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hi! i’m koolade, but mutuals are welcome to call me just ade. this is an obey me writing blog! my fav is satan but i have a soft spot for mephisto and thirteen. requests are closed right now! my ao3 is kooladesworld, where i write more than just obey me!
my side blogs are @koolade-reblogs and @koolades-thoughts. all dividers used on my blog are by @/saradika !
blank blogs please dni! hope you all enjoy my blog and my silly writings :) hugs and kisses <3
one of my besties had me watch the madison beer mv of make you mine and it's actually such a good song. i love that the entire thing is jennifer's body themed. you know it's bad when i think of fictional characters while i listen to the song haha. sorry if mephi's dialogue seems a little ooc, not super familiar with his speech patterns yet
i'm really bad at giving things titles as you can see haha. highly recommend giving it a listen or listening while you read this <3
also i just learnt mephisto has an undercut? it's actually black so is purple not his natural hair color? he'd look really pretty with black hair but part of me wonders if he dyed it purple to look different from lucifer
anyways sorry this is so late! got busy hanging out with friends and the thing i had originally wanted to post wasn't ready, and i just really wanted to post this haha. enjoy :)
make u mine (mephisto x reader)
Mephisto had never meant to end up in such a compromising situation with the human exchange student, of all people. Not that it being anyone else would have made it better, but at least You looked absolutely ravishing in your party wear, and despite everything in him telling him to look away, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. Had you placed a spell on him?
It all started with a few words overheard in a conversation between Diavolo and Lucifer. Of course, he hadn't meant to overhear what they were saying on purpose. He could thank the journalist inside him unconsciously picking up on many side conversations at the same time, and that one in particular happened to catch his interest. Listening to Mammon and Asmo talk about the latest party they were going to could wait. His attention was fully captured when he heard the phrase "exchange program." That phrase always meant a scoop was just around the bend.
He had no clue that this "scoop" would slowly consume every waking moment he occupied.
Once the time came that for the program to start, he didn't expect to be greeted with two very different humans. One was a powerful sorcerer he knew rather well, from a distance of course, and the other was a seeming nobody. He thought it was odd, but he wanted to interview you nonetheless to get your thoughts on the program. He was interested in learning about you. It started as the beginnings of an article he knew would perform well, and morphed into personal curiosity.
Getting you alone proved difficult. One of those pesky brothers was always with you, and they seemed very insistent on keeping you two apart. They must've received some kind of instruction from Lucifer, as even Satan seemed intent on staying between the two of you. He had been sitting the the RAD newspaper room, alone, pondering over this exact dilemma, when his problem resolved itself when you came barreling the room, slamming the door shut behind you.
"Hey." You were out of breath. Your hair was a mess and a half smile on your face. Your back was pressed to the door. The moment he made eye contact with you was a moment he couldn't quite put words to, despite being excellent at that. He found it hard to look away from you.
He was speechless at first at the crazy coincidence, as if his thoughts had summoned you. "Ehem. How may I help you?" He raised an eyebrow at you.
"Will you do me a tinsy little favor and hide me? Pretty please?" The way you batted your eyelashes at him made his heart immediately cave to your demands, but he knew he had a reputation to uphold.
"Will you agree to do an interview with me if I do?" He spun the question around on you. He had wanted to ask anyways. He wasn't one to pass up an opportunity presented to him on a silver platter.
"Deal. Quick, Lucifer probably wasn't far behind me." You rushed towards him, taking his hand. This shook him for the second time in less than a minute. Hurriedly, he shoved you behind the printing press that occupied one side of the room and turned it on to cover up any noise you might make. No sooner than he had done this, Lucifer threw the door open.
"Didn't you hear me knocking?" The demon looked just out of sort as you had, but angry rather than amused like you were. He hadn't seen anyone get such a rise out of Lucifer in a while. He was interested in hearing your story. Lucifer's eyes scanned the room in search of you, but only grew more irate upon finding nothing out of the ordinary.
"No. I'm busy." Mephisto turned his back to Lucifer to conceal his growing grin.
"Mc isn't in here, are they?" Lucifer remained in the doorway.
"What do you think? This a writing sanctuary, not a daycare." Mephisto picked up one of the papers printed, pretending to look busy. Lucifer huffed, annoyed.
"Watch yourself, cocky journalist." With that, Lucifer spun around and left the room. He left the door slightly ajar, making Mephisto the most annoyed he'd been during that entire interaction. After pushing the door shut, he called out to you.
"He's gone. You have quite the story to tell, hmm?" He grabbed his notepad and pen, beckoning you to take a seat on the couch beside him.
"Turn off the noisemaker, then we can talk." You sat beside him after coming out of hiding. With a playful sigh, he got back up to shut it off so he could really begin to talk to you.
That was his first real conversation with you without one of the brothers present, and he suddenly understood their desire to keep you to themselves. Thankfully, after that day, he had his foot in the door and you were more than happy to speak to him despite the brother's protests. The scowl on Lucifer's face from over your shoulder as you happily chatted with him was worth the world to him because Mephisto knew that Lucifer wouldn't try anything; not with you with your hands all over him, anyways. He adored being the center of your attention despite the fact that several brothers were watching closely. You often slipped away from the brothers and escaped to the room you knew he'd be in. He didn't know if what you were doing was intentional or not, but he began to grow conditioned to seeing you laid out on the plush sofa by his desk, or parked on the desk itself, waiting for him with a smile and open arms. It got to the point where he was certain he saw more of you that any of the brothers did.
He was unsure about how to feel, but he welcomed you into his life readily. It became more than just being with you to make Lucifer mad. It became being with you just to be with you, because he enjoyed your company. However, he always felt as if he left something to be desired when he thought about you. You always left his heart aflutter with your touches, even though he wanted to assume it was just how you behaved normally.
A hand on his shoulder, a hand on his arm, a hand on his. Sometimes, a hand on his waist, fingers looped through his belt loops. A hand on his chest, playing with his tie. A hand on his face, thumbs gliding over his cheeks. A hand on his thigh, hidden under the table.
They all drove him insane.
It was then he realized he harbored some sort of feelings for the human who'd initially started as just the topic of an article he was writing. He craved your attention and wanted to be as close to you as possible. He knew that went past what he'd initially thought about himself. While you were simply a human, you were a human who'd managed to capture the affections of the seven demon lords, and beyond.
A party at his place was what finally unraveled everything. Despite it being his party and therefore, the center of attention, he was only interested in one person. He knew you'd gotten ready in his bedroom as an effort to prevent the brothers from stopping you from going. They, of course, weren't invited, but he wouldn't be surprised if they showed up always once they realized where you were. He knew at this point, he should just give you your own room. It wasn't like he couldn't afford it. He had many empty bedrooms and could easily make one into yours, but he loved sharing his space with you. Something inside him loved seeing your things intermingled with his, and he didn't want to part with that.
But, he hadn't seen you since he went downstairs to begin greeting guests. His eyes scanned the room, searching for you. He thought he saw the flash of a familiar blond head of hair, but he swept past that. His gaze soon settled on the person he was looking for: you. You were chatting with another guest, but as soon as you noticed his stare, you excused yourself from the conversation to make your way over to him. He began to think about you, and how much happier he'd be once you were by his side. He greeted you enthusatically and told you how amazing you looked. You naturally slotted into his side, hands on his shoulders.
In his haze, he failed to notice someone behind him. They bumped into him, causing him to spill his drink all over you. He quickly turned to reprimand them, and to catch their face, but they had vanished into the crowd before he could. Mephisto clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do. The perpetrator had been swallowed by the evermoving crowd of people. Instead, he went back to you, and decided to help you get cleaned up. You seemed nonchalant about the entire situation, and were happy holding his hand as he dragged you up the stairs to his room.
"Mephi, there's no need to be so worked up. It's a simple fix. If the stain doesn't come out, it was only twenty bucks anways." You kept pace with him.
"It's a matter of dignity. Whoever that was embarrassed me, and now I look like a total moron." He couldn't look at you. His face was most certainly red.
"Not to me you don't." Those words quelled the inner calamity he had a little.
"Well, either way, the stain will set in if we don't do something about it now." He pulled you into his room and locked the door behind you. The last thing he wanted was some nosy demon wandering in after the two of you. If you didn't care what they thought, why should he? But, he didn't want his time with you to be interrupted.
He peered into his closet for something for you to wear. Usually, you had clothes here, hung up, something he was rather proud of, but everything but a couple R.A.D. uniforms were gone. Earlier that day, he'd instructed his staff to wash all your laundry, clean or not, with a new detergent that the both of you quickly fell in love with at the store. It had become both of yours, in a way, and he went feral over the idea of the brothers constantly being reminded of him even when he wasn't around through you.
"Do you want to go back to the party?" He leant out of his closet to yell to you.
"Depends. Anyone important down there?" You responded through the shut bathroom door.
"Not really. Lord Diavolo couldn't make it tonight." He already knew what you were going to say in responce.
"Then we can just get ready for bed. My RAD bag is in here somewhere, so I don't technically have to go home. If you'll let me stay, that is." He heard you laugh through the door. He chortled to himself at that too. You didn't even need to ask anymore. You slept in his bed with him, for crying out loud. You even had your own D.D.D. charger for his house at his side table, right next to his.
"Are you alright with wearing my pajamas to bed? Yours are in the wash." He riffled through his wardrobe to find a very nice pair for you. He eventually settled on one of his sets of black silk pajamas. He wasn't sure if the pants would fit you, but at least you'd have a shirt.
"You know me." You extended your hand through the cracked bathroom door, to which he tossed the clothes into your open hand. You caught them, and snapped the door shut again to put them on. "Mephi, the pants are a little big." He heard you say through the door. Just as he thought. He'd never actually seen you in a set of his clothes before, so he silently prepared himself to feast his eyes. Despite this, he was not ready for you when you stepped in from the bathroom. The blank pants were draped over your arms, and the black button up top fell to your mid thigh. "Just hang these back up. No use in trying that." You put them back into his hands, and threw yourself down onto his bed. He did as you asked, and sat next to you.
"Are your other clothes still in the bathroom?" He studied your side profile.
"Yeah, on the counter." You answered his questions.
"I'll be right back. I'll give those to one of my staff, who'll get the stain out and get it looking brand new." He moved to get back up, but was stopped by your hand reaching out to him.
"Not yet. Let me enjoy a little time with you first." You whined. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'll be quick." He moved to get up again, but this time, you got up before him and pushed him back down onto the bed. You straddled him, hands on both of his shoulders, pressing him into his bed.
"You've got no choice now." You triumphally smirked down at him. He knew he could easily get up, but he knew he wouldn't. You knew that too.
"Mc..." He was rather amused, but he couldn't stop from thinking about his feelings for you. Most of his confidence went out the window with that thought.
"I win." With that, you draped yourself over him fully, and Mephisto basked in your attention. As he thought more, while he really didn't want to, his heart told him now would be a great time to tell you how he felt. With the thought of now or never echoing in his brain, he opened his mouth again.
"Mc, I have a confession." He was nervous, more than he'd ever been. But, he was too deep in now to back out.
"Hmm?" You didn't sit up, and remained with your head on his chest.
"I think I'm in love with you." For someone usually so eloquent with his words, these were raw. Thankfully, they seemed to strike a chord with you. You perked up. He studied your face closely for any sort of negative reaction, but none came.
"Can I kiss you?" He was almost stunned by your reciprocation. He wasn't quite sure exactly how you felt yet, but that could wait until after his kiss.
"You may." Spilling that drink on you may have been the second best choice he ever made, the first being deciding to write about you to begin with. He was one lucky demon.
heyyy everyone! not solid on my upload schedule yet for my return or if i'll even have one, but i've decided i want to rewrite older pieces and i wanted to start here. it's soooooo much better now. if you haven't read the original, read this first or don't read the original at all lol! i've also crossposted it on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there
make u mine (rewrite)
Mephitso’s obsession with you had begun with a few simple words he may or may not have overheard while eavesdropping.
He hadn’t meant to listen in the conversation Diavolo and Lucifer were having about the new exchange program, but he thought of a thousand reasons to justify himself. If they hadn’t wanted him to hear what they were saying, they would have been more careful, he’d told himself. That day, he’d quickly abandoned his original goal in favor of hearing more about that program. At the time, he figured it would make several good stories, but he had no clue exactly what he was in for.
When the start of the exchange program rolled around, he hadn’t expected to meet two very different humans. Mephisto actually happened to know one of them, albeit from a distance. Solomon was a face he recognized, since the white haired sorcerer was always hanging around Asmodeus.
However, the other exchange student was nothing less than a nobody. They hadn’t even known there was more than one realm. He’d remembered scoffing at that information, but he couldn’t deny the fact that an itch he knew he’d have to scratch was forming deep in his gut. He was fascinated by you, and everything you did. At first, he was certain it was just his excitement at the traction his story would gain. But, as time passed, and he found himself thinking about you more than he ought to, he knew it was more personal than he’d initially thought.
He just knew he had to interview you, but the brothers blocked him at every chance they got. Early in the morning, before classes, Lucifer barred him from the student council room, since he always claimed you were busy studying. When he tried to sit with you at lunch, Mammon suddenly needed your help picking out a snack from the vending machine. Between classes, in the hallway, you were always flanked by some combination of two different brothers. Even Satan redirected your attention when he subtly tried to catch you in the library. And of course, since he had his own club to manage, he could never find an excuse to weasel his way into something you were part of. And, of course, showing up at your house was off limits for obvious reasons. It was, in his opinion, very suspicious that the brothers seemed so intent on staying between him and his goal.
On one fateful day, as he was agonizing over how he’d get his chance to interview you, the chance quite literally fell into his arms.
Mephisto got up from his seat in the RAD newspaper room, shaking his head in an awkward attempt to clear it. He’d been sitting so long his thighs had gone numb, pins and needles electrifying his entire lower body. The plush seat had a clear depiction of his posterior. With a sharp huff, he pushed the chair in with more force than he’d intended and left the room.
He knew a walk would refresh him, so he set off on his usual route to the ground’s gardens. As he let his legs take the rest of his body to where he wanted to be, his mind wandered. What had been bouncing around in his brain, while probably had been interesting, flew out of it as soon as he collided with something. He quickly discovered that his something was actually a someone, and they were tangled up in his arms, only half using their own feet.
“I am so sorry! Are you alright? I hope I didn’t hurt you. This is a horrible, horrible first impression,” you said in a hushed whisper, trying to disentangle yourself from him.
“I am uninjured, but I should be the one apologizing. I was lost in thought,” Mephisto said, countering your point.
He hoped his excitement wasn’t painted on his face like clown makeup, because this would make the first proper words he’d ever gotten to say to you. He grabbed you by the elbows, ensuring you were steady on your own feet again. However, he didn’t let go, since he wasn’t one to let opportunity slip by him. He kept you just close enough to himself without it being strange. Getting the chance to peer into your eyes made his heart hammer.
“I’m really sorry again, but I need to go. I’m sort of running from Lucifer?” you said, your words sounding more like a question than a statement. Now that he looked at you again, he noticed just how disheveled you were. Your hair was mussed and had more sticks and leaves in it than a tree. Dirt was smeared all over your uniform, a particularly tough stain on your forehead. You chest heaving up and down told him you’d been running as fast as you could when you’d collided, and you reeked of summer.
“It would be my honor to assist you, if you’ll allow me,” Mephisto said. He saw the opportunity as a two in one: thwarting Lucifer and getting a chance to speak to the prized exchange student.
“Really? If you didn’t mind, that would be great!” you exclaimed, before clapping a hand over your mouth.
“I would not,” he said, with a grin on his face. “I know a place.”
“We should hurry then. He can’t be far behind me,” you said with a nervous glance over your shoulder.
“Follow me then,” he said. He finally let go of you (much to his dismay) to spin on his heels, to go back the way he came. By the time they’d made it to the storage closet he always spied on people from, he knew Lucifer was on their tail.
“You’re faster than you look. How do you run in those heeled boots?” you panted.
“Shhhhh. He’s coming. Listen closely to what I say,” he said, whispering his hastily thought out plan in your ear. He hoped you didn’t realized how half-hazard it felt to him.
“Got it!” you said with a thumbs up. You vanished into the depths of the closet and he was quick to follow. Just as he did, he heard the thundering footsteps of the demon of the hour at the end of the hall.
“There he is,’ Mephisto hissed, snapping the door behind him.
Just as he planned, Lucifer wrenched the door open, a scowl stretching over his face. While Mephisto was used to seeing such an expression, he found himself wondering what exactly you’d done to deserve such ire. His rage was clearly bubbling over, such an act almost uncharacteristic of him. You seemed like the apple of his eye, much like how you were the center of Mephisto’s metaphorical tootsie pop.
“And what are you doing here?” Mephisto was quick to snap before Lucifer could get a word in.
“You wouldn’t happen to know where they are?” Lucifer asked, his voice dangerously low. His eyes scanned every square inch of the tight closet, but saw nothing more than a few small shelves of cleaning supplies.
“That’s very vague, you know.”
“You know exactly who I’m looking for. Is MC in here?”
“Why would they be in here? I’m not a babysitter. You’re going to ruin my stakeout. Go away.”
“I pity whatever poor soul you’ve chosen to stalk today.”
“It’s called investigative journalism, but I wouldn’t expect you to know that.”
“If I discover they were with you, I’ll be arranging for your club rights to be revoked.”
With a glare sharp to create a clean break in glass, Lucifer stormed off. Mephisto held his breath, poking his head out of the ajar door. After sweeping the now barren hallway to make sure he was really gone, he turned back to signal you.
“I can’t believe that worked!” you cheered as you stepped out of the far corner.
“That corner is enchanted. It makes you almost one-hundred percent undetectable, even if you’re a strong magic user. It’s perfect for… Actually, that’s not important. I wish I could lay claim to having done it myself, but I can say I’m the only one who knows it exists,” he said, before pausing to correct himself. “Well, make that two now.”
“I really can’t thank you enough. I definitely owe you one,” you said.
“If you’d like, you can have a chat with me to call it even. I’m personally interested in the story behind this chase,” he prompted, sticking his foot in the door.
“That’s not enough. He’s definitely going to string me up when I get home, but you saved me from extra time up there.”
“Then, how about being my friend?”
“Deal!”
The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon together, since you wanted nothing more than to avoid going back to the House of Lamentation. It was then he learned why the brothers were so determined to covet you. Every conversation with you held something thrilling, even if you happened to be talking about something mundane. When he finally had to return you home, he was more upset than he’d ever admit to even himself.
“I’m sorry for returning you to the jaws of the devil,” Mephisto said, his tone light to disguise how upset he actually was.
“Ha! You’re funny. It’s fine, since this was inevitable. Anyway, it’s not like you won’t see me tomorrow,” you told him.
“Tomorrow?” Mephiso repeated, stupidly stunned.
“Yes, silly! Tomorrow. We didn’t finish our talk about your horses.”
“You… liked hearing about my horses?”
“Of course I did! The only animal we have here is Levi’s goldfish. I’m dying to meet something mammal adjacent.”
“I can arrange something for you, then.”
“I’ll be thinking about it all night while I’m hung from the ceiling.”
“I’m flattered,” Mephisto said. Large beads of sweat rolled out of his hairline, nearly invading his vision. He blotted his forehead subtly, or as subtly as he could, with the back his sleeve. As a native to the realm, he’d never been one bothered by the sweltering heat. But, today had been an odd day, so he reluctantly chalked it up to that.
“Wait! You don’t have my contact yet, do you?” you yelled. Mephiso jumped slightly at your eager outburst.
“I don’t. If you want to share it with me though, you should probably hurry. I assume Lucifer heard that,” he said, suppressing a laugh.
“Ah, shoot! You’re right. Quick, pass me your DDD,” you asked, extending your hand in his direction. As he fished around in his pockets for it, he first came across the notepad he carried everywhere with him in case he needed to quickly take notes on a story.
“Here. Write it down instead,” he said, flipping to the next blank page. He patted himself down until he found a pen in his breast pocket.
“You better message me as soon as you get home. We need to be able to coordinate a meet up spot,” you said as you furiously scribbled on the paper.
“If you ever need to find me, check the RAD newspaper club room. Feel free to let yourself in, and make yourself at home if I’m not there.”
“Don’t mind if I do then. Expect to find me there like a roach you can’t get rid of.”
“Are all humans as creative as you?” Mephisto found himself laughing in spite of how strange your sense of humor was to him.
“Nope! I’m one of a kind,” you said with a smile that spanned your entire face. In that moment, he felt his body lock up. He suddenly couldn’t lift his arms to brush away beads of sweat, nor could he even think about moving his lips to form a response. Of course, it was also that exact moment you finished writing down your details for him.
“I gotta run since I’m almost certain Lucifer is about to storm out here to collect me himself, and I want the chance to freshen up before he finds me. I’ll catch you later,” you said, pressing the notepad into his hands. He was, for some reason, incredibly grateful and furious at the same time that his gloves separated your fingers from his. You were about to place the pen beside it, when an idea hit you.
You opted to put it back where he’d gotten it from, and he was suddenly incredibly conscious of how quickly his heart was beating when your hand met his chest. You slid it in gently, patting the pocket once you knew it was secure. There was no way you couldn’t feel the way it thundered beneath his skin. As you pulled back, his hands moved quicker than his mind.
“Be safe, alright?” he said. He’d caught your hand between his, keeping you from starting up the winding path, the notepad somehow still in his grip.
“I’ll be fine, but I appreciate the concern. He never leaves me up there long since my human body can’t physically take it for too long,” you attempted to reassure him, but he was certain the look on his face told you exactly how he felt about that idea.
“I swear! You can check me over tomorrow yourself,” you offered when Mephisto remained unmoving.
“I- Alright,” he sputtered. When he finally released you, his mind caught up and began overthinking every move he’d made. He didn’t know what had possessed him. He hoped he hadn’t sounded weird or overbearing, considering you’d only properly met that day. “Good night,” he said as an afterthought.
“Good night, Mephisto!”
That night, he’d nervously entered your number into his DDD. He’d checked to make sure it was right more times than he could count. He also spent forever trying to create the perfect first message, but accidentally sent it early. He’d nervously corrected himself, then immediately walked away from his DDD. He didn’t get a response until early the next morning, where you responded positively, and invited him to eat breakfast with you before classes begun. The look on the brother’s faces when he showed up to the student council room with an invite was priceless to him.
From that moment onward, your lives were indisputably intertwined. It was impossible for the brothers to keep the two of you apart, because they too weren’t strong enough to hold iron will against you. More often than not, you found refuge exactly where he’d told you to, so he’d return to find you in his chair, or seated on his desk after classes were over. If the way you were conditioning him wasn’t intentional, Mephisto would only have himself to blame. Stealing you away from the brothers was something he took too much joy in.
Even after his story was complete, which you’d enthusiastically agreed to help him with, you still spend far too much time together. Time didn’t dull the kneejerk reactions he underwent when you did something as simple as enter his space. His heart was constantly aflutter when you were nearby, and your casual touches always made it leap into his throat.
You would lean over his shoulder while he was working on the paper, drumming your fingers on his clavicle, with your breath in his ear. You would set a hand on his arm, setting it in the crook of his elbow to capture his attention when you saw something that you knew would catch his interest. You would grab his hand when you wanted to drag him after him, intertwining your fingers to make sure he followed you.
However, it went beyond that.
Sometimes, you’d set a hand on his waist, threading your fingers through his belt loops absentmindedly. You would let your hands dance over his chest, typically under the pretense of fixing his tie, when really all you wanted to do was play with it. You allowed your hands to find his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. You, when seated side by side with him close enough to press your thighs together, would place a hand on knee and let it slide toward his body.
You drove him insane, and he was certain he looked insane too. His face never failed to garner heat, and his eyes would get wide. According to you, he furrowed his eyebrows so deeply they created a V shape, and he scrunched his mouth in a wiggly line. His heart never learned to behave normally, so all sorts of other physical symptoms manifested uncomfortably. It always felt as if it was just short of bursting, and the last thing he wanted was for you to end up with his blood on your hands.
It was then he finally realized he harbored feeling for you, the human exchange student who was only supposed to be the subject of a headline he’d created on a whim, and he hated himself for it. His craving for your attention was insatiable, and if he could, he wanted to be glued to your side whenever possible. It almost sickened him to which the degree he found himself tripping over his own feet for you. The old Mephisto would’ve shunned and mocked him with how easily he bent to your whims. You weakened him to an extreme he hadn’t sunk to since Lucifer was introduced to Lord Diavolo’s life, but it felt different this time around. To be weak meant others praying upon his downfall would soon strike, but he felt oddly content with that idea as long as he could have you by his side. You might have just been a human, but you were a human who’d caught the affections of many powerful demons without even realizing it. And, he was no different.
He wasn’t sure what your relationship was anymore, having lingered in a limbo between close friends and relationship for far too long. But, he wouldn’t touch any labels with a twenty foot pole, fearing he would pollute the delicate exosystem he’d built with you. You were the closest anyone had ever been to his heart, and you had no idea.
Everything he’d kept not so neatly tucked away spilled out at a party at his place. Despite being the host, and by default, the center of attention, he only had eyes for one person. He had gotten ready much earlier than you had, since he had much to oversee, meaning he missed getting ready with you. He’d given you explicit permission to get ready in his bedroom and personal bathroom, since he knew the brothers would’ve tried to stop you from going. They weren’t invited to the party, but he wouldn’t be shocked if they showed up to try and drag you home.
He was fully aware how stupid the living situation at his manor was. Despite the fact that there were dozens of unoccupied rooms, all of them collecting dust, the two of you shared his room. With how often you were over, he knew how bad it looked. But, he couldn’t help the fact that he enjoyed being as close as he was with you. Sharing his space with you was his token of affection. He was too far gone, since he couldn’t bring himself to separate your things from his.
With that thought in mind, he scanned the room for you. Mephisto had hoped you were done getting ready, since the party was in full swing. He hadn’t seen your face since that afternoon, and he could tell what a toll it was taking on him. He caught sight of a couple unwelcome guests, but he looked past them. Finally, his gaze settled on you, dressed in a purple that looked uncannily similar to his hair. It didn’t take you long to notice his stare, and excuse yourself from the presence of your company.
“Mephi!” you exclaimed, a joyful lilt in your voice.
“MC. It’s wonderful to see you again. You look ravishing,” he said.
“You’re such a charmer! Although, I will admit, this is a good color on me,” you said, pulling at the fabric gently.
“I’m hardly that. I feel I’m just speaking the truth.”
“Oh, stop it.”
“I won’t until you admit that I’m correct.”
“What are you drinking?” you asked, clearly attempting to redirect his attention. Your face was tinged with cherry hue, nose wrinkled.
“See for yourself,” he offered, lifting the drink to your face. Like it was second nature, he titled it just enough for you to take a sip from the glass he was still holding. You placed your lips directly where his had been just moments before you arrived.
“Mmm! My favorite,” you hummed happily. You moved into his side to wrap your arms around him. Just like he had the first time when you caught him off guard with a hug, he had a moment of being flustered. But, he eventually regained movement in his arms, when he tucked one over your shoulder. You leaned your head into his chest, and just like every other time you did that, he nearly felt his soul leave his body.
In his haze, he failed to keep track of his surroundings. Someone from behind the two of you bumped into you, causing him to spill his drink on you. He was quick to wheel around to catch their face, hoping to reprimand them, but they were gone as fast as they had came. They’d been swallowed by the crowd unnaturally so. Rather than dwelling on something he couldn’t control, he turned back to you.
“I am so sorry,” he said, setting down his now empty glass on a nearby table.
“Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault,” you
“We need to get this sorted out immediately. That stain will set if we don’t launder it now.”
“While I would be bummed, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. This was cheap.”
“You know how I feel about you wearing textiles of that quality.”
“When I saw it, though, I thought of you. I had buy it,” you said, your voice so low it was almost consumed by the din of the party.
“Nevermind that. Let’s go get you freshed up,” Mephisto said, another furious blush building in his cheeks at your casual admission. He took your hand, and led you towards the staircase. You were much less bothered by the situation than he was, simply happy to be holding his hand.
“Why are you so worked up over this?” you asked. He nearly froze in his tracks, because he was certain for a moment you’d caught a look at his face. Then, he realized it must’ve been his body language and tone of voice previous to last statement.
“It’s a matter of dignity. They’ve made a fool of not only me, but you too,” he said. He couldn’t turn back to face you.
“You’d never be a fool to me,” you softly said. He wasn’t sure how he’d been managing to ignore his erratic heart prior to that moment. He tightened his grip on your hand, hoping you wouldn’t feel the blood rushing through it.
When you finally reached his room, he pulled you in and locked the door behind you. The last thing he wanted to be was interrupted. He sat you down on the edge of his bed while he ruffled through his closet for something for you to wear. Typically, you had clothes hung up right beside his, but everything besides a few RAD uniforms were absent.
Just that morning, despite how busy they’d been with party prep, he’d instructed his staff to launder almost everything. The two of you had recently discovered a scent you both fell in love with, and upon discovering it was able to be translated to detergent, you made the executive decision to swap to it together. Mepshito was looking forward to constantly being enveloped in a scent that reminded him of you. It was also a sly reminder to the brothers that he had something they could only dream of. It was an idea that nearly drove him up the walls.
“Would you like to go back to the party?” he asked, leaning out of the closet to meet your gaze.
“It depends. Is there anyone that’s expecting you?” you countered.
“Well, Lord Diavolo couldn’t make it…” he trailed off.
“Decision made,” you said, getting up from where you were seated to stand beside him. “Let’s just get ready for bed. That is, if you don’t mind me staying over?”
He only laughed in response. He knew you asking was in a poking, jokey manor. You had a dedicated side of his bed, after all. The right side of his bed had a pillow with a perfect indent of your head.
“I’m afraid all of your clothes are in the wash at the moment. Is there any of mine that catch your fancy?” He knew it was very forward to make an offer such as that, but he could tell the glass of demonus he’d drank prior to your arrival was inspiring his bold moves.
“How about these?” you asked, reaching for a pair of black, striped silk set. At first, he felt inclined to question you on your choice, since he wasn’t sure the bottoms would fit you, but he couldn’t bring himself to.
“Excellent choice,” he said, snapping shut the closet door. You placed a hand on his shoulder to wiggling the shoes you no longer needed off your feet. When you left for the bathroom, he sunk down onto his bed. As he pulled his gloves off his hands, and loosened his tie, he let out a deep breath.
He’d never actually seen you in a set of his clothes. He set his head in his hands at the realization, elbows propped up on his knees. He wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do to prepare himself for such a sight he’d condemned himself to. If he could barely handle looking at you in your own outfits, he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to see you in his.
Mephisto had been so lost in thought, that he missed the sound of the bathroom door reopening.
“You in there?” you said, your lips nearly pressed up to his ear. Naturally, he jumped several feet into the air.
“MC. Please don’t do that,” he pleaded, head hung.
“I had been trying to get your attention this entire time. It’s not my fault you’re such a chronic overthinker to the point where you block out everything else,” you said with a shrug. “The pants didn’t fit, but the top is long enough that it doesn’t matter.”
It was then when he got a proper look at you, and his jaw nearly went slack when he did. The pants were draped over your arm. The button up shirt fell to your mid-thigh, and the sleeves were rolled up a few times. Despite each button being done, the neckline of the shirt exposed more skin than it would when on him. He’d seen you in shorts before, but there was something uniquely tantalizing about the airiness of the fabric and the slight part at the bottom where the buttons stopped and the shirt split in two.
You took a seat next to him, setting the pants down at the foot of his bed.
“You really need to relax. I’m not sure what’s on your mind right now, but I know it’s not worth the stress,” you said, reaching out to his face to massage the wrinkles in his forehead. He unconsciously leant into your touch.
“I am aware,” he sighed. It was moments like these he wished could last forever.
“I think an early bedtime would benefit you tonight. You ran yourself nearly into the ground preparing for this party,” you said. “You should go change too.”
“Not yet. I need to inform my staff of my decision to stay in tonight, and give them your outfit,”
“You can just message one of them about your choice. My outfit will be fine, too,” you said, slowly snaking your arms around him.
“I’ll be quick. I promise,” he said, trying to plead with you. He knew he’d be unsuccessful, though. He was never one to tell deny you anything you wanted. Despite his words, he put an arm around your back.
“What if I’m unwilling to let you go?”
“I’d… I wouldn’t do anything.”
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”
You kicked your legs up into his lap. The two of you spent a silent minute in each others arms. He let his eyelids flutter shut, basking in the moment.
“I think I needed this just as bad as you did.”
Mephisto hummed in response, running a hand over your hair.
“Let’s get you ready for bed, yeah?” you said. When you had began working his already unbuttoned suit jacket off, he finally realized what was happening.
“MC. What are you doing?” Mephisto stuttered.
“Helping you get undressed?”
“You can’t just- you can’t just do that, okay?” he said. “I don’t think my heart can take it…”
“What was that last thing?” you asked as you tried to work the jacket over his shoulders. He placed a hand over yours to halt you.
“Can we talk?”
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s just- have you heard what everyone is saying?”
“About what?”
“About us. About what we are.”
“You know that doesn’t matter to me. As long as we’re happy, they can say all they want.”
“I’m fully aware what I’m about to say won’t sound like it’s coming from my mouth, as it typically wouldn’t.”
“Go on.”
“What am I to you?”
“You’re my closest friend.”
“Is that all?”
“You’re also my most trusted confidant,’ you said slowly.
“Do demons do this with their closest friends and most trusted confidants?” he asked. He gestured between the two of you, to the position you were in.
“... No,” you replied, casting your gaze downward.
“Do you see my point now?” he said, his voice raised. “I apologize for getting so… upset, but I don’t think I can disguise how I’ve been feeling for much longer. I’ve felt this way since before I knew you well.”
“Whenever you so much as touch me, I get so nervous. It must be impossible to ignore how red I get, or how my heart does… whatever it does. I thought time would calm me down, but it never did. We do this so casually, and everytime, I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack,” he sighed. He lifted your hand, and set it over his heart, where he could feel the rush despite your hand. You fingers were splayed across his chest, and in that moment, he could only stare down at them.
“What I’m trying to say is-” he began, before the words died as they left his mouth. He tried a couple more times, but had no success. Dejected, he let out another sigh. “Nevermind. Let’s get ready for bed,”
“Would you believe me if I said something like that happened to me too? Also, since probably forever.”
“But-”
“No buts. Your turn.”
You mimicked his action, drawing back his hand to hold it over your own heart.
“There is no way you feel the same as I do.”
“How do you know that, thought?”
“I… I don’t.”
“Exactly. So, what better to do than to ask? You’re good at interviews, and I would know that better than anyone.”
A flood of relief filled his body. Your body language told him everything he needed to know. However, it was in his nature to receive verbal confirmation.
“Do you have the same… feelings as me?” he asked. He’d almost chickened out at the last moment, but with your earnest, eager gaze focused on nothing but him, he did as you asked, almost automatically.
“I’d be lying if I said anything but yes.”
“May I…?”
“You may.”
Your lips met in the middle, where both of you gently fought to convey everything you’d been feeling. It didn’t take you long to work in tandem, finding a rhythm. It was soft, as if he was afraid to scare you off after all he’d gone through to get to where he was, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t loving.
When you finally pulled back, in desperate need for a breath, Mephisto was surprised to find you giggling.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I was just thinking we probably could have done this ages ago,” you replied.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t we both say we’ve liked each other since the beginning?”
“I… suppose that’s true.”
“We have a lot to catch up on then, huh?”
“MC, what are you implying?”
“Whatever you want it to be,” you laughed.
Mephisto promptly turned bright, ruby red. Normally, he would have physically turned away from you out of embarrassment, but since you were still seated in his lap, he could only swivel his head away from you. You planted a small kiss on his cheek, causing him to tilt his head back as far as it would go, and as far away from you as possible.
good news: just took my last final (managed to get a 94 on it!) and i looked really cute while doing it! bad news: I accidentally gave myself blisters on my feet from power walking in shoes that are not meant to be power walked in lol
hence, the inspo for this drabble!
It wasn’t hard to get the brothers to give you the princess treatment. All it took was the hint of anything but being content. While it could get obnoxious at times, you milked it when you could.
After a day out with Asmo at what was essentially Coachella, you quickly discovered the source of your foot pains. Several blisters had formed mostly on your heels as you hadn’t had time to break in your shoes before the event. When Asmo discovered you inspecting the damage, he began acting what you’d consider fairly dramatic.
At first, you tried to calm him down as he presented you with an armful of products to speed up the recovery process. However, once you realized you’d likely be able to get an extension on the project you’d been procrastinating on, you began to play it up.
As soon as you got home, almost every brother was upon you. It had been all Asmo could talk about on the phone to Mammon, who told everyone else. Mammon was quick to sweep you off your feet, and he looked like he was holding back tears. Beel leant over his shoulder, your bags in his hands and concern written all over his face. The two absent brothers, Levi and Belphie, were already in your room, making it comfortable. Lucifer and Satan tried their hardest to seem the least concerned, but you could tell they would be the most so until they got a good look at you for themselves.
Even though something as simple as blisters didn’t stop you from doing most of your day to day tasks, it wasn’t hard to convince the brothers to treat you like royalty. You needed to get to dinner? All you had to do was ask Mammon or Beel, and they’d carry you there. You wanted to change the channel, but the remote was just out of your reach? Satan, who was seated next to you at all time, would just pass it to you. You found yourself tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep? Say no more, Belphie has the perfect solution, no matter what. You could forget about opening doors for yourself, or doing your own hair. The brothers would be willing to do whatever you needed, and more.
You knew that some of them knew you were playing it up, but you were their soft spot, after all.
I COMPLETELY THOUGHT MY ASK SENT I'M SO SORRY- you can ignore me if you want don't worry :)
But, here is my idea!
How about a little secret hang-out with Solomon after they come back from the past to the present-? I imagine they might not spend as much time together because of the brothers and all, so maybe a little secret date between them :)) like maybe trying to make some kind of dish or sweet (and making sure Solomon doesn't add something weird) or something similar
I'm okay with any scenario honestly,I just think it's funny and cute how they might have to do it secretly haha
That's all, hope you have a great day/afternoon/night!
this is soooo cute omg. Came out longer than i originally imagined but I’m happy with it!
also very happy to hear from you <3
"MC. Where are you headed at this hour?" You froze at the sound of Lucifer's voice, despite behing halfway out of the door of the House of Lamentation.
“Lucifer!” You spun around, hiding your small bag of your things behind your back. “Crazy seeing you here. I didn’t know you hung out here.” You mentally face palmed.
“You’ve spent far too much time with Mammon. He’s rubbing off on you.” He shook his head, a knowing smile on his face. “You should get going before one of my brothers discovers us.” Lucifer quickly closed the distance between the two of you, holding the door open for you.
“You’re not going to stop me?” You narrowed your eyes.
“I can tell you miss him.” His tone was wistful, but his smile was knowing. “Be home tomorrow before breakfast so they don’t tear the realm apart searching for you.” He let out a sound of surprise you’d never heard from him when you threw your arms around him. “Honestly, its quite the feat that you’ve managed to make it this far.” He chuckled, hugging you back.
“I told them I needed a mental health evening. I’m surprised too.” You shrugged, not wanting to dig deeper into that.
“I’ll buy you as much time as I can. Be safe.” Lucifer reluctantly let you go.
“I promise.” He watched as you made your way down the path leading to the edge of the property. You waved to him when you noticed him lingering in the doorway. You heard Mammon whine somewhere from behind him, so after one final glance, he shut the door. Once finally over the property line, you teleported using the spell the man of the hour himself had taught you.
Once you appeared in front of the house you’d intended, you gleefully skipped to the front door. Solomon flung it open before you could knock.
“You don’t know how happy I am to see you!” He dragged you into the house. Simeon, Luke, and Raphael had retired to bed hours before you’d arrived, so as long as the two of you were quiet, it could stay that way. “This is the most I’ve seen of you for weeks!” He snatched you into his arms and spun you around in circles, peppering your face with kisses.
“I haven’t seen you this excited since the end of that two month potion mishap.” You braced yourself against his arms, but made no attempt to stop him, giggling like an idiot the entire time. He eventually set you back down, but still refused to let you go.
“Can you blame me?” Solomon sighed into your hair. You lingered in each other’s arms, enjoying the silence. After having spent so much time together, it felt wrong to spend so long apart.
“I ran into Lucifer on the way out, but he let me go. He said I should be back before breakfast.” You squealed with joy, before clapping a hand over your mouth.
“I’ll have to thank him. Otherwise, my hard work would go to waste.” He took you by your hands to the back garden of Purgatory Hall, where there was a simple, but cute stargazing set up. A blanket was spread across the grass. Various pillows were strewn randomly, and to the side were a couple of your favorite snacks. “After you, dear.” He allowed himself to be dragged down to eye level with you so you could press a kiss to his forehead.
Can I request headcannons of MC getting in a fight with Solomon and Simeon (separately) about something pretty big and how MC (or Solomon/Simeon depending on the reason for the fight) makes up for it/apologizes? I just need some good old angst to fluff man.
Thank you and your writing is amazing!
hi! of course :)
the solomon one was def a lot more serious that the simeon one just because i couldn't think of much that mc and him would get into a serious fight about haha (this only thing i could think of was mc confronting him about his choices that led to him becoming humans and that needs it's own piece for sure)
i kinda deviated from the prompt as a wrote, so sorry about that haha. that happens sometimes as i write. the solomon one is much more on prompt
enjoy <3
Mc gets into a fight w/ Simeon and Solomon (separately)
Simeon
you get jealous that he's been spending so much time with the members of the school's art club
that in itself isn't the problem and you're glad he's getting out there more with something he doesn't normally do, it's just that you can tell that two other members in specific are very into him
they inserted themselves into your relationship and specifically tried to upset you, which cause you to blowup at them
"So, what time are you going to be home?" You pinched your D.D.D. between your shoulder and your ear as you got together the ingredients for dinner that night, since it was your turn to cook.
"In about an hour. Art club will take a little longer today. We're finishing our paintings. I hope you'll like it." The melodious voice of your boyfriend, Simeon, was piped into your ear.
"I'm sure it'll be amazing. If you're going to be late for dinner, let me know. I'll set aside a portion for you." You smiled at the nervousness you heard in his voice.
"Alright. I'll talk with you later then. Love you, Mc." Simeon said.
""Love you too. Stay safe." You put the phone down, and went back to preparing dinner. After you were done, you left it on the stove on keep warm and went off to get some homework done. Eventually, dinner time had rolled around, and still nothing from Simeon. You assumed everything was as normal, so you called your other housemates to dinner.
"Thank you Mc." Luke sat down at the table with his plate.
"Let me know what you think! I tried a modified recipe today." Before Solomon could speak up, the front door finally opened. You got up to greet who you presumed was just Simeon, but there were three people in the doorway.
"I'm home. Hope you don't mind I brought a few guests." Simeon stepped aside to fully reveal his two companions. You recognized them as two other members of the art club, an incubus and a succubus. They really liked Simeon, which wasn't wrong, but they liked him too much. They knew he was currently in a relationship, but that didn't seem to stop them.
The rest of what happened was somewhat of a blur. You vaguely remembered getting progressively more upset at the two newcomers, until eventually, you stood up from the dinner table and went upstairs to your room.
"Mc? I know you're in there." Simeon knocked on the locked door. you didn't answer him. "I'm sorry for bringing them home. I didn't know they'd say that to you. You can blame me all you want." Instantly, you felt bad for unconsciously pinning the blame on him. He had such an alluring personality, so it wasn't really his fault that everyone liked him.
"It's not your fault." You opened the door, and pulled him into the hug. "They were trying to get a rise out of me, and I took the bait. It was a result of pent up feelings I should've share before. I'm sorry."
Simeon sighed and patted your back. "No need to apologize. It's normal to be jealous. I could have done better and asked, but the past is in the past, isn't it?" He took a step back and picked something up that was leaning against the wall. "This is for you. I'd wanted to prepare some of your favorite cookies to go along with it, but I thought now might be a good time to give it to you." In his hands was a portrait of you.
"Simeon! This is beautiful. Thank you!" You hugged him again.
"I'm glad you like it." Simeon moved to set it down, but you stopped him.
"Let's hang it up right now. I have the perfect spot." Simeon was glad to have been graced with seeing your beautiful smile once more.
Solomon
the two of you get into a fight about his tendency to hole up in his room for days at a time
he says he's doing important experiments but you just want to spend time with him
when he does leave his room, it's a weird hours and it's at one of these times that you happen to run into him
"Sol." You held up your D.D.D.'s flashlight. In front of you was your boyfriend, looking like he hadn't slept in at least a few days. The situation might had been funny if you weren't so upset with him. He froze in the beam, looking like a deer in headlights.
"Mc, my love, my joy, my sunshine. What are you doing up this late?" He chuckled nervously, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"I could ask you the same thing." You stared at each other in silence. "Babe, it's been three days since I last saw you." He smiled at you sheepishly.
"I've been doing important work." The response he came up with was lackluster.
"What could be more important than your significant other?" You sighed, lowering the flashlight. Solomon didn't respond. "Our anniversary was yesterday. You promised to take me out to dinner. I waited and waited, and even knocked on your door, but you told me you'd be out soon. You never came out." Tears began to well up in your eyes despite promising yourself you wouldn't cry. As the realization hit him, Solomon began to move towards you to comfort you, but you took a few large steps backward.
"My work really is important, but let me make it up to you. We can go out tomorrow morning for brunch, or whatever you'd like." He kept trying to move towards you, but stopped once he realized you didn't want him to close the distance.
"Maybe. I don't know. My feelings are hurt is all. I got dressed up and even had a present ready. I left it outside your door, not that you noticed." You wiped the tears away with your sleeve.
"I made a real breakthrough in my research, if that helps." Solomon suddenly looked much more awake.
"It doesn't. At all. I only wanted one thing from you, but somehow you've managed to avoid it at every turn. I admire your passions, really, I do. But sometimes, I feel like that's the only thing you care about." You turned around, and ran out of the room, taking the only source of light with you.
"Wait! Mc, come back!" Solomon promptly ran headfirst into the door you'd just slammed shut, leaving him alone in the dark, and upset himself.
The next day, he showed up at the HoL, bouquet of flowers in hand. He hesitated for a moment, but knocked. Unfortunately, Satan greeted him. He looked mostly collected, but that didn't stop him from being nervous.
"Hello." Solomon smiled at him.
"I presume those flowers aren't for me." Satan raised an eyebrow.
"Haha, no. They're for..." Your name died on his tongue when he saw you in the background. Your eyes were rimmed red and you had messy hair, but you looked rested. When the two of you made eye contact, you froze.
"Mc, I'm sorry." He held out the flowers to you over Satan's shoulder. He rolled his eyes and stepped a little out of the way. Far enough to give him room, but close enough to force him back outside if needed. You burst into another round of tears, and before Belphie, who was next to you, could grab you, you ran towards him and hugged him tightly.
"That's all I wanted to hear yesterday." Solomon held you close with his free hand.
"I'm sorry for making you think my research was more important that you, I'm sorry for forgetting our anniversary, and I'm sorry for not communicating better." He extended the flowers to you again once you stepped back.
"Thank you. You remembered my favorites." You took them, and gave them a quick whiff.
"Is it too forthcoming of me to ask if you're still up for brunch?" Solomon chuckled.
"No. I'd love that. Just let me get changed." You handed the flowers back to him temporarily to run back inside to get out of your pajamas. Satan had left at some point, but Asmo had found his way into his place.
"Sol. I love you, but if you ever try that again, I think I'll have to put your heart on a spike in the RAD courtyard." Asmo giggled. That was the second time he'd heard his usually endearing nickname spoken in such a threatening way in the past day.
"Noted." Just the reminder he needed never to piss off his s/o or Asmo ever again.
almost done with all my exams then I’m on summer break! until summer semester starts but that’s a problem for future me
ill make up for the lack of content. planning to post something with a prompt i got from an event that I’m hoping to post next week :) hopefully wednesday? but no promises lol
in the meantime I’ll reblog some older stuff to make it feel like I’m actually here lol
gave it some thought and i'll be temporarily opening requests for the same format as my past two posts. give me something small and cute, kind of slice of life leaning that i can make something short and sweet with
not sure how long i want them open for, so i'll wait to see how many requests i get before i decide when to close them!
“Mephi, I’m still not sure about this.” You still weren't entirely sure how Mephisto had talked you into even getting near his horses.
"I promise. It'll be fun." Mephisto stood next to you, a hand on your shoulder. "Hannya is our sweetest. I believe you'll get along swimmingly." He gestured to the mare standing to your left.
"You know how I feel about horses." You shuddered. When Mephisto opened his mouth, you quickly spoke over him. "And don't get technical about it. A horse is a horse, Devildom or not."
He laughed, then quickly tried to cover it up with a cough. It wasn't often you got to see him so happy. The moment you'd caved and agreed to come visit his horses, he'd visibly perked up, despite the fact that horses gave you the heebie-jeebies. "Once you get used to them, I promise you'll have a good time."
"You sure are making a lot of promises. How can I be sure you'll be able to keep them?" You didn't make the statement all that seriously, but Mephisto seemed to interpret it otherwise.
"I am a demon of my word." Mephisto smugly stated. "I'm so certain, in fact, that if you don't, I can owe you a favor."
You turned to face him in an instant. "Really?" He nodded in confirmation. "Can I cash that in for anything?"
"You may." He affirmed.
"Then, can I cash it in for a kiss?" You inquired. Mephisto's face flushed, and his eyes widened.
"I wouldn't be opposed to that." He averted his gaze.
RAD was starting in less than twenty minutes, and thanks to Mammon, the both of you were running late.
You barreled into the bathroom, rushing to get ready. After quickly brushing your teeth, you decided you had time for a very quick shower.
As soon as the water was warm, you hopped in, scrambling to find your soap in the many bottles that lined the edge of the shower. Once you found your bottle, you found it was suspiciously lighter. Upon opening it and turning it on its head, it was as you’d suspected; the bottle was completely empty.
Whatever. You could just repay the likely culprit by giving them the treatment they’d given you.
As you reached for Belphie’s soap, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine, the bathroom door flung open, hitting the wall with such a force it groaned. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for one of the brothers to barge in during a shower of yours, but never did it come with such urgency.
Catching you off guard, Mammon pushed open the shower curtain, shooing you aside.
“Make room!” He insisted.
“What are you doing here?” You hissed. Despite this, you did as he asked. Mammon tossed his last article of clothing, which was his shirt, above and out of the shower. “Careful! You’re going to get my hair wet!”
Mammon zeroed in on the bottle in your hand. “What’re ya doin’ with Belphie’s wash? That gardenia shit is too strong.” He inspected it, totally blocking you from the stream of water. Before you could protest, he plucked it from your hands, and placed his own in place.
“It smells good! He used all mine, so I was going to make it even.” Mammon chucked that too out of the shower. It landed with a clatter next to his other articles of clothing.
“We don’t have time fer this. Use mine.” He insisted. You were both short on time, so you weren’t about to argue with him. You squeezed some of the liquid gold into your hand, and despite just having handed you the bottle, he seizes your hand and squeezed some out for himself. At least it could be closed now. You pushed him behind you so you had access to the water too.
The last thing you expected was for Mammon to trip over where you started washing.
“Yer tellin’ me you start with your stomach?” He stared at you in disbelief.
“I always do. We’ve showered together before. Why are you so surprised?” You turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised. He’d likely just been more focused on other things.
“That doesn’t feel right.” He mused.
“You’re one to talk. You start with your ass.” You shut him down quickly. When he opened his mouth to protest once more, you pressed a finger over his mouth. “Mams. We are running late. You were the one who decided you wanted to join me. Now is not the time for this.” You remarked, your voice sickly sweet.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Mammon muttered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
you awoke with a large fluffy blanket thrown over you. the last thing you remembered was watching a movie on the couch with most of the brothers. the only one who hadn't been there when you'd sat down was lucifer. it was about midnight, and to your surprise, every single brother was still present, fast asleep.
movie night was something you treasured. it was a time where you were guaranteed a moment with every brother, all while getting to eat snacks and enjoy whatever movie you'd agreed on that week.
you let your vision adjust to darkness, slowly searching for each of your companions. each slumbering form had a blanket thrown over them.
to your left was belphie, with essentially his entire body slumped over yours. his head was braced against your chest, and your legs were intertwined. his arms were curled around your neck, and something of a sweet smile ghosted his face. you shared that blanket, which explained why you were so warm. you didn't recognize the blanket, though. to your right, was mammon. your head was in his lap, and one of his hands cradled your face. he leant away from you, but that didn't stop you from feeling the love behind the gesture.
on the sofa to your far left, was asmo and satan. satan was in an uncomfortable looking position. it seemed as if asmo had fallen asleep with his arms around his favorite brother, so satan had to contort himself to be comfortable without awaking him. an abandoned book laid on the edge of the couch.
to the right, were two arm chairs, each containing another brother. in one, levi was curled up with something you couldn't see. a charger ran out from under the blanket and to a nearby outlet. in the other, was beel, asleep like a father would be in his favorite chair. a few empty bags of snacks sat around his feet. you could hear gentle snores come from his direction.
finally, you spotted lucifer. he had dragged a chair from the kitchen, and had set it between the sofa you were on and the arm chairs. his arms were crossed, and his chin was tucked into his chest. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was awake.
as you slowly drifted back into unconsciousness, you came to the realization that lucifer must've tucked you all in, like the caring brother he was. even if you weren't part of the family, they all made you feel welcome.
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Mammon and Yuisa spend one night together in Sin City. Little did they know that one single night would tie Yuisa into his life in ways that would forever change her. It's even more of a surprise when she begins to change each of the demons surrounding her and eventually the entire Devildom.
Warnings: Gambling, One Night Stand, Sex, Intoxication, Kidnapping, Drugs, Marriage
If Mammon could have said one thing for certain it was that Las Vegas had to be one of the best cities humans had ever built. The money, the gambling, the drugs, and the sex. All of it strummed through his veins. Lucifer thought he was with the witches and the witches let him free far earlier than usual, only wanting money to fund them for the night. He had all night to do whatever the hell he wanted. That was exactly what he planned to do. Strolling into the casino it was filled with some of the most beautiful people with some of the ugliest souls. To the right, a row of slots lined up one after the other. Normally he would head straight for the chance of fast and easy cash. Tonight though, the buzz of anticipation in his fingertips told him that it wouldn’t be enough. Tonight, he needed to play the game.
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Sliding the chips towards her Yuisa pushed down a giddy laugh. It might not have been a big win, but she had more money than she started with, which was more than what could be said about her cousins. Two of them had lost enough that they left the casino over an hour before just to make sure they had enough money for the rest of the trip. Leaving just her and Eliany who, based on the eyes she was making at the woman across from her, was about to abandon her for the night as well. Eliany turned to look towards Yuisa and wiggled her eyebrows, causing her to roll her eyes and wave her away with a smirk. Eliany was gone faster than she could blink, her prize following behind her.
Yuisa stayed at the table, wanting to play another round of blackjack. It was her favorite game, one that she usually had a knack for. Just as the game began a man took the seat to her left. Immediately her attention drew towards him and his striking white hair. She watched him from the corner of her eyes, vaguely paying attention to the dealer shuffling the cards. She could tell, even from her limited view, that his piercing blue eyes had stopped on her far more than once. His skin a couple shades darker than her own honey-colored skin. Yuisa rarely found herself attracted to men she didn’t already know.
“If ya keep starin’ like that you’re gonna end up losin’,” the man’s voice was rough and teasing. Reminded of the game, she watched as the dealer passed out the cards to the table.
“I guess I should thank you then. Saying that is only going to make me want to win more,” Yuisa turned her attention back to him. “My competitiveness will have me winning two to your one.”
He laughed, his voice sending shivers through her.
“Would ya bet on that Doll?” A nickname like that would usually have her dismissing someone from the start. With him, it only seemed to draw her in more.
“Depends, what are the terms?”
“For every game one of us wins more than the other we get a drink on their dime,” he was smirking. A wild look in his eyes. This was probably a bad idea, terrible really. Still, she couldn’t stop herself.
“You have a deal…” she trailed off, waiting for his name with her hand out.
“Mammon,” he stooks her hand, a spark passing between their palms and surprising her.
“Yuisa but after buying me three drinks you can call me Isa,” she teased. Just as Mammon was about to retort he watched as she flipped her card revealing a blackjack. When his own card was flipped it revealed his loss to the dealer. Yuisa turned, catching the attention of a server. “Can I get a margarita? Something sweet, and make sure it’s expensive.”
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“I can’t believe you got us kicked out,” Yuisa said through hiccupping laughs. She stumbled, holding onto Mammon’s leather-covered arm. He wasn’t much steadier on his feet as he turned, red-faced, away from the casino and its bouncer.
“Me? You’re the one that spilled that drink on that bouncer,” Mammon said in fake offense. His own laughter sparking as Yuisa only laughed harder. Neither of them knew where they were going as they stumbled drunkenly down the sidewalk. Even through the jumbled mess in their heads, they knew they should separate and go back to the people waiting for them. Still, neither one of them could pull away from the magnetism growing between them. Looking for any excuse to stay with the beautiful stranger, Yuisa clung to the first thing that came to mind.
“You still owe me a drink,” she clung to Mammon’s arm, enamored with the toothy smile he passed to her. The two had spent the whole night one winning just for the other to take the lead and back again. By the end they had bought so many drinks they were too drunk to think and neither knew if they had actually made any money or just spent it all on the other.
“Oi, ain’t no bar gonna serve us. Ya can barely stand,” as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he walked straight into a metal light pole. A spew of curses escaped his lips at the same time that Yuisa, finding the incident and his reaction hilarious, broke out in uncontrollable laughter. She had let go of his arm at some point and now, with her laughter and spinning mind, she fell back straight onto her ass. In a panic Mammon grabbed her arm, pulling her up and against his chest. Like a switch, her laughter died out.
Mammon couldn’t help but be captured by her eyes, almost black in color. His eyes traced the freckles over her cheeks to the cupid’s bow of her lips. Before he could register what was going on they were moving. Pressing towards each other. Their lips locked and Mammon pulled her closer. Pressing her against him. Mammon’s tongue traced her lips as her arms wrapped around him and tangled in his hair. With no fight, a desperate groan escaped him. Maybe it was the thrill of the night or his drunk-addled mind, but he couldn’t remember the last time he wanted someone this badly.
A woman bumped into the pair quickly uttering apologies as she scurried away. Just like that, his lust-filled haze was broken. Mammon’s annoyance fled as quickly as it came. Yuisa’s face lit up with a smile. She intertwined his fingers with hers and began to pull them down the street. Pointing to a brightly lit sign, she let out a high squeal.
“Oh, I know! I know! I want ice cream. A sundae, the ones they light on fire. As repayment for that drink,” Mammon didn’t even argue about the amount of money that he was spending.
“Pretty sure you're thinking of those ice creams they pour alcohol on.”
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Mammon groaned, the ringing of his DDD blaring in his ears. A stir could be felt from beside him, helping to wake him. Looking beside him at the sleeping human, Mammon spotted Yuisa. Only parts of the night before came to his mind. His DDD stopped ringing only to start again seconds later. Yuisa grumbled and pushed her head deeper into his side. He picked up his DDD, seeing Lucifer’s name flash across the screen. Glancing at the time, it was past noon. He was so fucked. Lucifer was going to be pissed. He answered the call, wincing as Lucifer’s voice rang through as he pressed into his ear.
“Mammon, where are you?” Lucifer’s voice came out angry and harsh. Mammon tried to scramble for excuses but before he could come up with anything Lucifer had lost his patience. “Come home. We have things to do,” Mammon sat up, his eyes still on Yuisa. He couldn’t just leave, right?
“Give me a few hours. I need-”
“Now, Mammon. I don’t have time for your antics today. I don’t want to have to come and get you myself. The layers are acting up and I don’t have the time for this,” Mammon mentally cursed. It was better to just leave. Yuisa didn’t need to be involved with whatever plans Lucifer had if he decided to come get him.
“Alright. I’m comin’. No need ta go around threatin’ me.”
“Now Mammon,” and with that Lucifer hung up. Mammon stood peering around the room for his clothes. In one corner laid a sparkly bundle of white fabric along with a crumbled mess of a suit. Who’s suit was that? Really, whose hotel room was this? It wasn’t his so it had to be hers. Did that suit belong to her boyfriend? A ridiculous surge of possessiveness awoke in Mammon, trying to convince him to forget Lucifer and catch the scent from the clothes so he could hunt them down and tear them apart piece by-. Mammon stopped himself surprised by his reaction.
Finally finding his clothes, he pulled them on. In a moment of brief unsurety Mammon grabbed the notepad and pen from the hotel desk, scribbling a brief: I had fun last night. Thx- Mammon. He added his Human World phone number. It wouldn’t work in the Devildom but the next time he was called to see the witches any missed calls would show up. He tore the paper off, leaving it on the pillow he had been using. He took the moment to notice her face. Even scrunched in frustration she was beautiful to him. Mammon found that his emotions only seemed to confuse him more and more. He didn’t want to leave, at least not without her in his arms. It was silly and he shook out the feeling with his steadfast self-control.
Mammon left the hotel, each step to the closest portal making the need to go back stronger. By the time he had stepped through the portal, his skin was breaking out in an uncomfortable sweat. It was hours later that the same skin rose with goosebumps leaving him with an unnatural chill for a demon used to temperature that would freeze a human in place.
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With a headache cursed by the devil himself Yuisa scrambled out of the bed, taking all the bedding to the ground. Her head buried in the toilet she found seconds before it was too late. She felt like she had been hit by a bus. It took more than a few minutes to pull herself from the cold bathroom floor. Making her way to the back of the room, Yuisa ignored everything but the search for her phone. She lifted the fallen blanket and pillows from the ground, silently cheering when the rose gold case caught her eye in its short tumble. The screen lit up in her palm as she picked it up from the floor, showing what seemed like an endless number of missed calls and texts. Eliany’s name was the closest to the top. She pressed her cousin’s name, hearing the phone ring for only a moment.
“Where the hell are you?” Yuisa could hear humor and relief mixed in her voice. She looked around the room, this definitely wasn’t he hotel room. It didn’t even look like the right hotel.
“In a hotel room? Not sure which hotel. I’m alone,” she frowned at the pang of longing in her chest. She didn’t like having one-night stands for that exact reason. She was far too emotional but this level of ache in her chest was extreme, even for her.
“You’re not sure? What happened last night?” Yuisa thought through the night before, starting from when she last seen Eliany; Mammon who was easy enough to remember, maybe even too easy if someone asked her, getting kicked out, ice cream, Elvis… Elvis, Yuisa’s heart dropped to her feet. Her head jerking towards her left hand. No, she couldn’t have, especially not in such a cliche way, in Vegas and with a fake Elvis. But sure enough, if the ridiculously huge diamond on her finger said anything, she had.
“Oh fuck. No no no. What that... This can’t be happening.”
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alright, so I know it's not Valentine's Day anymore and hasn't been for a while now but I am quite the procrastinator! better late than never, though!
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When looking at Satan and Solomon from the outside, it was easy to assume they were collected. Their cool and suave demeanors were something envied by every demon who passed them at RAD. Today was no different.
But, today was Valentine’s Day, and they’d both been unlucky enough to forget. It was unlike either of them to forget such a holiday. In years past, they’d prepared surprises for those around them months in advance. For whatever reason this year, whether that be due to the influx of homework, or getting wrapped up in personal projects, the day was about to give them a shock to a caliber they hadn’t gotten in a millennia.
The two of them had been none the wiser the evening before. The two of them were huddled in Satan’s room over an interesting purchase they’d made the previous day at a second hand bookstore. The book itself wasn’t too special. It was a book that could prove tricky to come across as it had been decades since it had been in print, but it wasn’t something neither of them had seen before. What had actually caught their interest was the scribbles in the margins. Whoever this was, they’d left hundreds of annotations that ranged from their personal thoughts about the text, or improvements upon the listed spells. Satan and Solomon were aware of the hazard of trying out homemade spells, but they were hardly strangers to that.
“This comment is interesting.” Solomon tapped his finger against one of the notations.
“I thought the same.” Satan nodded his head, examining the writing again. “This had crossed my mind before, but I hadn’t thought to implement it this way.” It wasn’t easy to impress him, but this mysterious person had done it in less than an hour. He didn’t even know who they were, yet he found himself wishing he did.
“Satan!” A loud drumming on his bedroom door interrupted their conversation, then followed by a rapid jiggling of the doorknob as the person on the other side of the door tried to enter the room.
Satan couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “What do you want, Mammon?” He huffed.
“I need yer opinion on my gift for MC.” When Mammon continued to rattle the doorknob, Satan realized he wasn’t going to give up until he gave him what he wanted. He got up, and cracked the door open.
“Show it to me.” Satan demanded, rather than asked.
Mammon was proudly holding up a handmade card, and a box containing two matching bracelets, each with a golden heart. A bundle of roses was tucked under his arm. “It took me forever to pick these out. Don’t ya think they’re perfect? One for me, one for them.” He removed one from the box, and gently showed Satan the heart up close. On it, was engraved an M.
“They’ll love it, but I’m confused. Why are you giving them a present?” Satan lent against the door frame, wracking his brain for an occasion. It wasn’t MC’s birthday yet, nor was it any sort of anniversary. There was also the chance that Mammon simply wanted to get them a gift, but that didn’t warrant a card in his opinion. It was far too planned for that to be the case.
“It’s Valentine's Day? Have ya lost yer mind? Of course I’m gettin em’ a present!” Mammon squinted at his younger brother, before putting the bracelet back in its place.
Satan felt rooted to the spot as he took in the words. He quickly took a mental count of the days, using an assignment he’d just completed that he’d remembered dating for reference. He’d only completed that yesterday, and he’d marked the date as February 13th. It was indeed Valentine’s Day.
“I’ve got important matters to attend to.” He said stiffly, before suddenly slamming the door in Mammon’s face.
“Weirdo.” Satan heard Mammon sigh through the door.
Based on the strained expression on Solomon’s face, it was easy to see that he too had forgotten the holiday.
Solomon was still holding the book open with one of his hands, where it was frozen while he was lost in thought. “How did we both forget? What are we going to do?” Satan slammed his hand down on the book. Perhaps it was the pressure of the hit, or the tension behind it, but the moment it did, both of them knew something had happened. They were overtaken by an intense feeling neither could place.
Whatever it was, it wasn’t sudden. It gave the pair a second of false hope, that maybe nothing had happened. Just as fast as they’d built up that optimism, it crumbled around them as the book between the two of them let out a shimmery ray of light.
Before he knew it, Solomon was tumbling through the air. He was just a second too late, and handed headfirst into the ground. He spent a moment on the ground, dazed, before deciding now was no time to be spent splayed out on the ground. With a light groan, he rubbed his head, and sat up. Most of his vision was filled with a yellow-tinged white. As he stood up, he realized the other thing for miles was that same sickly yellow. He brushed himself off, and quickly realized Satan wasn’t with him.
As he turned to his left to scan the area for the blond, he jumped back as his peripheral vision was filled with lines of something darker in color. He pursed his lips. He thought he recognized what he was seeing. In order to confirm his suspicions, he moved towards his point of interest. It was larger than he’d anticipated, so he hoisted himself up to stand on top of what he now knew for sure was a word.
The word he’d chosen to investigate was handwriting from their mystery person, and was much larger than the text of the book, which explained the perspective. It was also quite a long word; one that he had to brush up on the definition of. He could now easily see the rows upon rows of text that he and Satan had been studying carefully. While drinking in the sight, he couldn’t help but notice that the aforementioned demon was nowhere to be seen. He turned to the other open page of the book, and quickly saw that the text in a specific corner wasn’t quite as orderly as it had once been.
Solomon was quick to decide to head that way, but rather than hop down off the scrawling, he jumped from word to word, using it to get to where he wanted as quickly as possible. Once he was there, he had to cover his mouth to keep himself from bursting out with laughter.
All of the nearby words had been gathered into a pile, all of them tangled together, making them illegible. With each movement, they wobbled, seemingly threatening to break apart. In the center of the unceremonious pile was exactly who he’d been searching for. The situation was anything but flattering. Satan sat in the middle, fighting to get free. He threw punches left and right, sending shorter words packing. He swore at vowels that threatened his peace, and snapped longer words in half with his bare hands. By the time Solomon had found him, most of the words had been reduced to their simplest form: letters.
“You look like you could use a hand.” Solomon called out, standing next to the jumble.
“Do I really?” Satan sarcastically remarked, shoving a preposition out of his face. “I woke up in this mess.” He looked and sounded beyond frustrated, and if he wasn’t himself, Solomon might not know how to handle the situation.
“Take a deep breath. If you want to get untangled, shifting out of your demon form is the first step towards that.” Solomon gestured towards all the letters with holes in them stuck to his spiny tail.
Satan let out a deep sigh. “You’re right.” He closed his eyes, and after a moment, he was back to normal. Solomon stepped forward, picking his way towards Satan. Once he was in front of him, he began to toss various characters aside to help free his friend. After working together to yank a particularly stubborn ampersand symbol off Satan’s arm, the blond was finally free.
“Much better, isn’t it?” Solomon plucked an exclamation point out of Satan’s hair, flicking it aside with a chuckle.
“Easy for you to say.” Satan grumbled. Now that he was finally out of his predicament, he was able to view their situation with fresh eyes. “Where are we?”
Solomon cocked his head to the side. “I thought it was obvious we were in the book we were just reading?” He said. Satan inspected the area again, thinking it over.
“You’re right.” The more he looked, the more Satan remembered. From the font of the text, to the ink color of the commentary, it was unmistakably their latest find at the bookstore. He opened his mouth to ask the question that was likely on both their minds, but quickly shut it again, shaking his head. “How we got here isn’t important. We need to get out of here.” He knelt down, and began gathering back up the letters he’d just been trapped in.
“What’s on your mind?” Solomon began doing the same, knowing his companion had a plan.
“First, we need to make a distress signal. We don’t know anything about this place. What happens if the book closes? Mc might come by, so they might see this.” After Satan had an armful of letters, he began arranging them in the shape of an S, placing them back down on the page as they’d appear if typed.
“I knew I liked you for a reason.” Solomon chirped, earning him a playful shove from Satan. For the uncertainty of the situation, the two were having more fun than they thought they’d be having. The pair made quick work of their plan, even adding MC’s name to the end to hopefully have a better chance of catching their attention.
Once they were finished, they stood back to admire their work.
“I think we did an excellent job.” Solomon dusted his hands off, a smug grin adorning his face.
“Now that that’s done, our next plan of action should be finding a way out. Easier said than done though.” Satan went back to scouring the area, in search of anything useful. Before they could, however, they felt the ground beneath them rumble. In a blink of an eye, everything tilted sideways, sending the both of them, along with a collection of unanchored letters, plummeting downward. To Satan and Solomon, it seemed as if there was no end, as it was yellowed paper as far as the eye could see, like when they’d appeared in the book.
Satan, rather than extending a hand to Solomon, roughly grabbed him by his cape and managed to grab ahold of a nearby word. It was one of the few left that hadn’t fallen with the rest when the book had been tilted. The force of the two beings and hundreds of letters hurtling at them had sent the words below them falling too. For a second, the two let out a sigh of relief. As if their exhale had been the final straw, like in a cartoon, the handlebar of the H Satan had latched onto let out a squeak, and gave way.
Yet again, Satan found himself in a pile of letters. At least, this time he wasn’t alone. Or, so he thought. He dug through the heap. Since Solomon had hit the letters first, he was nowhere to be seen. If it hadn’t been for the book shaking, Satan thought he wouldn’t have found the sorcerer. Satan saw his hand appear nearby him, and despite being semi-trapped himself, he did just as Solomon had done for him not too long ago. Solomon reemerged, hacking. With a clumsy slap on the back from his blond companion, a comma flew out of his mouth.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to see letters the same again.” Solomon shook his head, a hand on his throat. “Almost choking to death on a comma wasn’t in my bingo card for this century.”
Satan nodded in agreement. “We need to get out of here.” Again, with all too convenient timing, in the blank space that had just been created above them, writing began to appear out of thin air. It wasn’t typed like the kind they were bathing in, nor was it swoopy and elegant like the annotations that still hung in the air around them. It was a style of handwriting they recognized. The pink was unmistakable.
“Found you guys! Sorry about the tumble.”
The two looked between each other and the sky with disbelief. “That’s MC handwriting!” Solomon exclaimed, his signature smile back.
“I don’t believe it.” Satan’s mouth hung agape.
“I sure can’t either.” They paused for a moment, before continuing. “You guys are so cute!”
Satan took a moment processing what they’d written, before thinking out loud. “Can they hear us?”
“I sure can. You sound like mice.” Neither of them could hear or see MC, but Satan already knew they were cooing over the book. “Based on what I see, it looks like you could use some help.” It was an eerie thought that they were being watched. At least it was someone they trusted.
“Any ideas?” Solomon inquired.
“Hang onto each other.” The message was ominous, but the two latched hands regardless. Slowly but surely, they could feel the book being tipped back on its side. It was just slow enough so they weren’t overtaken by the letter, but quick enough for them to be sliding down the mountain at an alarming rate. It was a bit harder to see what MC was writing to them now, but it wasn’t impossible. They went back and forth for a bit, bouncing ideas off each other. Each one got shot down for various reasons. At some point, they began to grow desperate as time ticked on, and the suggestions grew more and more ridiculous. It got to the point where the entire page was filled with the communications back and forth.
MC eventually left the pair to go fetch an eraser to clear the page, giving them some more time to ponder.
“Do you think Asmo will miss me?” Solomon dramatically sighed, draping the back of his hand over his forehead after plopping down on the ground.
“We’re going to be fine.” Satan rolled his eyes. He softened his tone once he saw a touch of genuine concern on Solomon’s face. “If we really can’t figure a way out, MC can always take us to Barbatos. He would surely have a solution.” He knew that Lucifer was likely a quicker option that’d get the job done just as effectively, but Satan wasn’t willing to receive his help. Especially not when he apparently sounded like a mouse.
“I’m not sure he’d want to help me out in particular, but if it’s our only option…” Solomon nervously laughed.
“I’m back!” The words around them began to vanish in large sweeps.
“Please be careful.” Satan recoiled as one of the eraser strokes came a little too close for his liking.
“Sorry.” After that, they erased with more precision, taking care while near them. When the page was clear, MC penned something near where they were standing, seemingly having thought about it while they were away. “Since it’s Valentine’s Day, maybe a display of affection would do the trick?” Their words got Solomon thinking.
“I like it!” Satan wasn’t as convinced, but Solomon’s cadence caused him to give the idea more thought.
“What do you mean by that?” Satan said slowly. He wasn’t sure where the sorcerer and his apprentice were headed with the idea, but the fact that they were both so enthusiastic about the idea only let him know just how connected they were.
MC drew a heart with a smiley face next to it, most likely an answer to his question. It spurred Solomon on, as he did a little jump for joy.
“Exactly my idea. Great minds think alike.” Solomon and MC began to create space on the page, leaving Satan no chance to question them further. He still hadn’t totally been following, but as long as it didn’t involve anything conventional, he was on board. Knowing them, it would be anything but.
Only when Solomon began to arrange his armful of letters in the shape of a heart did Satan finally get it. He felt stupid for not getting it sooner. He joined in, while still not fully convinced, because two of his favorite people were wholehearted about it. It couldn’t hurt to try.
“Would you like to do the honors?” Solomon offered, extending an S out to Satan.
“Let’s do it together.” Satan took the other side, and they slotted it into the tip of the heart, forming the point.
At first, just like when they were transported into the book, nothing happened. Solomon couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed, but he continued to hang onto hope. It took a couple seconds, but a similar feeling washed over him that he’d gotten right before heading into the book. It was vaguely familiar, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it as the pair was engulfed by another beam of dazzling light.
After the light faded, and the pair finished with their frantic blinking, they realized they were standing right next to Satan’s bed. The book rested where they’d left it, and standing off to the side was MC, their savior.
“You don’t know how grateful we are to see you.” Satan let out what was hopefully his last sigh of the day. Solomon on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to hug them, insisting Satan join in.
“I knew you’d find a way.” Solomon hummed.
“That was all you guys. I was throwing out ideas.” MC laughed. “I’m glad I came looking for you.” They added.
“We need to confess something.” Satan knew Solomon was about to tell them about how they’d gotten into their predicament in the first place.
“Did you forget about Valentine’s Day? I’m not mad.” They smiled.
“Mammon reminded us. You can probably guess where that went.” Satan was a little surprised that they somehow got it spot on, but he knew by now to expect the unexpected from MC.
“There’s no need to apologize, since I know that’s coming next. I’m not upset you forgot. You show me just how much you care all year round. Besides, don’t think I haven’t noticed just how swamped you’ve been lately.” They knew the cat duo all too well.
“That is true.” Satan trailed off.
“When have I ever been wrong?” They triumphantly put their hands on their hips. “Don’t start.” MC shot down Solomon before he could even open his mouth with a nasty side eye.
“Let us make it up to you at least.” Solomon pivoted away from teasing MC, and instead, got into a playful argument with them. MC was insistent that they didn’t need to do anything. Instead of joining them, Satan fished in his pockets for his DDD, hoping he hadn’t left it behind in the book by accident. Instead, he found something very different.
“Look at this.” Satan caught MC and Solomon’s attention. He drew his hand out of his pocket, revealing a couple of rouge punctuation marks. MC stuck out their hand, and, without a second thought, Satan dumped them into their hands. They curled their fingers around them, hiding them in their fist.
“Why don’t we go get something to eat? I’m free right now, and I think Asmo is planning something that I’m not allowed to be around for anyway. You guys must need a break after that ordeal.” MC offered.
“We’re going, and you’re not paying a single grim.” Satan firmly stated. Between them saving himself and Solomon, and it being the afternoon of Valentine’s Day, he was determined to treat them like the royalty they were.
“If that’s what you guys want.” MC shrugged, knowing there was nothing they could do to sway the team. That was a battle they could not win, not with both Satan and Solomon against them.
“It is. Only the best for my dearest apprentice!” Solomon put his hands on MC’s shoulders from behind, before spinning them around with a sweep of his cloak so they were sandwiched between himself and Satan. “How about this? Let us make it a surprise.” He peeked over their shoulder, looking between them and the demon across from him.
“I’ll tell you right now, it won’t be much of a surprise if you just take me to a cat cafe. I’m not saying I’m opposed to that, but the two of you are very predictable.” When Satan sputtered and turned pink, MC knew they’d gotten his plan spot on.
“What are you talking about?” Satan swatted at the air, promptly making a beeline for the door.
“We’ll be back in a couple minutes.” Solomon grinned, and after giving MC’s shoulders a final pat, he left to follow Satan, likely to find a new place to eat.
MC found themselves giggling over their antics. They were all too easy to anticipate. They opened the hand holding the pesky punctuation marks, peering down at them. Leaning over the book the duo had only just emerged from, they placed their hand facedown on the book, and dragged their fingers across the page. When they lifted it again, the characters were gone, and the book was mostly back to normal.
The text was restored to its original positions, and their pink notes were gone. The only difference was the heart Satan and Solomon had made to free themselves was still present, tucked away in a corner. With several more strokes of their pen, they left a vague note, about the heart being key. It seamlessly blended into the rest of the annotations left behind, like it had been there to begin with. They shut the book after that, satisfied.
Never did they guess that it would be Satan and Solomon to stumble upon the book after all those years.
They then left to go find wherever the two had gone. They did have a lunch date to attend to, after all.
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you awoke with a large fluffy blanket thrown over you. the last thing you remembered was watching a movie on the couch with most of the brothers. the only one who hadn't been there when you'd sat down was lucifer. it was about midnight, and to your surprise, every single brother was still present, fast asleep.
movie night was something you treasured. it was a time where you were guaranteed a moment with every brother, all while getting to eat snacks and enjoy whatever movie you'd agreed on that week.
you let your vision adjust to darkness, slowly searching for each of your companions. each slumbering form had a blanket thrown over them.
to your left was belphie, with essentially his entire body slumped over yours. his head was braced against your chest, and your legs were intertwined. his arms were curled around your neck, and something of a sweet smile ghosted his face. you shared that blanket, which explained why you were so warm. you didn't recognize the blanket, though. to your right, was mammon. your head was in his lap, and one of his hands cradled your face. he leant away from you, but that didn't stop you from feeling the love behind the gesture.
on the sofa to your far left, was asmo and satan. satan was in an uncomfortable looking position. it seemed as if asmo had fallen asleep with his arms around his favorite brother, so satan had to contort himself to be comfortable without awaking him. an abandoned book laid on the edge of the couch.
to the right, were two arm chairs, each containing another brother. in one, levi was curled up with something you couldn't see. a charger ran out from under the blanket and to a nearby outlet. in the other, was beel, asleep like a father would be in his favorite chair. a few empty bags of snacks sat around his feet. you could hear gentle snores come from his direction.
finally, you spotted lucifer. he had dragged a chair from the kitchen, and had set it between the sofa you were on and the arm chairs. his arms were crossed, and his chin was tucked into his chest. if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was awake.
as you slowly drifted back into unconsciousness, you came to the realization that lucifer must've tucked you all in, like the caring brother he was. even if you weren't part of the family, they all made you feel welcome.
