~ it is definitely out of character for Lucifer.
He’ll walk towards you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead before reluctantly giving you the baby back, knowing he has to get back to work.
You don’t mind that Lucifer is busy because, in the moments that you do get with him, he always makes sure to show both of you how much he loves and cares about you.
Though, he tries to hide it in front of his brothers, not wanting them to see how vulnerable he was around the two of you.
He knew they were just waiting for the chance to use it against him, especially Satan and Belphie.
Mammon is totally clueless when you have a child.
On the inside, he is ecstatic, and no matter what he claims to others, he’s always wanted a child of his own.
But, on the outside, he’s a mess. He doesn’t know the first place to start.
Mammon ended up buying every baby item on Akuzon thinking that the only way to ensure a baby would survive is if they had everything they could ever possibly need.
You had to bite back a laugh when the two of you came home to the House of Lamentation and saw Lucifer standing in the middle of the living room, baby items covering every inch of the room while he was fuming, holding the bill from Akuzon.
After promising Lucifer you would handle it, you had to sit Mammon down and have a very long talk with him where you answered every question he had about parenthood.
After that day, Mammon ended up stepping up to the plate.
He was a great father and always found a way to make both you and your child laugh.
However, you did have to stop him several times from using your baby as a pawn in a get-rich-quick scheme.
He thought they were adorable enough to fool anyone and that they would be able to make anyone bend to their will.
And if you thought he was overprotective of you, think again. Because he will be ten times worse with your child.
He’ll refuse to let it out of his sight for even a second unless you’re there and he’ll even be wary of his brothers holding your baby.
It’s definitely over the top, but you know that it’s coming from a place of love.
Levi is in a full-blown panic mode when he finds out that you’re pregnant.
Then, after talking to him about it, he calms down and is excited to have a baby with you.
But when you actually give birth and he realizes the baby is here, he goes into full-blown panic mode again.
It’s not that Levi is clueless, he’s just unsure of himself and ends up being awkward around the baby.
He’s scared to do anything with the baby without you, afraid he’ll mess it up.
But after you help him get more comfortable around the baby, he’ll relax into the job.
Levi will have so much fun showing your child all of his favorite animes and teaching them how to play games.
You’ve never seen Levi more proud than the day that your baby pushed a button on his control and ended up killing the boss that Levi was fighting.
Levi paraded them around the House of Lamentation and told every single person he saw about how your child was going to be a gaming prodigy.
You would have thought that Lucifer and Levi switched sins.
Satan was as studious as ever when it came to yours and his child.
He wanted to know absolutely everything he could.
He would know every possible illness the baby could get and every remedy for it.
He would study the best kind of diapers, the most comfortable cribs, the most appealing and educational toys.
Basically, if it is related to your baby, Satan would be an expert on the topic.
But despite doing all the research to make sure your baby was at one hundred percent satisfaction, you had a hard time getting Satan to hold your baby.
Every time you asked him to, he brushed it off or passed the duty along to one of his brothers.
You were starting to feel afraid that Satan didn’t want to hold your baby so you brought it up to him and that’s when he explained his fears of hurting your child.
He was the Avatar of Wrath and he was afraid that if something set him off while he was holding your baby, he would end up injuring them.
You managed to finally convince Satan to hold the baby and you sat with him the whole time.
When you placed the baby in his arms, Satan immediately knew that he would never be able to hurt the little one in his arms.
From that moment on, Satan would refuse to let go ~ even when you need him to.
He ends up being a really amazing father.
There will never be a day that goes by that Asmo doesn’t spoil your child rotten.
Your baby has to have the best of everything and Asmo won’t settle for anything less.
Asmo spent so long perfecting every detail of his bedroom, and he doesn’t spend any less time on the nursery.
He is an absolute perfectionist when it comes to the colors used in the room and what items are placed in it.
Your baby will also be the best-dressed baby in all three worlds. And if Asmo can’t find a suitable outfit for a particular night, he will make it himself.
It wouldn’t be the first time Asmo has made clothing, but you notice that he is much more satisfied with making clothes for your child than for himself or Majolish.
Your child will also be posted all over Asmo’s social media pages and they’ll have fans before they even know what that means.
But, you knew that everything Asmo did was because he was so proud of yours and his child. He just wanted to show the world how your love for each created something so perfect.
When Asmo puts the baby to sleep, he’ll sing it a lullaby, his idol voice ringing out through the House of Lamentation and you’ll notice the look of adoration in Asmo’s eyes as he holds the baby, rocking it gently.
There isn’t anything Asmo wouldn’t give to make sure both you and your baby are always happy.
Beel is the closest to what a normal human father would be like.
The only thing that Beel wants is for his family to be happy and healthy.
And he’ll do everything in his power to ensure both of you are happy.
Beel will shamelessly play with your child in front of everyone.
He doesn’t care in the slightest if he looks vulnerable or silly because it’s totally worth it to him to hear your baby laugh ~ or you for that matter.
Beel has so much fun feeding your child too. Food is one of Beel’s favorite things and he’s so happy when he can share it with his child.
You have to watch him carefully though to make sure he doesn’t try and sneak the baby food that it can’t eat yet.
Beel always looks like a guilty puppy when you have to stop him from sneaking the child a large piece of his meal.
At the end of the night, Beel will hold the baby close to him in one arm and hold you close to him in his other arm.
Luckily, he’s big enough that you can both easily fit.
This is Beel’s happy place ~ the two of you cuddled into him as he held onto you tightly.
As the child grows, Beel would definitely encourage them to play a sport and then would coach their team.
Belphie will try to act normal around your baby, but he’s actually very overprotective of it.
He refused to let anyone besides you and Beel hold them even though you promised him it was fine.
Belphie will be reluctant to let the baby do anything, not wanting it to get hurt.
You could see how much love Belphie had for them because whenever Belphie was napping, he would have your baby tucked into his arms, the two sleeping peacefully.
Belphie would always make sure your child had pleasant dreams and if they were in pain from teething he would gently put them to sleep to try and help relieve the pain.
Eventually, you explain to Belphie that the baby can’t just sleep all of the time and that they need mental stimulation so that they can actually grow intellectually.
Belphie doesn’t like the idea of losing his cuddle buddy, but he would never do anything to harm your child so he agrees.
The baby ends up changing Belphie’s life for the better in the sense that Belphie doesn’t want to part from them so he ends up spending more time going out and about instead of sleeping as well.
Of course, Belphie always includes you. Just because he was obsessed with yours and his child, it didn’t mean he was any less obsessed with you.
He couldn’t imagine his life without either one of you.
