The Devildom was exciting as ever as you and the brothers sat at the table to have dinner and all of you were talking about your days.
“Well I got a C- on a test today,” said Mammon with a grandiose smile and pose. Satan rolled his eyes,
“Pff, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
Then you chimed in, “Shouldn’t you be aiming a little higher there, bud?”
Belphie erupted into laughter, “Oh, that’d be the f***ing day! Imagine Mammon getting a C+ for once.”
His comment caused laughter all around the room, including Mammon. As the laughter died down, he caught you looking at him and a pale blush rose to his cheeks. He smiled at you and was about to say something when Levi spoke up, “Today had much more important events going on, though, did you guys know that Sucre Frenzy came out with their new line of merch today?!”
“Oh NO, mn-mn,” said Asmo, “you already dress like that, don’t make it worse.” Levi’s orange eyes narrowed and he stuck out his tongue at him.
Lucifer cleared his throat, “Though I agree with Asmo-”
“Hey!” Levi interrupted and was met with a cold look from his eldest brother.
“As I was saying, though I agree with you, I will admit it was an off-handed comment, Asmo.”
“I’ll stop making off-handed comments when Levi stops wearing off-branded clothing.”
The conversation was light and produced much laughter among the lot of you until dinner came to an end and as you, Lucifer, and Belphie were cleaning up the table, Lucifer spoke as he handed you one of Beels thirty plates, “I’m glad that you’ve enjoyed yourself so much.”
You replied, “Yeah! The food was amazing, I can’t say that I’ve ever even thought about eating Three Spice Three Head Hell Turkey before, but wow can Beel cook!”
Belphie smiled at you, “Right?” As you and Belphie kept conversing about cooking, Lucifer’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought of how to go about saying what he was going to say next. He cleared his throat before speaking, a staple of Lucifer, and said,
“I was referring to the Devildom as a whole, your stay with us is coming to an end in approximately one earthly month.”
Both you and Belphie looked at him wide-eyed.
“Oh,” you said. You didn’t honestly know what else to say, it’s not like you were counting the days till you left so the end of your stay came much faster than you expected it would. You looked to Belphie as his hands tensed, gripping the plate he held till his knuckles turned white.
“It feels like it’s hardly been a day,” he said as he forced his features to display happiness, but you knew that look in his eyes. The same went for the look in your eyes. When Belphie looked at you all there was between the two of you felt almost visible at that moment, as if it hung in the air like specs of dust floating around or like sunlight shining through a window that graced everything in its sweet glow. Belphie’s deep purple eyes fell upon yours with a look you could only decipher as a deep, soft yearning. He quickly turned around and finished putting the plates away.
“So, will you be getting your stuff together soon?” he asked you gently, scared to know the answer.
“Um,” your voice cracked, you felt so overwhelmed with feelings after hearing how soon you’d have to go, “I- um… I’m not sure.”
You cleared your throat and put away the silverware you were cleaning and hastily made your way to your room because you felt like you needed to be alone for a minute. It was like a crashing down of all these emotions; it felt like you just got hit by a bus. Was the end really coming this soon? What was going to happen when you left? Would the brothers forget about you… would Belphie forget you after you left? The tears that brimmed in your eyes began falling as the painful thoughts kept coming forward. You grabbed the pillow that Belhpie left on your bed for whenever he slept in your room. You clung to the cow print pillow with all your strength as you sobbed quietly into it.
Belphie paced up and down the divide between his and Beel’s bed. He wasn’t tired, which was the first sign that something was seriously wrong.
“Will you tell me what’s the matter?” prodded Beel. He was met with the sound of Belphie’s footsteps pacing and pacing and pacing and nothing else, he couldn’t find the words to respond. Beel responded to the silence,
“Hello? You’re obviously upset and I’d like to know what’s bothering you so much, you’re my brother and best friend, dude. If I can help, I want to.” Frustrated, Belphie stopped pacing, let out a grunt, and left the room. He knew that Beel only meant well, but he didn’t want to be the one to remind his brother that you were leaving so soon. He knew it’d break Beel’s heart to see you go. You were one of the only people that Beel could really open up to. Belphie decided it best to just have Lucifer tell his twin, they would all be torn up that you were going but Lucifer was so good at hiding his emotions that he could be steady when telling the rest of the brothers the news.
He continued walking. He had walked up and down the whole house before deciding he needed some air and made a beeline for the garden. He could feel everything boiling over and he couldn’t stand when others saw him cry. He figured it would be his safest bet at being completely alone to get his feelings out given the late hour. He hurried his pace until he got to the wide glass doors leading outside, pushed them open, and began running. He didn’t know why he started running, maybe he just had to get away from it all for a minute; to have the world to himself. But he did not have it to himself.
He stopped short as he saw you sitting in the gazebo. He heard whimpers and saw the silver streams running down your cheeks. Normally, he would’ve gone straight over without hesitation, but he could feel his muscles freeze up. It felt like there was nothing he could do to make you feel better this time, so why try? Why go over there to remind you of what you would be losing and what he would be losing. He would be losing everything. Hot tears began falling from his eyes and he fell to his knees. He began sobbing and his cries alerted you to his presence. When he looked up and saw you sitting there looking so perfect in the pale moonlight, he moved without thinking and made his way to you. He wiped the tears from his eyes on his shirt sleeves and stood in front of you. His warm hands graced your cheeks as he wiped away the tears on your face.
After some calming down, the two of you simply sat and talked, you huddled up next to him to fend off the chilly night air as he said, “You know that thing I said earlier, about the stars?”
You nodded your head in reply. He had sent a text about wanting to give you the stars in the sky, but he sent it because everyone was sending impossibly romantic things to you and he figured you’d get a laugh out of it.
He continued, “And how I made fun of it being impossible and cheesy?”
A faint smile formed on your lips and you replied, “Yes, I do.” That faint smile, though held down by the somber look in your eyes, still lingered on your expression as you twiddled with your fingers.
He turned to you, “I would still do it, you know, give you a star…” He continued looking at you as your gaze turned to the night sky that glittered with the silver specks of light, “So, just point and tell me which one you want.”
You chuckled, “Even if it’s impossible?”
After a moment of thought, Belphie replied, “I don’t know if I’d say impossible. I gave it more thought and I ordered a fuck ton of ladders, but I still gotta find some inflammable gift wrap.”
A laugh spilled from your lips, your smile brighter to him than any star, “That’s the laugh I’ve been missing,” he said, his voice quiet as if you weren’t supposed to hear.
As you continued snickering at his dumb joke, you asked, “How many ladders do you reckon we’ll need?”
“Oh, at least 12.” And soon the both of you were just a pair of giggling idiots, rambling on about the stars and how to capture them. For the first time, Belphie wasn’t the first to fall asleep, he couldn’t sleep with so many thoughts of you running through his mind at a million miles per hour, were you really going to leave? Were you really just going to one day not be there? His eyes were yet again hot with brimming tears as these questions arose and were replaced by many more. Everything he’d done for you, with you, all of his feelings, were they not enough to make you stay? Were you going to forget him? But as he kept thinking, he thought about how little he really knew you, you’d only been in the Delivom for a year.
Did you want to go home? Did you have loving parents, friends that you missed? Should he really keep you from all of that just because he couldn’t bear losing you? Was there someone that you loved on Earth? He held back his tears, he knew that whatever you decided to do, he would have to go along with it, and if you wanted to leave, if you truly wanted to go back, he wouldn’t stop you even though it would be the most painful thing he’s ever done. He was between a rock and a hard place if you left because he couldn’t leave all of his brothers that easily, he couldn’t leave Beel, but he also couldn’t leave you, the more that he thought, he knew that he couldn’t watch you go, he couldn’t say goodbye.
As silver moonlight fell on the both of you, he leaned his head close to yours as you rested on his shoulder, “Do you remember that other thing I texted you about?”
He asked, though he already knew you were fast asleep.
He smiled and kept talking, “It was a while ago but I made you promise me that we would do all of the things that I wanted to do with you… we haven’t done all of them yet. I don’t think we’ll ever be done with that list because it just keeps growing,”
He put his hand on yours, gentle enough so as not to wake you, “So, I’m not gonna let you go.”
His voice quivered as those tears that he held back fell from his eyes and hopelessly tumbled down his cheeks, “Even if you do leave, I’m gonna pack up my stuff and I’m gonna haul ass to wherever you are, whether it’s here, in the human world, or even the celestial realm.”
He let out a sigh through his gentle smile, “I know you’re not technically listening,” he wiped the tears with his sleeves, “but I don’t care, I’m getting practice in telling you all of this when you’re awake.”
He quietly chuckled and leaned further in to give you a soft kiss on your forehead as he brushed the hair from your face.
“I love you,” was the last thing he said before he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms, and he wished to have endless days to tell you that.
The Devildom New Years Ball. It was the event of the year, besides Lord Diavolo’s birthday ball, this was the most famous event they had to offer. It would be an extravagant sight to see; there would be hundreds of demons dressed to the nines, there would be elegant decor, there would be live classical musicians, everything was to make it the most amazing affair possible. You didn’t know whether you should be excited or terrified. You’ve never been to a ball, let alone a ball run and attended by demons! Needless to say, you were nervous. It did help slightly that this year’s theme was Masquerade. You wouldn’t have to worry about being instantly recognized as one of the only two humans there. It was to start at 7:00 p.m. that night and it was currently noon as you and the brothers sat down to have lunch. It was all pleasant until Lucifer leaned towards you,
“By the way, MC, I need to have a talk with you about your recent grades.”
That’s when the immediate fear set in. While you knew he wouldn’t do anything to harm you physically, whenever he had a ‘talk’ with you it always felt like a punch to the gut. After you all finished your meal, you crept your way into his office. He handed you a midterm test with a big red D (lmao i need to stop writing like this) in the corner. Oh no. You looked it over and handed it back to him, you didn’t want to see it for another second.
Lucifer spoke with an emotionless face,
“MC, you don’t apply yourself. You’re smart and you know you’re smart, but just being smart can’t take you all the way. Your grade in Ancient Texts class has dropped significantly and I can’t see any reason why it should have done so other than you lollygagging about with my brothers. I appreciate that you’re good friends with them, but manage your time. If you fail this class, think of how it would make me look? I’m in charge of helping you through your studies and if you failed it would not only make you look incompetent, but me as well.”
Sheepishly you replied, “that class is just really hard, okay? I studied for the midterm a lot but I got a D on it and I didn’t know it would drop my grade by so much.”
He looked up from your near failure of a midterm with cold eyes, “Then expect it next time. You can leave now.”
You damn near ran out of his office to go straight to your room, being yelled at by Lucifer always made you feel horrible and it didn’t help that you had such a fondness of him. Meanwhile Lucifer sat leaned back in his chair, he didn’t like being harsh on you, he didn’t like being harsh on anyone he loved, and with you, it was different than simply loving you as a sibling. He decided to apologize for his harsh words and went to make the two of you some tea as a peace offering but was stopped when he heard your voice.
“UUUGH, BEEL MOVE!”
While lost in your thoughts as you rushed to your room, you slammed into Beel in the kitchen. He looked up at you with his puppy dog face. Shit, you just yelled at him, at this sweet giant who cared so much for you and would even let you have food off of his plate if you asked nicely! ‘MC what’s wrong with you today’, you thought.
“O-okay, I’ll move. Sorry MC.”
“Wait, Beel I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell it’s just that Lucifer was giving me a “polite talk” about my grades.”
“Oh,” His expression changed to one of pity, “in that case, I’m still sorry, but for you now.”
“Yeah, thanks, I just- I- ugh, you know, he said we’d have a talk about it but it was really him just talking to me and being as cold as the arctic… God, what a hard-ass.” Your feelings were flowing right out of your mouth as Beel stood listening and munching on some bread. Midway through your rant, Asmo walked in,
“Hey, MC! It’s already almost 2:00 so let’s get ready alreadyyyyy.”
You walked off with Asmo, feeling much better from talking to Beel – well, ranting to Beel. Pretty much all he did was eat bread and nod. You and Asmo got ready and to calm yourself fully, you took a hot bath with rose petals. After got out, Asmo helped pick out a dress to wear, it was a beautiful deep emerald colored silk gown with a mock turtleneck and a large diamond shaped cut-out on the back. It hugged your body perfectly and made you feel much better seeing yourself like this. Hmph, I’ll make Lucifer regret being mean to me when I show up looking like a damn movie-star, you thought as you finished off your look with bright red lipstick. Then, what Beel had said while you were letting off steam came to your mind.
~ “I almost did the same thing, but when I asked for help, he didn’t have a second thought and guided me through it, you know. And, MC, I know you’re mad and all and he’s a harsh person and… all, but I know that he cares a lot. He cares about all of us.” ~
You sighed, ‘I know he does.’
After you finished getting dressed, you helped Mammon and Levi put their ties on and told Levi that no, he could not wear a Goku mask to the ball, helped Satan choose which tuxedo coat he should wear, and practically forced Belphie and Beel into theirs. Lucifer had already left for Diavlo’s castle to help finish preparing. You grabbed your black mask, embellished with emeralds surrounding the eyes in a playful pattern, some lace, and a couple black feathers above the left eye and headed for the ball.
Once you got there, your nightmare scenario played out. You were swarmed with demons because, it turns out, they did notice you were a human.
“Why are you lookin’ so uncomfortable?” asked Mammon.
“Because I couldn’t be Goku…”
“Shuddup Levi! I was talkin’ to MC.”
You replied, “I thought that since it was a masquerade the demons wouldn’t be able to tell that I was human and I wouldn’t have to deal with the endless questions about the human world and the endless flirting from the succubi and incubi.”
“MC, they can SMELL you.”
Your face scrunched, “Mammon, ew! You didn’t have to say it like that!”
“Yeah,” said Levi, “you’re making us sound like some creepy ass shinigami lolololol.”
You three laughed loudly enough to catch Lucifer’s attention from across the ballroom. He hadn’t gotten the chance to go over and speak to you since he was making bland conversation with another high ranked demon, but when he saw how you looked, oh gosh… He didn’t have the strength to take his eyes off of you. The way you laughed so brilliantly, the light sparkling on you through the crystals of the chandelier, that cut-out on the back of your dress which exposed nearly your entire back. All he saw in this crowded room was you. The romantic music playing only heightened his desire to stride right over to you and sweep you off your feet, and that’s just what he set out to do,
“Excuse me,” he said to the demon he was speaking with and walked off in your direction. Just as he did that, the music began to speed up to a more jovial tune and those on the dance floor moved with it. He spent a good five minutes navigating through the sea of waltzing demonfolk and when he reached the other side, you were nowhere to be seen.
You stood in the garden looking at the Devildom night sky. You looked at the stars, they seemed to shine brighter down here. Thoughts ran around in your head, thoughts of home, thoughts of here, each of the brothers appeared in your mind. You loved them. When the word family came up, you thought about them, except for one, Lucifer. ‘Lucifer,’ you thought, ‘I wish I could know what you’re really like.’ The faint smell of lilac swirled from the blossoming flowers laid out by the gazebo to envelop you in its sweet scent. Your hair, done up in an elegant low bun with perfectly curled pieces dropping on the side of your face, was brushed by the wind. Walking out to the garden to get some air and clear his mind of you, Lucifer exited the ballroom and saw you standing there. Unknowingly his whole expression softened. He came up to you,
“Good evening, MC. I see that I’m not the only one in need of the solace this quiet garden provides.” You were torn from your thoughts,
“Hey Lucifer,” you said, mustering up a faint and fading smile.
His eyes trailed to your lips, “Mind if I join you?”
“I don’t mind.”
With the lack of conversation, the melody of leaves swaying in the wind filled your ears. Lucifer stood beside you, resting his elbows on the white marble balusters. He had to think of a way to break the icy barrier of his words earlier that day.
He cleared his throat,
“You know, Diavlo is a very professional demon, he’s smart and well organised, so nothing could have prepared me for hearing him shout “I love balls” when we were planning this event.
You burst into laughter, “wow, I didn’t peg you as the type to tell such raunchy jokes.”
With an impish smile he said, “I may be a “hard-ass” and “as cold as the arctic”, but I hold a jocose side occasionally,” He kept his eyes lightly focused on the lilac surrounding you two.
“Oh, you heard that then… I’m sorry Lucifer, I was angry and I shouldn’t have said those things, I mean, you just want me to try harder and-”
“No need to be sorry I’m well aware that they hold a certain amount of truth.” His smile faded. He looked up at you then back to the flowers, “though I would like it if, every once in a while, that I could be seen as my other qualities.”
You had no idea how to reply. You wanted to tell him that you did, but did you? Only a couple of hours ago you were insulting him. His red eyes, burning with emotion, shot up to yours, seeming to whisper to you, ‘please, don’t let the way I feel be a mistake.’
“Hm, sometimes I say too much, don’t I?”
You chuckled, “that we can agree on.”
Now he was laughing, you wished you could never stop seeing that.
“I want to say something else, or rather, ask something else. Do you suppose i should?”
You mirrored his impish smile from earlier, “Sure, why not?”
He stepped back, the Avatar of Pride bowed before you, hand held out, solemnly looking into your eyes and asking,
“May I have this dance?”
You felt the blush rise to your cheeks like a rose blooming in the spring.
“I can’t very well say no to that offer can I?”
He laughed, “of course not.”
You gladly grabbed his hand and he pulled you in. To the faint piano melody coming from the castle you began to dance inside the white marble gazebo. You moved together, swayed together, breathed together. It was romantic, it was extravagant, it was beautiful. The gentle breeze brushing against your cheeks, flowing its way to sway in his dark black hair. You could hardly believe this was happening, but you never wanted this dream-like dance to end. As far as either of you knew, the dance lasted for hours under the night sky with the moon and stars that seemingly cheered you on. You were together until everyone had gone home from the ball, but neither of you could care less. This moment was to be immortalized in your memories forever.
So I normally stay away from drama in this fandom because I always thought it was a matter of people disagreeing about something and everything just blowing out of proportion. However yesterday I was made aware of this particular issue inside the fandom that went far beyond a matter of opinion, to say the least, and thought that this time this had to be shared so people can be warned about this.
Thankfully for me @stayxfierce one of the victims of the people involved and also the one who made the original call-out post on Twitter reached to me to explain the whole situation to me a bit better and give me some useful links to understand everything. And I still thank you earnestly for taking the time to do so !
But since I only was made aware of this entire situation just yesterday I still fear that I don’t have a full grasp onto the matter and that I may speak out of turn. Which is why I’m reblogging this post for everyone to check out since it was made by people who have a way better understanding of the whole situation that I do. Please check these links to understand the situation as well as their Tumblr/Twitter account to see the list they made about people to block and unfollow with the reasons as to why they should do so.
I also recommend you check these posts (One/Two) from @storiesofsass as they are brief summaries of the entire issue (one) and Auroraarchangel’s art theft allegations towards the devs (two)
Fair warning no matter the side you take on this I won’t answer any asks about this matter not only because I suffer from anxiety which already doesn’t help but also because like I said I still don’t have a full grasp on the situation, I’m working on it, and I don’t want to take the risk to speak out of turn. Please I ask of you to respect that there are far more informed blog out there.
I would like to add that these people are still quite active in the fandom and are trying to pretend like nothing happened.
If anyone has any questions, you can ask myself or @mlqc-love. Both of us are the admins of the Host Club Tumblr and Twitter and we have been spending a lot of time collecting information and finding out who are the blogs and Twitters in this.
I would also ask for people not to bother Tsuki.
She has been through a lot, including Aurora’s attempt at mass reporting her Twitter (and attempting to do so herself) and I don’t wish to see her bombarded with questions.
Again, please don’t bother her. Let her reach out on her own.
I’m actually kinda happy that a blog with this much following has spoken up about this issue, things like this can be harmful to the POC of this fandom and we just can’t sit down and let them get away with it.
The fandom was loud when it came to Mammon, please be loud for this.
I try my best to stay out of any drama, but this is something that should be seen because it less “drama” and more “someone is being racist” I think we should all take the time to look at this.
Hii maddie, firstly i love reading your writing, i want to take a request but i don't know where to find your prompts, May i know where is it? Thank you 💕😆
Hi there! First of all thank you so much!! I’m glad you enjoy reading my fics!!!
My prompt list is here https://maddiethebull.tumblr.com/post/190886796031/prompt-requests-open
but I have a couple to write still, so it might take a little bit for me to get to it, but feel free to leave a request and I’ll have it answered!
Again, thank you! and I hope you have a great day!! ❤️
You were at a business dinner, Victor was helping talk to possible investors in your show
You forgot your jacket in the car, but the restaurant was freezing, you were nearly shivering as Victor looked at you and cursed you for not letting him hold this meeting in Souvenir.
He could see goosebumps on your skin, you’d only worn a simple outfit
Since it was warm out you dressed for the temperature forgetting that the temperature would change when you got inside the restaurant.
You had your arms crossed as you spoke to the investors, and Victor asked if you were cold
“I’m fine, and this isn’t the time, Victor.”
“Victor? You let your subordinate refer to you as your first name?” questioned the investor.
“Mr. Li, I meant, forgive my unprofessionalism,” you replied
Victor already didn’t like this investor guy.
With a sarcastic smile, Victor spoke, “We’re done here, I can always find a better investor, one who won’t question the professionalism of my “subordinate”.”
Everyone was shook but nonetheless Victor put some money on the table to cover his and your meals and swiftly got up, and helped you get your things and leave.
He put his jacket on your shoulder the second you stood up,
“If you’re cold, dummy, then just say you’re cold. It’s not unprofessional to be affected by the temperature.”
“Thanks, but you really didn’t have to do all that,” you said.
He grunted, and turned to look at you.
Oh my goodness soft Victor is here, looking at you absolutely drowning in his suit jacket.
The unpleasant look turned into a chuckle,
“You’re so tiny in my jacket.”
“Hey!” you started blushing because how would you not when he looks at you like that.
You decided to just go with it, grumpy Victor could stay out of this,
“Can I have your tie too?”
Victor’s eyes nearly rolled out of his head
But he wanted to give you his tie so much you would be so cute impersonating him.
The rest of the guys are under the cut!
Lucien
You were at one of his lectures, falling asleep because you can only listen to him talking in that calming voice for so long.
The lecture ended and everyone else left, but not you
No, you were still asleep but when Lucien walked over he didn't have the heart to wake you up, you looked so peaceful when you slept.
Instead of waking you up, he took his lab coat off and draped it over your shoulders.
The coat was far too big for you, it looked like an actual blanket
Lucien sat down next to you and rested his head next to yours until you woke up
(yes I know this is basically what happened in the story my brain is not working rn)
But when you woke up and saw him there, he smirked,
“You look so little in my lab coat,” he said
You realized you were wearing it and blushed, trying to take it off to give it back to him, he stopped you by putting his hand on yours,
“Keep it for now, you can return it when we get home and if you’re really that tired then you can just give me my coat while we relax at my apartment.”
Cheeky lil bastard was grinning but, let's be honest, you accepted.
Gavin
You were about to go get food, Gavin said he could drive so you guys didn’t have to pay for a taxi, so he brought Sparky.
But you were only wearing a tank top and some jeans, which incase you fall off wouldn’t protect your arms from being injured.
When he pulled up, Protector Gavin popped out immediately,
He took his jean jacket off and revealed his super toned arms,
You were like jelly already
He handed you his jacket, “Here, you should have this.”
“What about you?” you said as you refused the jacket
“I’m fine, so take the jacket,” he said with a smile as he pushed the jacket closer to you
“But I don’t want you to get all scuffed up if something happens,” you said trying to give him that puppy dog look so he’d just be safe and wear his jacket.
“We’re not going until you put it on, and I’ll force you if I have to,” he said as he stood up with a playful look in his eyes
He tried wrapping his jacket around you but you dodged, it was too fun to tease him like that.
He ended up eventually wrapping you in a bear hug as you both laughed and he put his jacket around your shoulders
(could you have just gone and grabbed a jacket of your own? Probably, but when Gavin and you were together you shared 1 (one) braincell and it wasn’t working too hard)
He looked at you with his jacket on and this guy was BLUSHING, you looked so cute in his jacket
So, precious
So tiny
“What?” you chuckled out
“Nothing, it’s just, you know, you just look so cute and you’re so tiny looking.”
You were both blushing messes as you FINALLY went to go and get some food.
Bonus: Imagine feeling his Rippling Muscles as you clung to him from behind 🥵
Kiro
You were watching as he shot his music video
It was cold on set because the lights for filming were super bright and super hot,
Kiro was even breaking a sweat with the air conditioning set to 60 degrees fahrenheit because the lights were so hot.
You watched him as he sang and pointed at the camera and had some confetti dropped on him and various other shots of the music video were taken.
He’d occasionally wink at you but Savin yelled at him because he was supposed to be looking at the camera, but Kiro just wanted to look at you
Halfway through he took his jacket off, what’s with him and all the layers???
He saw you from behind the camera and saw that you were very clearly cold, with a wave and a wink, he threw his jacket to you
You smiled back and mouthed “Thank you,” to him
He gave you a thumbs up as a little blush arose to his cheeks and ears,
Why were you so freaking cute in his jacket
You looked so happy when you wore his clothes and it just lit him up like a firework
He was all smiley for the rest of the day
After the shooting ended, he walked up to you
“You look adorable, Miss Chips, so tiny in my clothes.”
You laughed and he got closer
“I can give you more of my clothes if you want” he said in a sly whisper next to your ear
Goddamn
Kiro
Please
Let MC relax
You playfully pushed him away,
“Yeah and let’s see if you fit into any of my clothes too.”
Laughs all around, but you weren’t gonna forget about his offer.
Hi all! I just wanted to have a little chat, my blog currently has one NSFW post and I wrote it in response to a request (nothing wrong with the person requesting it btw that’s fine we’re all people and we get horny lol) and I have gotten a couple more requests for NSFW work. I apologize in advance to who requested those prompts, I will write them but it won’t be NSFW. I don’t think that writing NSFW content is something that I want to do. Now, I read NSFW stuff and am of legal age, but I’ve found that it’s very difficult for me to write it. It’s a touchy subject and I’ll refrain from gabbing out my whole life story but in short, I am uncomfortable when I write it, it brings back some memories I’d rather not remember.
Aa well as that, I cannot prevent people who aren’t of age reading my posts. I simply can’t because tumblr doesn’t have an option to hide NSFW works from minors (they should but what can ya do) and I’m very uncomfortable knowing that fact that a child could read just plain old smut even if there’s romance peppered into it. I’m not shaming people who do read smut, like I said, I do too, but I am uncomfortable knowing that I literally cannot do anything to keep minors from reading whatever may be on my blog.
I have not yet decided if I will delete the current one on my blog, I will have an update on that soon, so if you’re of age and want to keep it to read, then copy and paste it into a google doc, screenshot it, do what you may. Again, I’m sorry about this. If you have any feedback about this, any of my other works, or anything on my blog, I’m all ears.
I hope you all have a good day, stay safe, stay encouraged, stay healthy, and stay happy! Also, look out for some MLQC boys headcannons coming to you around 7:30pm eastern daylight tonight!
Officer Zachary Christensen resigned after this video came forward. He says that he used force due to her assulting a staff member. That assult was this girl pushing away the school official who was taking her bag.
This is purely disgusting. There shouldn’t be a scenario where I see a little girl being thrown around like that. There shouldn’t be a scenario where a cop feels that they have a right to do this. There shouldn’t be a scenario where a school administrator can just stand by and watch as this goes down. There should NOT be a scenario where THIS fucking happens. THERE SHOULD NOT, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, BE A SCENARIO WHERE A FUCKING CHILD IS PUSHED TO THE GROUND WITH THEIR HANDS BEHIND THEIR BACK BECAUSE THEY TOOK EXTRA MILK FROM A SCHOOL CAFETERIA.
America, we need to wake up and we NEED to let it be shown that this, that our policing system, is so incredibly fucked up. We need to realize just how violent police officers can be, frankly the situation with cops in America remind me of the Stanford prison experiment. As long as there are people treating cops as if they’re infallible, as if they truly hold more importance than other human beings, as if they deserve the insanely excessive amount of funding they receive for riot gear, for tear gas, for armored vehicles, as long as we turn a blind eye to events like this, events like the murder of George Flloyd, events like the MURDER of innocent people, as long as people say that there are “only a few bad apples” and don’t recognize the alarming amount of problems that are ingrained into the system of policing, AS LONG AS THERE ARE PEOPLE EXCUSING THIS BEHAVIOR, IT CANNOT BE AVOIDED AND WILL NOT BE AVOIDED.
Spread this, let it be known that we KNOW this is wrong and we WILL NOT excuse this and we WILL NOT back down in the face of this institution. And, though her face is blurred, it’s obvious that this little girl is most likely a black American, if not, she is a person of color and both the cop and the school administrator are white. When people say BlackLivesMatter, we fucking mean it. And when you don’t listen, you allow this type of terrorization towards any and all black people in America.
This is not what I normally post, forgive me for that, but I cannot stand by and not say anything after seeing so many people, mostly black people, get fucking stomped on by the boot of American “justice” and watching as so many people decide to ignore it, and see people calling blacklivesmatter a “leftist movement” when it should be a nonpartisan agreement that, yes, black lives fucking matter, but because it isn’t, this happens. And we should never be silent. Please, let’s heal ourselves, America, we can fix this, we just need to start.
It was my birthday when I started writing this, so I thought it’d be fun to have it be the MC’s bday too! I included my great-grandfather Batuyong’s recipe for what Victor is cooking throughout the fic because I really like cooking and it’s what me and my mom made for my birthday dinner since we couldn’t go out this year, it was so fun making it that I thought I’d share it with anyone who’d like to try it :)
Thank you for making a request <3 Hope you enjoy it! Victor prompt #1 will be coming also.
Light from the rising sun shone through the slats in your window shades, waking you up once that golden light reached your peacefully closed eyes. You rubbed your eyes and stretched, releasing one of those weird noises that people make when they stretch in the morning. You sat up in your bed, excited to start the day because it was your birthday! You had plans with a certain stubborn CEO and as soon as you thought of him a smile crept up to your lips. Victor decided to treat you to a home cooked meal that night, and after a lot of begging, he even agreed to let you help him this time. You were so excited to see that hot CEO/chef at work and be able to help him prepare dinner for the two of you to share. You had a wide grin slapped on your face, it was practically cemented into your facial features for the entire morning. You assumed it would take place at Souvenir just like your last birthday, but that morning you got a text from Victor that read,
“You’ll be coming to my house around 3, don’t forget an apron.”
Hmm?? You texted back,
“Your house?”
Within the minute Victor replied,
“I don’t need you damaging the kitchen at Souvenir. Happy Bday, dummy.”
You rolled your eyes, of course he’d say something like that.
After sending a thank you message you got ready for the day. It went by quick, you had breakfast and worked for an hour or two at your desk. You then had lunch with Anna, Minor, and Kiki, receiving some odd presents like the choker that matched Minor’s… a “best friend’s necklace” he told you. You had laughs and talked about your plans for later in the evening, Anna definitely hinting that you should make a move. Overall, a wonderful start and middle to the day which added to your excitement to see how the end of the day would go.
When you got home, you rummaged through your closet,
“Should I wear something fancy? But it's his house not a restaurant… Casual?” You said to yourself as you held some leggings up, “Hmm. That’s too casual. What do you even wear in a situation like this?” After pondering the etiquette of dinner parties and the casualty of one on one dinners at home, you decided on a good middle ground. You checked your phone and it was already 2:45.
“Oh shit!” You hurriedly shoved the things you needed into a bag and perhaps took longer than you should’ve deciding what shoes to wear. You rushed out the door then right back in. You’d forgotten an apron! You grabbed the first apron you saw hanging and ran out the door yet again and flagged down a cab with more intensity than needed. Luckily, you made it just in time, only five minutes late. But to Victor, five minutes late meant a headache for you. Images of an angry little chibi Victor flashed in your mind as you walked up the pathway to his house, bringing a smile to your face. ‘That’s exactly what he’s gonna look like when he answers,’ you thought. You rang the doorbell to his intimidatingly fancy house and waited. And waited a little more? After two minutes passed you got sort of worried, Victor is Mr. Punctual afterall, even texting he answers back within the minute. After another minute passed by, you decided to ring the doorbell again but as soon as your finger pressed the button, the door swung open to reveal Victor, the black long sleeve button up he always wore had two buttons undone at the top and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was a bit messy and the plain apron he wore had some stains on it as well as a bit of torn wrapping paper stuck to the string.
“Sorry I’m a little late, I-”
“You get a pass today. But don’t think that’ll ever happen again.”
“Sassy as ever, Mr. Victor,” you said grinning at him.
“A dummy as always,” he retorted at you, mirroring your grin “happy birthday,” he added on at the end. He showed you in and as you were putting your things on the couch he went to his room to retrieve a little something he wanted you to have. In his room, he finished wrapping a present that sat in a small box, hoping that you’d like it. He remembered that last year’s present didn’t go down as well as he thought it would, I mean, who wouldn’t like a fancy necklace? ‘You, I guess,’ he thought. In his defense, Victor grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, and living in the business world for so long, he ended up equating the meaningfulness of presents to their dollar value. He never thought once that you’d have a problem with it, but now he knew better, you showed him better and he was thankful for it, though he was sure he’d die before saying such a cheesy line out loud. He quickly placed a bow on top and smiled at the gift he held before bringing it out to you.
He presented you with the box and it was wrapped horrendously! You could see one corner of a box poking out, the paper was crumpled to hell and the bow was a stick on bow that was stuck slightly to the left. ‘Well, he can’t be good at everything, now can he?’
“Here, I got this for you.”
“Aw, thank you, Victor. I told you that you didn’t have to get me anything, though,” you said as you took the present from his outstretched hands.
“I wanted to. So now it's yours and you can’t give it back like you tried to last year.”
“Well yeah that's because you got me a necklace that cost like a million dollars!”
“It was NOT a million dollars… it was only a thousand.”
“Victor!”
“Just open your gift,” he said as a laugh rolled off his tongue, you were far too cute when you acted like this. He watched eagerly, only a hint of it showing on his face, as usual, but eagerly nonetheless. You tore the paper from the box and as soon as you read the brand on the small box, you gasped.
“I figured you’d like something tacky such as that,” the harshness of the comment diminished by the happy tone in his voice and the smug grin brightening his dark features.
It was a small cup with a picture of the both of you printed on it. It had dog ears drawn on you and cat ears and whiskers on Victor. Was it kind of lame? Yes, but you couldn’t care less. And did he ban you from taking it out of your house after you took it to his office the next day as he got blushed in the face? Most definitely.
With the goofiest grin, you thanked him again.
“It’s nothing,” he said back, but you both knew that it wasn’t. Though, you couldn’t care less if Victor said it out loud because the tender tone in his voice told you it all.
“You know, you’re rather handsome in this picture,” you told him while pointing to the cup, you added, “you should try cat ears more often,” as you let out a laugh.
With a chuckle, “I’ll get Goldman on that,” he replied as turned away and felt a blush rise to his cheeks and ears,
“We should get to the cooking now, I already began prior to your arrival.”
As the two of you walked to the kitchen you asked what was on the menu for tonight,
“Filet mignon,” he told you as you instantly smelled the most delicious aroma, your tongue tingled just thinking about how good it would taste.
You let out an involuntary “Mmmmm,” as you looked at the food around you with excitement in your eyes and a smug grin on the CEO’s lips.
“Let’s get started, shall we? Where’s your apron?” he asked.
“Oh, I forgot to grab it from the living room, I’ll go do that and you can start cooking again.”
“Hurry up, you’re the one who wanted to cook so badly.”
You went to grab your apron and when you picked it up, you realized you’d grabbed one that had ‘kiss the cook’ written on it in bold red letters. You mentally prepared yourself for some kind of sarcastic comment from Victor as you put it on and went towards the kitchen.
You donned your “kiss the cook” apron and as soon as Victor saw it he began laughing, his baritone voice echoing through the kitchen.
“How very forward of you,” he said, not being able to stifle his laugh, and a sly look in his dark black eyes.
“It’s the only one I had!”
With a chuckle he looked away and to the food,
“Okay, if you say so.”
You playfully hit him on the shoulder and he began to talk about what to do.
You watched as he prepared the food and helped him do various things along the way, mostly, though, you washed and chopped vegetables and fixed your gaze on the man beside you. Oh lord, was he attractive when he was focused. He was all tall and dark haired with those steely eyes and-
“Focus, don’t hurt yourself.”
Immediately pulled out of your daydreams by Mr. Punctual himself. You sighed and kept up chopping and helping him season and thensome.
When Victor put the filet in the oven to bake for a while, he decided to open some wine. The both of you sipped and sipped till your glasses were empty and the scent of the cooking steak filled your senses. After about half an hour he took the tenderloin out and moved it to a chopping board, slicing into those familiar filet mignon steaks. You couldn’t help but get closer, it looked so delicious that your mouth was clearly watering. You poked your head by his bicep and he paused.
“Do you want to try?”
His deep voice took you back to reality.
“Of course I do!” you said as you eagerly took the knife from him and lined yourself up with the cutting board. You sliced one, well, half of one before he had already stopped you,
“Here, like this,” he said as he approached you from behind, the cedarwood scent of his cologne enveloping you along with the warmth from his body. He stood much taller than you as he put your hands into his, showing you how to hold the knife in a way you wouldn’t knick yourself by letting it slip. His hands were warm and soft as his slender fingers removed your pointer finger from the top of the knife’s handle and moved it to the side, leaving his hand on top of yours in that position. You could barely focus on the instructions he was giving you, not with the butterflies in your stomach making flight to crowd your mind. You couldn’t tell if it was the heat from the oven that had filled the room or heat from a blush that warmed your cheeks in that moment. He began cutting the meat, pressing his hand firmly into yours as he leaned his head beside your own so he could properly see what he was doing. You couldn’t help but take a peek at this incredibly handsome man whose face was now only inches from your own with his body pressed behind you. His black hair stuck to the light sweat forming on his temples and a small grin took place on his lips, he looked to you and in a light tone he asked,
“Do you plan on looking at me the whole time?”
Flustered, you immediately took your eyes off him and continued slicing. With his opal eyes fixed on you there was only one thought on his mind, he was, in fact, rather very close to his rather, very attractive dummy. With his chest pressed against your back, you could feel his heartbeat speed up just before he backed away, saying,
“Looks like you’ve got it now. I’ll get the pan ready next.”
He walked toward the cabinets and took out a frying pan. After he panfried it and took the sides from their pots, he plated it to look all perfect and beautiful like you were in a Michelin star restaurant, finally, it was ready to eat!
He poured some wine all handsomely and gentlemanly and finally sat down and you two began eating, you were excited and took a bite.
“How is it?” he asked as his dark eyes focused on you.
You know how some people say that the right food tastes like home? That’s exactly what you tasted, it was only a bite of steak but it flooded your mind with memories of Victor, the times he’d cooked for you at Souvenir, the times that you saw him take lingering glances your way, the times that he made your heart flutter like a teenage girl’s; they all flashed in your mind, the times that had established such a feeling of home but not in a house, instead those feelings manifesting in the man who sat in front of you. Maybe it was the candlelight reflecting like a setting sun onto the table or perhaps you’d drunk more wine before dinner than you should’ve, but something filled your emotions to a tipping point and tears formed in the corners of your eyes.
His face contorted to pure shock,
“IS IT THAT BAD????”
Laughter fell off your lips to resonate off the walls in the dining room,
“No, it's positively the best food I’ve ever had.”
Recipe: Filet Mignon! (you can also just use the marinade for a cheaper cut of meat and make a different steak)
Ingredients Needed
What Kind of Meat: A tenderloin is the cut for filet mignon, its expensive no matter what but buying it at a general ask the butcher if they can put the butcher’s twine on the meat for you (Butcher’s twine is so that the long cut of meat can cook evenly if cooked in the oven.) and if they can trim the fat for you if you don’t know how or you just don’t want to lol.
Marinade:
1 & ½ cups of olive oil
1 cup of soy sauce (I recommend the kikkoman brand.)
1 cup of Worcester sauce
1 head of thinly sliced garlic garlic
1 tablespoon of ground black pepper
1 tablespoon of oregano
1 tablespoon of basil (Full leaves are okay but it’s much easier to measure when it's crushed.)
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
Let’s Cook! (if you’re inexperienced or younger, then please have an adult who is fit to help’s supervision, we don’t want anyone getting hurt afterall!)
*NOTE: Leave the butcher’s twine on until the tenderloin is fully cooked to your taste and out of the oven and has cooled down (please don’t burn yourselves!!)*
Mix the liquid Marinade ingredients into a bowl or pan large enough to fit the cut of tenderloin.
Season the tenderloin with the non liquid ingredients (i.e. the basil and stuff, you can adjust the seasonings to your taste as well as the size of the cut of meat.)
Place the meat into the marinade and put in the fridge to let it marinate for at least 3-4 hours.
After marinating, preheat the oven to 400 degrees fahrenheit.
Place the meat into a metal baking pan large enough to fit it without the edges of the meat touching the sides of the pan. Remember, that butcher’s twine should still be on the meat.
Place it in the oven (while wearing oven mitts) and cook until it fits your tastes. (The oven’s rack should be on the middle or one lower than the middle rung.)
For a small cut that’s about 2-3 pounds: 35 to 40 minutes in the oven should get it to medium rare, and 45 to 50 minutes to get it to medium.
For a larger cut that’s about 4-5 pounds: 50 to 60 minutes in the oven should get it to medium rare, and 60 to 70 minutes to get it to medium.
When your tenderloin is done cooking, turn the oven off and carefully take it out of the oven (Again, with oven mitts please don't get burned.) and place the pan on a heat safe surface (I always just put it on top of the oven.) and CAREFULLY put foil to cover the pan while the tenderloin cools down. Use your oven mitt to do this to ensure you don’t get burned. This step is to ensure a juicy steak, it traps the steam in the pan and thus doesn't let the meat dry out.
Finally, when the meat has sufficiently cooled down, you can remove it from the pan and place onto a chopping board.
Cut (with an adult who is fit to help, if you’re younger) the tenderloin with a large kitchen knife, into however many pieces you want, though cutting it into too thick pieces would make more of a building shape on your plate lol, we want to avoid that.
At the end it should be circular cuts of steak.
The Last Step:
To finish cooking the tops and bottoms of those circular cuts, get a cooking pan and turn on one of the stovetop burners to low.
Pour canola oil in the pan immediately (about enough to cover the bottom of the pan) and turn the heat to medium. When small bubbles form in the oil, then you’re ready to put the meat in.
*NOTE: if the stove is too hot, the oil will start to burn, make sure that the oil is not excessively steaming because if it is, you’re burning it.*
Place each slice of the meat into your pan with tongs and sear it for around a minute or until it has browned to about the same color as the sides, then CAREFULLY flip the piece with your tongs and repeat on the other side until done. When each piece you cook is done, make sure to take it out of the pan and place it on a heat safe plate.
If you have many pieces, you might have to add more oil in the pan. When you add more oil, make sure that A) there isn’t any meat in the pan and B) that you’ve turned the heat down in order to assure you don’t get splattered with hot oil. Pour the oil in when the pan is cooled down a little and then turn the heat back up and wait for the bubbles in the oil. Once the oil looks ready again, you can continue cooking.
After you’re finished searing the pieces of meat, turn the stove top off and plate the steak with tongs and add whatever side dishes you like.
And voila! You have your fanfic filet mignon! You can thank my Great-Grandpa Batuyong and Grandma Batuyong as well as my Momma for the recipe. :)
Please try put the read more option on longer fics. Your stuff was hella cute to read, but its definitely a pet peeve of mine that people dont use the read more. Sorry if this comes across as rude. It wasnt my intention
Hi! No problem, I just.. well the thing is is that I dont actually know how to do it 😅, I thought it was done automatically with really long posts but as I now know I was wrong lmao, I’ll try and edit my posts.
Thanks for the feedback and thank you for the compliments about my work!! :)
You won't believe this! I have a friend okay and he's named Gavin and he's got the hair color and style of Gavin from MLQC (so I was a little hesitant to play the game once I saw that character) but RECENTLY he just got a motorcycle?????? He doesn't know about the character but he's like slowly morphing into MLQC Gavin? I don't think I'll be able to refrain from telling him about it in two years when he's the character's age too
If he’s got Gavin’s bod too, I only have one question for you, my friend:
OP here, I actually DID date the IRL Gavin 😅 It was back when we were both in high school (He did however recently offer me a ride on his motorcycle 👀) Really, though, we’re friends and have been friends for a while.
Most of us know the feeling, the gut wrenching, heart dropping feeling of getting your heart broken. If it happens enough, it seems to just deter you from falling in love. You may date, but you keep your distance, you make sure not to let yourself get too close because the thought of feeling that way again is just too terrifying. You had dealt with this feeling for a long time, never seeking to change it because after a while you just began avoiding dating and romance altogether. That was, until it was thrown right in your face without hopes of you escaping, love and affection and- and, well, Mammon.
It began normally, at first, you guys were simple acquaintances and he’d occasionally try to rope you into his money making schemes, but before you knew it, you were looking forward to hearing his ridiculous plans about making money, and that turned into wanting to see him smile, turning into making him smile whenever you could, turning into lingering looks at his lips or in his eyes. It went fast; but just like a tree getting bigger, you barely noticed it happening, and at the same time, it was completely inevitable. You had fallen in love. Maybe it was the way he smiled so gently as he said your name that night you two talked in the garden, maybe it was just the look in his eyes whenever he laughed; you weren’t sure why or how, but you were pulled into a deep ravine that you couldn’t get out of now. It terrified you. It was the best and worst feeling you’d ever experienced.
Although, unbeknownst to you, you weren’t the sole victim of cupid’s arrows, Mammon had fallen head over heels faster than he could comprehend. Now the two of you were in a game of cat and mouse, him chasing, looking for an opportunity to talk to you and you running like the wind to huddle yourself back up in a place where he couldn’t get to you. It was childish and stupid, but feelings have a way of making people do such things.
Where did this end up? Well, so far, nothing has changed in the story. Mammon was currently on his way to a modeling gig while wracking his brain for answers. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ ‘Am I not good enough?’ ‘I miss their smile…’ The Devildom didn’t have much of a sun, but still, he felt a strange burning feeling as if there was bright light shining right into his eyes. He checked his D.D.D. for the billionth time that day, only a couple texts from the brothers; Beel asked for some food, Satan asked for some spellbook, and Lucifer scolded him for not locking the door on his way out. ‘Hmph, can that guy ever say anything good about me?’ Mammon stopped in his tracks, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He put his D.D.D. back into his pocket and leaned on a brick wall to take a breath. There wasn’t a single message from you. Looking up at the dim sky, he put his hands to his face, ran them through his stark white hair and let his arms drop beside him. He let his legs fold and sat with his back against the wall, ‘just for a minute’ he thought ‘I’ll just stay here for a minute.’ He could feel the tears forming in his eyes, but he did nothing to stop them, it was pointless because he didn’t care if he cried about it, he didn’t care if anyone saw him crying about it. You barely spoke to him, you only saw each other at meals, you stopped hanging around with him after R.A.D., you just up and vanished. It broke his heart and it all felt so unfixable. He sighed a heavy sigh, stood up, and went back on his way to the studio.
You were in your room, staring at your own D.D.D., foolishly hoping for a text from Mammon. You didn’t know how to handle these feelings, but after a while of keeping your distance from him, it felt worse to be away from him than to be scared of loving him. You didn’t know how to fix this. You tried smiling at him more, you tried saying good morning and goodnight again, but maybe you’d ruined what you two had. He only smiled back and repeated the good mornings and goodnights, nothing more. Perhaps he didn’t want to talk to you? ‘No, that’s not right’ you thought as you remembered his pining for your attention, the way he looked when you said you couldn’t hang out. Maybe you really had ruined it.
Your D.D.D. buzzed and you hurriedly picked it up checking if it was Mammon and... it wasn’t. It was only Lucifer reminding you about your study session together. Disgruntled and confused, you sighed and pried your frame from the bed before making your way to his study.
*FLASH*
The camera focused on the demon’s face. His golden eyes reflected the light in the studio.
“Perfect, bro!” said a faceless cameraman that Mammon had never met before.
He forced a smile, “Great.”
He continued to model for a product he would never use as he wore a pink suit that he found rather garish with his hair done up with sticky hair products that he found uncomfortable. Even with everything going on, the only thought on his mind was you. How you’d laugh with him about all of that and it would show up on a magazine you’d buy just to remember the jokes between the two of you. An almost inconceivable wince crossed his handsome features as *flash* more pictures were taken.
At break time he rushed to his phone and checked if there were any new messages. There weren’t. He bit his lip, contemplating what to do. He eventually opened the messages between you and him and began typing and deleting and typing and deleting. He couldn’t figure out what to say to you or if you’d even want him to say anything. He never managed to write a full sentence before he was called back onto the set. At the end of the shoot, he took the suit off and fixed his hair, he walked out of the vibrantly colored studio feeling like a paintbrush filling in everything with grey.
Mammon made his way to the busy streets and it seemed like every face he took the time to look at looked like yours, that demon’s eye color, the long eyelashes on the other, the hair color on the demon selling food, the smile on another selling flowers. He was insufferably in love and it was showing.
You knocked on the door, being let in by Lucifer.
With a frown and dejected tone you greeted him, “Hey.”
“Hello, MC, is something the matter?” he asked, immediately noticing that something was obviously wrong.
You groaned and flopped your books onto the table,
“Of course there is! You’re just not the one I wanted to notice.”
His red eyes rolled as he retorted, “Who was supposed to notice?”
You sat down and put your head in your hands, murmuring, “Mammon.”
At this point Lucifer’s eyes were going to roll out of his head, “Ugh, what did he do this time?”
You grunted and replied, “Nothing… I did the something this time.” You frowned and fretted, “What's wrong with me?”
He sat down next to you, speaking in sincerity, “MC, from my perspective, there is nothing wrong with you.”
Without a reply from you, he spoke again, “just tell him what the matter is.”
Picking your head up from the table, you gave Lucifer the look of a sad puppy and then flopped your head right back down. He then tapped the top of your head, alerting you that you came here to study and you were going to do it. Reluctantly, you followed along as he scaled through a book you simply couldn’t focus on, I mean, how could you?
*GASP*
“Oh my gosh! It’s you! Hey look it’s Mammon! From the magazines!!!”
He was turning a corner as he slowly made his way back home and was confronted by a group of squealing fans, to be quite honest it gave him a boost. He beamed a smile and replied to the group doting over him,
“That’s me, right before your eyes! THE great Mammon!”
Just as he said that, remembrance of you rushed its way through his thoughts, he knew you’d make fun of him for saying that. He knew that it would make you laugh… In fact, he had only seriously called himself that once, the first time, any time after that was just him giving in to a desire to see that great big smile form on your face and hear the laugh that escaped from it.
After some autographs and photos, the squealing fans had left and Mammon was faced with a choice, should he go home or not? A look at his phone with no message from you made up his mind; he didn’t want to go home if it meant he couldn’t hear that laugh, gosh, did he have enough of this feeling. He decidedly took out his D.D.D. and sent a text to you that he’d been waiting to send for a long time. He made his way through the tall buildings and the business people filling a bustling city and landed on a calm beach as the faint sun in the devildom tucked itself away. He could feel that distance, he knew the reality but somehow he chose not to believe it. He chose to look at you as if it were the day you’d met, as if he was always going to look at you and light up like a billion stars in the night sky. So, he walked and walked and walked; he walked until his legs gave out on that beach beside the city. He sat down, looking out to the lights beyond the lake, it was so quiet, he only had his thoughts to keep him company as chilly air brushed past him and him alone. He flopped down, letting the sand run through his hair, run through his hands. A faint golden light bounced off his features. It seemed to hold an air of sadness, much like a painting that could never be completed. In feeble attempts to clear his mind, you’d appear in his mind’s eye, when he closed his eyes he could see you, when he took deep breaths, he heard the sound of your voice.
“UGH!” You slammed the book closed, FINALLY you were done studying. Lucifer picked his own books up to put away right before he paused,
“MC, I-” his hand tensed around the book he held and he cleared his throat.
“Hm?”
“Nothing, I was just going to say that- that I’m sure Mammon would understand how you feel if you just talk to him. I’m not one for discussing emotional matters, you know that, but it does not mean I am emotionless; I know more than you might think about the subject, such as I know that this situation won’t be resolved unless someone says something.”
You looked thoughtfully at the books in your own hands,
“I’m just scared. Scared it won’t turn out like I want it to and scared that both of us might get hurt.”
Lucifer made his way to his desk, “If he hurts you then I’ll torture him.”
“Lucifer!”
He chuckled, “What? I was only kidding, sort of.” He sighed, “MC, if you don’t do anything then you’ll never know what would’ve happened. To put it lightly, I’ve had experiences where I’ve been a coward and I still hold regret for it. It is rather hard to tell someone how you feel, but it is my belief that a lot of the time, it’s worth the risk of getting hurt.”
Just then your D.D.D. buzzed, it was Mammon asking if you two could talk. You stood up from your chair, “Thank you for the advice, Lucifer,” you said as you decidedly made your way out of the room to go and find Mammon.
You left Lucifer sitting alone in his office chair, wishing that perhaps he could have been more confident in the moment, but nonetheless glad that you once again had that beautiful smile on your face.
Meanwhile at the lakeside,
“Hah. What am I doing here?” he asked himself as he splayed out on the sand, staring into a sky that had gone dark while he waited for a reply from you. How could you still be everywhere when you were gone? Why did he have to feel like this? He didn’t have any answers, maybe he didn’t want them; it would be too complicated, too painful. He let out a disgruntled sigh and stood up while brushing the sand from his clothes.
“Just five more minutes,” he whispered in desperate hope that you would show up. He stretched his gaze up to the sky once more, “five more minutes.”
“Mammon?”
He whipped his head around to find you walking his way. He was dead silent, staring with wide eyes as you approached, a worried expression on your face.
Once you got close enough, you asked,
“You said you needed to talk to me?”
It felt uncomfortable being here, having this tangible hesitation hanging in the brisk air. It felt uncomfortable to see that look on his face, seeing every emotion he felt in that moment; you so badly wanted to yell out, saying ‘I’m sorry!’ saying, ‘I wish I weren’t so scared!’ but those vulnerable words were left as thoughts as timid words took over.
“What was it you wanted to say?”
He bit his lip, formulating a response, “Honestly? Anything. I just wanted- I needed to talk to you and hear your voice.”
After a moment’s pause, you asked him,
“Mammon, are you okay?”
His face contorted into a cheap half smile as an empty laugh rolled off his lips with a response,
“No.”
“No?” you asked.
He didn’t accord any response and the two of you stood, stuck in your own thoughts and feelings.
You got closer,
“Mammon, I- I’m sorry… I don’t want you to not be okay.” You crossed your arms to fight the chill that the gentle wind held. Mammon looked at you,
“Are you cold?”
You sighed, “I’m fine… I-”
“Here,” he said, cutting you off as he removed his coat to give to you. You took it from him as he seemed to refuse looking into your eyes.
Closer, again, you spoke,
“Please, just tell why you said you’re not okay.”
With the moonlight giving his figure a soft glow, he looked down. His brow furrowed and he was running his hands through his hair. He stumbled through a couple half sentences without looking at you until out came a sigh mixed with a laugh as if to say ‘fuck it.’ He looked at you. Pure emotion made a home in his eyes as he stared into your own and spoke in a soft voice,
“I’m in love with you.”
It was in a matter of fact tone said with no hesitation, said with nothing else but a breeze that threatened to steal his quiet words away,
“And I- I just have to tell you that. At least once, I need you to hear it.”
There was a long pause, he wasn’t looking for an answer, he wasn’t sure he even wanted to hear one. You opened your mouth but you froze, you didn’t know how to reply, it made you so nervous that any words you tried to form just wouldn’t. The only noise was the gentle collision of calm waves against the rocks.
“Mammon, I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do.”
“Hold me,” with a delicate upturn of his lips, as if he was telling himself he knew this would happen all along, he said “call me names, kiss my cheeks, do whatever, do something, do anything.” Desperation wracked his words, as heavy teardrops fell from his eyes like boulders from a cliff, blurring the image of you while a skin deep smile failed to cover how hurt he was truly feeling.
“I don’t want to be ‘just friends’ anymore, I can’t.”
You couldn’t get any more words out of your mouth before your throat was seized by choking sobs. Hearing him say that, it flipped a switch inside you. You took his face in your hands and pushed your lips against his, the teardrops tasting salty as you said what you wanted to say, what you needed to say, without using any words. Screaming ‘I love you’ with every silent moment passing, with every tear that rolled down your face. You flew your white flag to the war inside yourself and chose to lose yourself into the kiss as he cupped his hands around your cheeks and pulled you closer and closer under the night sky.
And so, that’s how it ended up. A childish impulse driven away by a different, brighter, childish impulse and a nighttime breeze skipping across the sand.
Oof there's a long story behind this one, took some inspiration from real life and also a little bit of inspiration from an episode of the office. Bonus points for anyone who knows what episode lmao.
Hope you enjoyed reading! It's written a little differently than my other stories but i like the way it came out :)
A couple of people, including @omgapolarbear requested I do a second part to my Satan Prompt 9 - I'm having trouble posting a link but its the post beneath this one lol. And heres the part two ending!
You rushed to his room, you were excited and hopping like a bunny. You were really gonna tell him! You got there and knocked on his door, but no answer came. You knocked again as a sleeping Satan lied in bed with tear stains on his pillow. You were too pumped to just go back to your room, you waited for another couple minutes before you decided to sit down which turned into you sleeping in front of his door. You ended up staying outside his door for the entire night, not wanting to waste a second before you told him how you felt.
The next morning, Satan woke up and rubbed his slightly swollen eyes as the faint devildom sunlight gave a soft glow to his surroundings. He ran a hand through his blonde locks and lazily got up from bed. He was met with the flower petals still on his bedside table, sending a shock to his heart.
He let out an almost cynical chuckle and gathered all of the petals to take them to a trash can. He held them in one hand as he opened the door only to see you asleep on the floor. He was rather surprised and a little confused, why on earth would you do that? He knew that fragile human bodies didn’t like the stress of sleeping on a hardwood floor, still, he was enamored. Every time he saw you, it made him feel so- so bright.
He looked at his journal in your hands and his heart tensed. He let out a heavy sigh, if you were going to deny him, he'd have to accept it, but he knew full well that he couldn’t stop loving you. He balled his fists and bit his lip. He was terrified of an answer, but there was nothing he wanted more. His focus was grabbed by a small noise as you moved in your sleep, there was a small smile on your face that made him forget all about his journal. A grin graced his lips, you were so beautiful when you slept, so peaceful. It was a second nature he’d grown to accept when he quietly declared, “every day before today and everyday after,” while gently brushing the hair from your face. He put his hand to your cheek as you rustled and began to open your eyes. He abruptly took his hand away and awaited any words you were going to say to him. His heart beat a million miles per hour in the deafening silence. Quickly yet groggily, you smiled and stood up, looking into his nervous green eyes.
Satan broke the silence with a stumbling sentence,
“I- I um. I- well, you know. I-”
His words were cut off by your own, blurting out as your heartbeat thumped in your ears,
“I love you too!”
His visage was taken over by happiness, he smiled a smile brighter than sunshine and let out little chuckles here and there. He was this close to pinching himself so he’d know he wasn’t dreaming.
With a smile mirroring his own, you approached him and put a hand on his cheek, saying,
“And I will every day before today and everyday after.”
Tears came to his eyes, but this time they were filled with pure joy. You put your other hand on his cheek and pushed your lips against his own. The petals in his hands flew out as he raised his arms in shock before he wrapped his arms around you to take you into his embrace, pulling you closer into a hug as you pulled him closer with a kiss. His warmth surrounded you, this moment was intoxicating and beautiful and you could’ve only wished it happened sooner. And Levi, the flower petals falling can actually happen, just, only in certain situations.
I have like five half written prompts right now and I’m being indecisive about which one I should post next. I will be posting a part two (short ending) for my Satan Prompt 9, that will be coming soon, but after that I have these and I don’t know which one to finish and post first
Victor prompt 18 “Here, like this.”
Mammon prompt 26 “Hold me, call me darling, kiss my cheeks, do whatever.”
Levi prompt 17 “Shut up. Kiss me.”
Imagines for MLQC prompt 33 “You’re so tiny looking.”
You were cleaning around the lounge of The House of Lamentation, it was your chore for the day to help dust and reorganize whatever silverware or centerpieces that may be out of place. You always thought it was such a bore, you never found anything cool to talk about with the brothers while you cleaned there, unlike the many times you’d found an interesting book to talk about with Satan whilst you cleaned the library. Or the times that you found household items with huge bites taken out of them and asking Beel if he did it and him so innocently denying it… You were about to put some silverware away when something caught your eye, though, it was a red, leather bound book. There wasn't any writing on the cover, piquing your interest, so you opened it and the first thing you saw was a poem titled Suns and Seraphim dedicated to…… WAIT THAT’S YOUR NAME???. It read,
“Could seraphim descend to earthly ground,
For chance to brush thine lips with hues of rose;
Discard their grace and heav’nly guise, cast down,
They would; just as the sun is always bound.
The moon will rise upon the sun’s repose
With gifts to thee inside night skies of opal tone
Of diamonds who’s shine dare not oppose
That which resides in precious eyes, thine own.
Si j'avais été dans le royaume des cieux
Pour vous donner ces soleils souriants
Et regarder votre beauté,
Mon cœur volage me tenterait d'arracher
Mes ailes angéliques et descendre;
Je quitterais ce paradis creux pour être en Eden
Avec mon amant, Mon ange de la terre, vous.
(written by Madeline Melcher (me lol) I dont know french so I used a translator btw)
Your jaw dropped, who could have written this?? It popped up in your head that it was most likely either Lucifer or Satan, it definitely wasn’t Mammon, Levi, or Beel. The maybes were Belphie and Asmo, but the chances they wrote that were rather slim.
Curiosity killed the cat and you couldn’t restrain your fingers from flipping through the many filled pages of the notebook. Another page had read,
“I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel when I’m with you. You are a glimpse of a Heaven lost to betrayal, a sun that, for so long, I’ve been missing. I promise, someday I’ll show you these and then I’ll take you on a picnic (maybe in the human world?).”
Involuntarily, a smile made its way to your lips and a blush to your cheeks until you heard a knock on your door, it was Lucifer,
“MC, Why aren't you cleaning?”
Your heart sped up, what if it was Lucifer who wrote this? You began stuttering, you liked him, sure, but not in the way these poems talk about. Oh god… what if you had to turn down the second most powerful demon ever? Oh lawd.
“MC, we enjoy having you here but if you don’t finish your chores and put down whatever book you're reading-”
A HUGE sigh of relief escaped you,
“So you don’t know this book?” You asked, still slightly on edge.
He answered, “How could I know what you’re reading? There's not even a title on it.” He sighed and stepped closer, he eyed the book and, “Is that Satan’s Journal? Oh dear, MC, I believe you’ve made a rather stupid mistake.”
Your eyes were open wide as you sat completely still and quiet staring at the book in your hands. Lucifer spoke up, seeing that you looked quite shocked and perhaps a bit scared,
“If you would like, I can put it back where it was. Though I will be giving you extra chores because it seems that you also know what you did was an invasion of my annoying brother’s privacy.”
You thought a moment then spoke,
“No, I don’t feel good about that… I think I should give it back to him. I don’t wanna lie to him.”
“If that’s what you would like to do then I am nobody to stop you, just be careful and if something happens then don’t refrain from calling me for help.”
“Thank you Lu-”
In a seemingly dejected and scoffing tone Lucifer said, “And do your chores.”
With that he left you all alone to contemplate a plan to give Satan his journal back. Your mind was clouded with a million thoughts, the most prominent one being ‘he really thinks of me like that?’ A brush of pink crept onto your cheeks, thinking of him writing these poems. Thinking of him thinking of you. You wished so much that you could just revel in these thoughts, but the issue at hand was that, like Lucifer had said, you invaded Satan’s privacy. ‘What if he doesn’t feel that way anymore...’ Excitement and fear mixed inside your mind making you feel overwhelmed. How would you go about this?
‘Maybe I can just leave it in front of his door with a note on it. But, no, what if someone else picks it up?’
‘I could just burn it and forget about everything…….. No, MC, that’s NOT what’s gonna happen.’
You thought and thought and came to the realization that the easiest and most moral way to take care of the situation was just to knock on his door and hand it to him. You would tell him what you did and apologize and it would go very super incredibly smooth… yeah. You picked up the book ad headed towards Satan’s room with conviction, ‘you can do this MC!’ you thought. But when you got to his room, you froze like Mammon’s credit cards.
You’d never felt more anxious in your life. You liked Satan a great deal, he was handsome and charming, he had a soft side that he showed you often, he was wonderful. Even though these poems were made out to you, you felt as if it couldn't possibly be real. And moreover, this was the Avatar of Wrath’s personal journal that you had gone through... You breathed heavily to calm your nerves and gave yourself a mini pep talk. Then, finally, you meekly knocked on the door. Satan opened the door and saw you standing there, a smile crossed his face,
His blonde locks messily hung around his bright green eyes with a beautiful happy go lucky look in them,
“Hello, MC, find something interesting today? I certainly did and would very much like to give it to you.” A sweet chuckle ran off his words as he began to show you in but he froze and his expression changed drastically.
With his eyes open wide he asked while pointing to the book,
“What’s that?”
Stuttering and mumbling, fumbling your words you managed to get out a small “I’m sorry”
Silence. Silence that was louder than the rumble of a volcano.
He cleared his throat,
“Did- did you read it?” his eyes fixated on the book you held, he looked incredibly worried. You weren't looking at him so you could only assume that his visage was pure rage, something you, a mere human, were terrified of.
“I-I-I-I-”
You were cut off by a chuckle, although this time it wasn’t sweet, per say, more nervous. But through your ever amazing perception skills, you again thought he was angry with you and as he said,
“MC, I-”
You blurted out, “I’m sorry!” and ran away.
Your heart beat a million miles per hour as you hastily made your way to your room, locking the door and looking down to see that your dumbass TOOK THE BOOK. You were silent on the outside, but screaming like Hell on the inside.
Just then, a voice wriggled it’s way through the wooden door, it was Asmo.
“MC, do you think I could borrow your hair straightener? Mine broke and I can’t go anywhere looking like this!”
Shakily, you replied, “Sure, it’s just on my bathroom counter.”
He waltzed in all happy and pretty but the look on your face made him stop in his tracks,
“What’s wrong?” With those two words, you nearly burst into tears.
“Oh hun…” he said as he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his arm. “Why don’t we go to my room and talk about it? I’ll even give you a makeover, that’d be nice, yeah?”
You wiped the tears from your cheeks, “Yeah.”
You told him all about it as he did your makeup, making you feel slightly better, though, it wasn’t really the makeup, it was more seeing how much the brothers cared about you in times like this. He began to finish his own makeup as you sat down on the bed and your restless thoughts ran out of your mouth as if it were a marathon.
“And he got angry at me, I can’t stand seeing him angry, and and-”
“MC, honey, calm down,” he said as he finished doing his eye makeup, focusing on his reflection in the vanity mirror.
“How can I? These poems, they’re beautiful but I just read his journal without asking and I feel so horrible about it. And I’m really scared of him when he gets angry… I just don’t know if I can face him right now.” You flopped from sitting up to splaying out on the pale pink bedspread.
“You said the exact same thing just five minutes ago! You won’t get anywhere from repeating that.”
“UGH but it's all I can think about right now… What if he hates me because of this…”
Asmo let out a light chuckle, “He doesn’t hate you sweetie, I don’t think he can.”
You frowned, “You don’t know that.”
After a moment’s pause, looking at how distraught you were with the current situation, Asmo spoke again,
“MC, let me tell you a secret, I’ve been watching this whole thing unravel, I could sense rom com vibes since the day you waltzed in! You should’ve heard the way he talked about you, it was constant ‘MC this and MC that’ ‘Oh I made MC laugh today,’ ‘MC let me borrow her pen’ ‘MC asked me to get coffee,’” Asmo said while doing a ridiculous impression of Satan, “But you can’t tell him I told you this or he’ll probably string me up by the ankles.”
You chuckled and when your smile faded, Asmo looked you in the eye and said in a sincere voice,
“He likes you girlie, I would even say he loves you. I’ve never seen him care about someone so much. When I said I don’t think he can hate you, I meant it. So go back there and tell him what you feel, this is the climax of your love story! And believe me when I say a good climax can fix anything!”
“Asmo ew.”
“Hehe, too much?”
You looked at the red book cover, “He really said that?”
Asmo rolled his eyes with a smile,
“Yes! So what’re you waiting for?? I can feel the stress seeping out of you and it's not good for my skin.”
Meanwhile in his room Satan was pacing like a worried cat, mumbling to himself. ‘I knew MC didn’t feel that way…’ ‘How could I be so reckless? I left my journal in the dining room of all places!’ With a frustrated grunt, he brought his hands to his face, lowkey slapping himself in the face. He sat down on his bed and tousled with his hair, as he did so, his focus was taken by a single blooming Mirage Flower on his desk. He winced and flopped onto his bed face down. The sigh he let out after that held an almost tangible emotion of frustration. He was frustrated with himself, but also with you. He didn’t plan on you finding out like this and it made him feel, well, kind of lame. He imagined telling you many times, none were as embarrassing as you reading his journal. He wanted to sweep you off of your feet like a prince in one of Levi’s animes, with the flowers mysteriously blooming and all of that. He turned to the side, restless and angry with himself and again was there the flower he had secretly picked from Diavolo’s garden, only to give to you. His lips turned to a frown and he sat up again, taking the flower from it’s vase and like a child, he plucked each petal saying “MC loves me.” “MC loves me not.” As the flower diminished to just the stem he finished with “MC loves me.” ‘Hmph, I look like I’m losing it, don’t I?’ he thought. Still, this powerful demon’s heart felt aflutter from something as silly as the words “MC loves me” as he plucked the final petal from the pistal. Those petals that would soon dry out and crumble to dust reflected in his aquamarine eyes like lilies floating in a pond. His brow furrowed and he decided it best to lay down looking the other way.
You got off of Asmo’s bed, dropping the journal with the spine facing the ground, making it open to the last page that had only one sentence on it. Your heart beat sped up as you read the short entry and what you read was enough to make you happy for entire lifetimes.
“I've loved you every day before today and I will love you every day after.”
You didn’t know why, but it was enough to bring the hint of tears to your eyes. He really thought of you like that? Did you think of him like that? As intensely in love as these poems and pages had shown?
Now holding the book in your hands, looking at the same red leather cover but seeing something different. You smiled, and said “Yeah. I think I do.”
Asmo turned around with a confused look on his face, “You do what?”
A blush rose to your cheeks much like a rose in bloom,
“I love him.”
You left the room determined, set firmly on a path to Satan’s bedroom.
This was a long one, I wrote this over a long period of time and I changed it up a lot. I was feeling sad when I wrote a lot of this, so it’s a bit really sad and I decided to end it like this because it kind of felt right? Like instead of explaining the whole thing from beginning to end, it would be a better read and be a better experience for the readers to be able to imagine whatever ending they would like when confronting the character Satan. I’m open to writing an ending that includes MC finally confronting him, though, just say the word and I’ll finish the story in a different way :) Thanks for reading! <3
also as a BONUS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9raS7-NisU this song is basically what Satan was thinking the entire time lmao
