hii hellooo, may i request brothers with a clown core mc? their outfits most often being very colorful but their personality being the opposite? like somewhat cold and very blunt, not talking much and if talking then itâs about something mildly disturbing like murder investigations or an odd fascination with deadly diseases stuff like that
sorry that itâs extremely specific and thank you regardless _(âăΔ:)_
When you first arrived, no one was sure what to think. They looked you over. Your pink hair, your cyan shorts. A yellow T-shirt and rainbow suspenders. Gaudy makeup and adorable pink tennis shoes. Beaded bracelets and necklaces and colorful tights.
And a box of smokes in your back pocket.
"Welcome to the House of Lamentation," Lucifer says, gesturing grandly at the stately mansion ahead of you.
You say nothing. Instead, you pull out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a drag, you lazily gaze at the house, then back at your host, who looks disgusted.
"Make sure you only do that outside," he says, nodding to the box of cigarettes in your hand.
You blow a puff of smoke in his face and start walking to the door, completely ignoring the sounds of Lucifer struggling to contain his rage.
"Why's it called that?" you finally ask as you stop at the front doors. "'House of Lamentation'?"
Lucifer, having composed himself by now, steps up beside you. "This is a replica of a house from the human world," he explains. "In it, an entire family was murdered; the parents, the servant, and six of their seven sons. The seventh--"
"Ohhh. This is the Sutton house," you say, nodding.
"Excuse me?"
"The Sutton house. Massachusetts, 1923. Elijah Sutton, oldest of seven sons, runs into the local tavern screaming that his servant killed the whole family and himself. Most folks today think it was Elijah who really did it. I know I do."
You take one more drag from your cigarette, then drop it on the ground and put it out with the heel of your shoe.
"So this is their house, huh? Sick."
---
It's breakfast on your second day in the Devildom. You took extra time to apply your godawful makeup this morning, and you're sure it shows, because the brothers keep glancing at you as if they're not quite sure what they should say.
"You talk to them, Mammon," mumbles Satan. "You're their babysitter."
"Ah... ahem." Mammon casts a glare at his brother, then looks at you. "So, uh... Human." You stare at him with a dead-eyed expression that seems to unnerve him even more. "...We're goin' to RAD today, and there's a couple a things you should know." You continue staring.
Mammon looks to his brothers for help, but they all avoid eye contact. "Uhhh... Just... try not to get eaten, 'kay? Lucifer'll be pissed if you die on my watch."
"Do demons eat people?" you ask. "Like, raw?"
"Sometimes! So don't mess around with 'em, got it?"
"That's gotta be messy as fuck."
"It is!"
"You got any photos?"
"....Eh?"
---
"So I get that you're the seven deadly sins," you say to Satan, sprawled out in an armchair in the library, "but like... is that all you guys got here?"
Satan, who had been minding his own business and innocently reading a book of curses, looks irritated. "Is that all of what?"
"I dunno. Bad shit shaped like people." You shrug. "Like, you got the Four Horsemen or somethin'?"
"Of course not," Satan snaps. "That would be ridiculous."
You shrug. "Embodiment of plague? Too ridiculous to believe. Embodiment of wrath? Well, obviously that's a thing."
---
"You have to make pacts with Lucifer and his brothers," Belphie urges you through the door. You stare at him, then take a drag from your cigarette. As long as Lucifer is occupied in the music room with that weird record, you're going to break every rule in this damn house.
"How am I supposed to do that? Am I gonna split up my soul Horcrux style? Give everybody a slice?"
Belphie stares at you for a few seconds. You don't realize how badly he wishes he could kill you in this moment. "Are you going to help me or not?"
You shrug. "What do I get out of it?"
He blinks at you in utter bewilderment. "You... make me happy?"
You stare at him. He stares at you. You stare at him. He continues to stare at you.
What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?
(Diavolo x gn!MC) (Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)
(Suggestive)
Word Count: +1,900
Diavolo
Itâs hard to kiss Diavoloâs cheek in public â in part because Barbatos has warned you about inappropriate displays of affection with the prince (heâs right, but he might also be a bit jealous, too). However, a bit of affection in front of close friends isnât too bad. Itâs not like you can get Diavolo alone whenever you want. Certainly, Barbatos and Diavolo can excuse a bit of impropriety from time to time.
As often seemed to be the case, Diavolo was stuck in the student council room with a large stack of documents. Lucifer and Barbatos were hard at work by his side. Satan was typing up documents on his cat-deco covered computer. Mammon, Levi, and Belphegor were also tasked with simple clerical work â although only two of the three were currently of any use. Barbatos was permitting Belphegor to nap for another five minutes before a harsh awakening was due. All this to say that the council room was busy but relatively calm this afternoon. You had finished up your work â and just in time for your study session with Solomon, who had appeared in the doorframe. He waited patiently, a smug grin on his face, content to steal you away from the others for some one-on-one time, as you walked up to Diavolo with your stack of forms.
âI just finished up. The blue tabs indicate areas that require your signature.â You smiled at him, knowing that you had taken an extra minute or two to draw small hearts on each of those tabs. âThatâs all of it, correct?â
âYes, thank you, MC,â Diavolo spoke flatly and mindlessly set your stack of forms on the table without looking at you or his newly acquired work. He still had so much to do. You couldnât help but feel sorry for him. Diavolo hated paperwork almost as much as pickles â okay so maybe it wasnât quite as bad, but you could tell he was channeling extra effort to sit there and perform his duties.
âAlright, then Iâm heading out to study with Solomon. But first,â you paused to walk around his desk. You wanted to give him some of your strength somehow. It wasnât much, but you bent down and placed a firm kiss on his cheek, lingering just long enough for someone else in the room to irritably clear his throat. With your lips still close to him, you spoke quietly, âdo your best, My Lord.â
There was an intentionally seductive tinge to the words âMy Lordâ that was not missed by anyone who heard it â least of all Diavolo. A subtle look of surprise stayed plastered on his face. He was so focused on his work; Diavolo hadnât expected that. As you walked towards the door, Diavolo redirected his strength to keep himself still in his seat â anything to stop from chasing after you.
You disappeared down the hall with Solomon too quickly for Diavoloâs liking. A smile played on his lips, and he let out a chuckle that fell from him like a sigh. How bold of you. Diavolo could still feel the heat in his cheek â but now it had spread to both cheeks and up his ears.
âBack to work, please, My Lord,â Barbatos chided him.
Diavolo continued with his work. His smile was slow to leave his lips, and it was renewed when he noticed the blue tabs you left on the forms. You were full of surprises today, and once his work was complete, Diavolo was determined to reward such thoughtful surprises.
Barbatos
You didnât intend to kiss him, but Barbatos was always so attentive when you had tea at the Demon Lordâs castle. An overwhelming urge to dote on him â even just a bit â came over you. When Barbatos leaned down with his face mere inches away to pour your tea, before you could think about it, your lips were pressed to his cheek. It was enough to stall the active conversation between Lucifer and Diavolo. Even Simeon and Solomon, who were passive participants, had turned to watch the spectacle.
That silence brought you back to your senses, and you quickly pulled back and apologized, realizing it was probably inappropriate.
Barbatos smiled at you sweetly. âDonât fret over it. It was very sweet of you, and Iâm grateful, but I am still on duty. You should restrain yourself. There are more opportune moments for you to get your lips all over me.â
âI jest, My Lord,â Barbatos chuckled. âHowever, MC, if you would like to properly make it up to me, could you assist me in finishing the preparation for dessert in the kitchen? An extra pair of hands might be useful.â
âOf course.â You shot out of your seat almost too eagerly.
Lucifer noticed a small drop of tea on the saucer next to your cup. Barbatos was usually so careful. He rubbed his temples knowingly. âThat was a horrible idea.â
âNonsense, Lucifer. Barbatos wouldnât do anything untoward with MC in the kitchen.â
âHe said nothing about Barbatos doing anything with MC in the kitchen,â Simeon pointed out. âPerhaps you already had your own doubts.â
âShould we check on them?â Solomon wondered aloud.
âI donât see a need for that,â Diavolo shook his head and tried to resume the previous conversation he was having. However, the seeds of doubt in his mind had sprouted into something more substantial when you and Barbatos returned fifteen minutes later with a trifle that could well have been prepared ahead of time. Your bottom lip appeared redder and slightly puffier than Diavolo had remembered.
You and Barbatos continued to steal glances at each other throughout the tea. It didnât go unnoticed, but neither of you cared â not after the desperation Barbatos had to make the most of those fifteen minutes. Certainly, nothing mattered after Barbatos had pulled away from you, panting slightly, and whispered in your ear: Donât leave with the others later. After Iâm dismissed tonight, Iâd like to continue this when I can thoroughly show you my appreciation for that adorable gesture earlier. Barbatos had returned said gesture by pressing his lips to your cheek before he slipped out of your embrace to pull the trifle from the fridge. Neither of you could stop thinking about it.
Simeon
Simeon had baked for you â well, actually, he had baked for everyone, but you were the one he was thinking about the entire time. As he passed out cupcakes, he saved you for last, figuring everyone would be preoccupied enough by their treats that he could avoid attention when he gave you the final cupcake. This one was just for you. Yours was the only one with a small chocolate heart on top.
Under the sweetness of Simeonâs smile, there was a hint of mischief. He always found tiny, secretive ways to take hold of your attention. However, you knew you should probably dispose of the evidence before anyone caught on. Mammon would lose his mind and Leviathan would assemble the PDA-police, and you didnât even want to think about what anyone else would do. You plucked the heart from atop the frosting and popped it into your mouth (cutely, Simeon would insist).
âYou have frosting on your finger,â Simeon pointed out with that same, slightly devious smile. Playfully, you smeared a bit of the frosting from your fingertip onto his cheek. The cool sensation of frosting and your soft touch made him giggle. âVery cute.â
Simeon moved to wipe it off, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him. âWait, allow me.â
You kissed his cheek, lapping at the frosting on his skin. Simeon could feel his face heat up. Usually, he tried not to cause a scene in front of the others â just to avoid the inevitable trouble. However, if you wanted to initiate it, he wasnât going to stop you, even though this was more than just a peck on the cheek. You were practically licking him in front of the demons and Solomon in a classroom. The door wasnât even shut. Simeon wouldnât dare admit how much he was enjoying this â savoring it.
âDid you get it all?â he asked, feigning innocence that no one was convinced of. You gave him one more lingering kiss on his cheek.
It was as if everyone was waiting for the scene to finish before they could speak. Then, the protest raged.
âYou sneaky bastard,â Mammon barked.
âHonestly, do either of you have any shame?â Lucifer rolled his eyes.
âMC, darling, I have frosting on my lips. Will you get it for me?â Asmo cooed.
âDonât waste frosting, Asmo.â Beel narrowed his eyes. âBut I bet frosting and MCâs lips would be a tasty combination.â
âBeelzebub, I caution you against attempting to taste MC.â Barbatos sighed.
âIf anyoneâs going to eat MC, it should be me, right?â Lucifer smirked at you.
âLike hell,â Satan growled.
âYeah, youâre being as selfish and greedy as Mammon,â Belphegor added.
âPardon me?â
Youâd really done it now. Under the cover of chaos, Simeon pulled you out into the hallway so you could both escape. However, before you could start down the hall, Simeon pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear. âYou know, I have leftover frosting in the freezer at home. Perhaps I could return the favor?â
Solomon
It had become a group effort to get on your nerves today, and Lucifer wasnât actually helping by focusing his anger on Levi and Mammon. His yelling didnât stop Satan and Asmo, who were still arguing. Diavolo served as their mediator. Meanwhile, Barbatos was practically forcing food down Beelâs throat while holding him down in an attempt to sate his ravenous hunger â all with a sleeping Belphegor tossed over his shoulder. You were about to command all the brothers to âstayâ and deal with Lucifer getting caught in the crossfire later when Solomon showed up. The textbook he wanted to lend you was clutched firmly to his chest. When he finally took in his surroundings, he could tell you were about to snap.
âHold this for a second please, MC.â Solomon handed you the book with a smile. Using magic, he silenced and immobilized all the troublemakers. He gave them a stern warning to âbehave for the sake of poor, overwhelmed MC.â
That pulled the right strings, and he knew he was safe to release them from his spell. The room fell quiet for a second before shameful apologies began to be muttered from various offenders. Your shoulders finally relaxed, and you thanked your wonderful, helpful, gem of a teacher.
âIf only there was a way you could reward me for helping,â Solomon hummed while deliberately tapping his cheek.
You rolled your eyes before leaning in to kiss his cheek. There were about half a dozen annoyed groans harmonizing with Mammonâs shrieking before you could pull away.
Even when you did, you didnât get far before Solomon grabbed you, pulled you close, and kissed your lips. He was almost hungry about it, and you had to force yourself to be quiet. Solomon was less restrained. Under the jealousy, Asmo was proud of Solomon for those soft moans and putting on such a stunning show.
Once he had sufficiently made his statement, Solomon broke the kiss and just grinned at you. âNo need to be so shy next time.â
It was as if he was oblivious to the daggers being stared into him. The aura in the room was so tense and violent â and all that negativity was directed at him. But he was not oblivious. He simply didnât care. He had just kissed you in front of everyone, and there was nothing they could do about it. Solomon was too pleased.
A/N: there's a poll up for September's community-decided fic, so go ahead and vote while you can if you're so inclined. Also, if anyone remembers the last chat text I did, the answer was Asmo, Satan, and *insert entire page worth of ad content* Levi. (But I agree with those who hoped and wanted it to be Lucifer)
What happens when MC decides to kiss their cheek around others? It couldn't possibly go wrong, right?
(Diavolo x gn!MC) (Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)
(Suggestive)
Word Count: +1,900
Diavolo
Itâs hard to kiss Diavoloâs cheek in public â in part because Barbatos has warned you about inappropriate displays of affection with the prince (heâs right, but he might also be a bit jealous, too). However, a bit of affection in front of close friends isnât too bad. Itâs not like you can get Diavolo alone whenever you want. Certainly, Barbatos and Diavolo can excuse a bit of impropriety from time to time.
As often seemed to be the case, Diavolo was stuck in the student council room with a large stack of documents. Lucifer and Barbatos were hard at work by his side. Satan was typing up documents on his cat-deco covered computer. Mammon, Levi, and Belphegor were also tasked with simple clerical work â although only two of the three were currently of any use. Barbatos was permitting Belphegor to nap for another five minutes before a harsh awakening was due. All this to say that the council room was busy but relatively calm this afternoon. You had finished up your work â and just in time for your study session with Solomon, who had appeared in the doorframe. He waited patiently, a smug grin on his face, content to steal you away from the others for some one-on-one time, as you walked up to Diavolo with your stack of forms.
âI just finished up. The blue tabs indicate areas that require your signature.â You smiled at him, knowing that you had taken an extra minute or two to draw small hearts on each of those tabs. âThatâs all of it, correct?â
âYes, thank you, MC,â Diavolo spoke flatly and mindlessly set your stack of forms on the table without looking at you or his newly acquired work. He still had so much to do. You couldnât help but feel sorry for him. Diavolo hated paperwork almost as much as pickles â okay so maybe it wasnât quite as bad, but you could tell he was channeling extra effort to sit there and perform his duties.
âAlright, then Iâm heading out to study with Solomon. But first,â you paused to walk around his desk. You wanted to give him some of your strength somehow. It wasnât much, but you bent down and placed a firm kiss on his cheek, lingering just long enough for someone else in the room to irritably clear his throat. With your lips still close to him, you spoke quietly, âdo your best, My Lord.â
There was an intentionally seductive tinge to the words âMy Lordâ that was not missed by anyone who heard it â least of all Diavolo. A subtle look of surprise stayed plastered on his face. He was so focused on his work; Diavolo hadnât expected that. As you walked towards the door, Diavolo redirected his strength to keep himself still in his seat â anything to stop from chasing after you.
You disappeared down the hall with Solomon too quickly for Diavoloâs liking. A smile played on his lips, and he let out a chuckle that fell from him like a sigh. How bold of you. Diavolo could still feel the heat in his cheek â but now it had spread to both cheeks and up his ears.
âBack to work, please, My Lord,â Barbatos chided him.
Diavolo continued with his work. His smile was slow to leave his lips, and it was renewed when he noticed the blue tabs you left on the forms. You were full of surprises today, and once his work was complete, Diavolo was determined to reward such thoughtful surprises.
Barbatos
You didnât intend to kiss him, but Barbatos was always so attentive when you had tea at the Demon Lordâs castle. An overwhelming urge to dote on him â even just a bit â came over you. When Barbatos leaned down with his face mere inches away to pour your tea, before you could think about it, your lips were pressed to his cheek. It was enough to stall the active conversation between Lucifer and Diavolo. Even Simeon and Solomon, who were passive participants, had turned to watch the spectacle.
That silence brought you back to your senses, and you quickly pulled back and apologized, realizing it was probably inappropriate.
Barbatos smiled at you sweetly. âDonât fret over it. It was very sweet of you, and Iâm grateful, but I am still on duty. You should restrain yourself. There are more opportune moments for you to get your lips all over me.â
âI jest, My Lord,â Barbatos chuckled. âHowever, MC, if you would like to properly make it up to me, could you assist me in finishing the preparation for dessert in the kitchen? An extra pair of hands might be useful.â
âOf course.â You shot out of your seat almost too eagerly.
Lucifer noticed a small drop of tea on the saucer next to your cup. Barbatos was usually so careful. He rubbed his temples knowingly. âThat was a horrible idea.â
âNonsense, Lucifer. Barbatos wouldnât do anything untoward with MC in the kitchen.â
âHe said nothing about Barbatos doing anything with MC in the kitchen,â Simeon pointed out. âPerhaps you already had your own doubts.â
âShould we check on them?â Solomon wondered aloud.
âI donât see a need for that,â Diavolo shook his head and tried to resume the previous conversation he was having. However, the seeds of doubt in his mind had sprouted into something more substantial when you and Barbatos returned fifteen minutes later with a trifle that could well have been prepared ahead of time. Your bottom lip appeared redder and slightly puffier than Diavolo had remembered.
You and Barbatos continued to steal glances at each other throughout the tea. It didnât go unnoticed, but neither of you cared â not after the desperation Barbatos had to make the most of those fifteen minutes. Certainly, nothing mattered after Barbatos had pulled away from you, panting slightly, and whispered in your ear: Donât leave with the others later. After Iâm dismissed tonight, Iâd like to continue this when I can thoroughly show you my appreciation for that adorable gesture earlier. Barbatos had returned said gesture by pressing his lips to your cheek before he slipped out of your embrace to pull the trifle from the fridge. Neither of you could stop thinking about it.
Simeon
Simeon had baked for you â well, actually, he had baked for everyone, but you were the one he was thinking about the entire time. As he passed out cupcakes, he saved you for last, figuring everyone would be preoccupied enough by their treats that he could avoid attention when he gave you the final cupcake. This one was just for you. Yours was the only one with a small chocolate heart on top.
Under the sweetness of Simeonâs smile, there was a hint of mischief. He always found tiny, secretive ways to take hold of your attention. However, you knew you should probably dispose of the evidence before anyone caught on. Mammon would lose his mind and Leviathan would assemble the PDA-police, and you didnât even want to think about what anyone else would do. You plucked the heart from atop the frosting and popped it into your mouth (cutely, Simeon would insist).
âYou have frosting on your finger,â Simeon pointed out with that same, slightly devious smile. Playfully, you smeared a bit of the frosting from your fingertip onto his cheek. The cool sensation of frosting and your soft touch made him giggle. âVery cute.â
Simeon moved to wipe it off, but you grabbed his hand gently to stop him. âWait, allow me.â
You kissed his cheek, lapping at the frosting on his skin. Simeon could feel his face heat up. Usually, he tried not to cause a scene in front of the others â just to avoid the inevitable trouble. However, if you wanted to initiate it, he wasnât going to stop you, even though this was more than just a peck on the cheek. You were practically licking him in front of the demons and Solomon in a classroom. The door wasnât even shut. Simeon wouldnât dare admit how much he was enjoying this â savoring it.
âDid you get it all?â he asked, feigning innocence that no one was convinced of. You gave him one more lingering kiss on his cheek.
It was as if everyone was waiting for the scene to finish before they could speak. Then, the protest raged.
âYou sneaky bastard,â Mammon barked.
âHonestly, do either of you have any shame?â Lucifer rolled his eyes.
âMC, darling, I have frosting on my lips. Will you get it for me?â Asmo cooed.
âDonât waste frosting, Asmo.â Beel narrowed his eyes. âBut I bet frosting and MCâs lips would be a tasty combination.â
âBeelzebub, I caution you against attempting to taste MC.â Barbatos sighed.
âIf anyoneâs going to eat MC, it should be me, right?â Lucifer smirked at you.
âLike hell,â Satan growled.
âYeah, youâre being as selfish and greedy as Mammon,â Belphegor added.
âPardon me?â
Youâd really done it now. Under the cover of chaos, Simeon pulled you out into the hallway so you could both escape. However, before you could start down the hall, Simeon pulled you close enough to whisper in your ear. âYou know, I have leftover frosting in the freezer at home. Perhaps I could return the favor?â
Solomon
It had become a group effort to get on your nerves today, and Lucifer wasnât actually helping by focusing his anger on Levi and Mammon. His yelling didnât stop Satan and Asmo, who were still arguing. Diavolo served as their mediator. Meanwhile, Barbatos was practically forcing food down Beelâs throat while holding him down in an attempt to sate his ravenous hunger â all with a sleeping Belphegor tossed over his shoulder. You were about to command all the brothers to âstayâ and deal with Lucifer getting caught in the crossfire later when Solomon showed up. The textbook he wanted to lend you was clutched firmly to his chest. When he finally took in his surroundings, he could tell you were about to snap.
âHold this for a second please, MC.â Solomon handed you the book with a smile. Using magic, he silenced and immobilized all the troublemakers. He gave them a stern warning to âbehave for the sake of poor, overwhelmed MC.â
That pulled the right strings, and he knew he was safe to release them from his spell. The room fell quiet for a second before shameful apologies began to be muttered from various offenders. Your shoulders finally relaxed, and you thanked your wonderful, helpful, gem of a teacher.
âIf only there was a way you could reward me for helping,â Solomon hummed while deliberately tapping his cheek.
You rolled your eyes before leaning in to kiss his cheek. There were about half a dozen annoyed groans harmonizing with Mammonâs shrieking before you could pull away.
Even when you did, you didnât get far before Solomon grabbed you, pulled you close, and kissed your lips. He was almost hungry about it, and you had to force yourself to be quiet. Solomon was less restrained. Under the jealousy, Asmo was proud of Solomon for those soft moans and putting on such a stunning show.
Once he had sufficiently made his statement, Solomon broke the kiss and just grinned at you. âNo need to be so shy next time.â
It was as if he was oblivious to the daggers being stared into him. The aura in the room was so tense and violent â and all that negativity was directed at him. But he was not oblivious. He simply didnât care. He had just kissed you in front of everyone, and there was nothing they could do about it. Solomon was too pleased.
A/N: there's a poll up for September's community-decided fic, so go ahead and vote while you can if you're so inclined. Also, if anyone remembers the last chat text I did, the answer was Asmo, Satan, and *insert entire page worth of ad content* Levi. (But I agree with those who hoped and wanted it to be Lucifer)
~A cursed piece of Grimm gives Mammon what he has always wanted, but there is a price.
WC: 2.2k
Warnings: Mention of Mammon potentially being dangerous to the reader, a bit of crying but it's sweet I promise.
a/n: Another Prompt that I was placed into a folder and forgotten about!
It has been a long yet rewarding day of volunteering at the animal shelter with Satan. In preparation for an upcoming adoption event, the two of you got to pet and socialize with dozens of cats who are looking to find a new fur-ever home.Â
You feel like you are covered head to toe in enchanted car hair, but it doesnât bother you in the slightest. The day was long but definitely rewarding.
âOh my, there it is,â Satan says, walking over to a side table by the front door and holding up his leather-bound wallet. The lucky cat keychain you bought for him swings happily from the bottom of it. Earlier today, he was so excited to join you on your day out that he forgot to bring it with him. âThatâs odd; all my Grimm is still here,â he murmurs.Â
âWhat is so strange about that?â you ask, peeking over his shoulder. âThatâs a good thing, right?â
He raises his brows and counts through his Grimm again with a Frown. âNormally, it would be a good thing, but Mammon has been home with my unattended wallet for hours, and there is nothing missing.â He states as if it were obvious. âHe must be up to something.â
âBut he didnât take anything; maybe he is trying to be better.â
Your optimism brings a soft smile to the Avatar of Wrathâs face, âSometimes, Mc, you are too trusting for your own good. Itâs going to get you in trouble one of these days.â
Before you can respond to Satan, your DDD chimes from your pocket. âWho is it?â he asks, watching as you pull out the device.Â
âItâs from Mammon,â you say, reading the message. âHe says he wants me to come to his room as soon as I can.
With your time being stolen away from him so quickly, Satanâs brow twitches in annoyance, but he doesnât object. âHe is probably up to something shady,â he warns. âDonât let him drag you into one of his stupid schemes.â
âNo worries,â you say brightly, tucking your DDD into your waistband, âHe probably is just bored.â Giving the blond demon one last smile, you head off down the hallway toward Mammonâs room.Â
As you walk, you ignore the sense of unease in your gut.
One that tells you that this already long day is going to only get longer.Â
~
You arrive outside Mammonâs door, knowing how embarrassed the Avatar of Greed got the last time you poked your head into his room without announcing your presence, making sure to knock loudly.
âCome get in here, you silly human,â you hear Mammonâs muffled voice call from inside. âAnd shut the door behind you.â You shake your head with an amused sigh; of course, Mammon seems to be up to something. You place your hand on the golden doorknob and twist it until the door clicks open.Â
Wait, golden?
Since when has Mammon had a golden Doorknob?
But as you step fullying into Mammonâs room, the little doorknob is soon pushed from your mind when you glance around at the once-familiar bedroom. His stereo system, his sports car, and even each ball on his pool table are made of solid gold. Everything is golden and glowing. The rich glare is so intense you have to squint your eyes just to make your way across the floor.Â
âDo ya like what I have done to the place?â Mammon calls, lounging on his solid gold mattress.Â
âMammon, what is all this?â you ask curiously. âWhat did you do to your room?â
âI just made some improvements.â he grins, flashing you a pearly white smile, âCheck this out, Mc.â
His hand goes toward a still normal-looking snowglobe that rests on his bedside table; before you can object, he grabs it, and the whole thing instantly turns to solid gold. âPretty cool, huh?â
âMammon, how did this happen?â you ask in disbelief. Mammonâs initial enthusiasm for what can only be a curse is concerning. He really looks like he has the Midas Touch.Â
He just smiles and takes a piece of Grimm off of his nightstand. âI was walking home, and I found this Grimm on the road. I picked it up, and once I got back to my room, everything I touched with my bare hands turned to gold.â He flips the coin into the air playfully before placing it into his stiff golden jacket pocket. âDo you know what this means?â
âThat youâre cursed?â you answer plainly.Â
âNo, It means we are going to be rich.â he grins, an excited blush appearing on his cheeks. âWe can have all the gold we want with this power; I can take ya out and spoil ya anytime you want; the only thing is I need to find something to cover my hands with when Iâm eating.â
âHas that been an issue?â you ask, wondering why he seems so unbothered by this curse.Â
âYea, I accidentally turned my cup of ramen into gold earlier.â he sniffs, looking over at the golden container on his coffee table. âAt first, it was pretty annoying, but then I realized I could buy as much ramen as I wanted now. Honestly, I can buy anything I want.â His eyes shine with eagerness, and you can only imagine what kind of lavish plans are going through his head.
Itâs hard to reason with him when he is this excited. You know youâre going to be the one who asks Lucifer to break this curse for him before he accidentally hurts someone. âHow did you even message me?â you ask, looking down at his still-normal DDD.Â
âI used the voice typing thing Levi uses when he is playing those games,â he smirks, sliding his now useless sunglasses off of his head where they rest upon his white hair like a crown. Their golden lenses are impossible to see out of. âYou gotta admit, this is a power worthy of the Great Mammon.â
âAs far as curses go, I do admit this is very you.â you giggle, âBut do you really want to stay this way forever?â
âWhy not?â he asks, âIâll never have to worry about being short on Grimm ever again.â his blue eyes sparkle dreamily at the statement. He is so caught up in his fantasies you know that youâll have a hard time bringing him back to reality by yourself.Â
âThatâs true,â you agree, the wheels in your head cranking up a plan to get Mammon to want to break the curse. âBut could we go to Lucifer and just make sure that this curse doesnât have any weird catchâŠâÂ
Your words cause a momentary flicker of fear to flash across his face. âWhat do ya mean by catch?â
âJust like a side effect,â you shrug nonchalantly, âYou know, like every time you turn something into gold, you lose a bit of your hair or something like that.â
His eyes immediately dart to his reflection in the mirror as he looks for any signs of magical balding, finding none. He breathes a deep sigh of relief. âYer pretty smart for a human, I knew there was a reason I kept ya around.â
âThe only reason?â you tease, stepping out into the hallway, âI really thought I meant something to you.â
âN-not the only reason.â He stammers, cheeks flushing a deep red as he stumbles after you, His hands brushing along the wall as he walks, leaving a trail of gold in his wake.Â
~
Lucifer sits at his desk, a blank expression on his face as Mammon tells him everything about his little Midas Touch problem, but he truly doesnât have much to explain after accidentally turning Luciferâs Record player to gold. For your own safety, Lucifer has you standing on the opposite side of the room from his brother. At least he sees the danger in this current situation.Â
âThat is all very interesting, Mammon, but Iâll need to inspect that Grimm you found to truly understand the effects of the curse.â He says, his voice is steady, but there is a look of tired annoyance in his eyes.Â
âMy Grimm?â Mammon repeats defensively. âYer gonna give it back r~â he is cut off by a menacing glare from the Avatar of Pride that has him pulling the coin out of his pocket and dropping it on the desk.
With gloved hands, Lucifer analyzes the Grimm; there is a strange flow of magic radiating off the coin as he works. Mammon shifts nervously in his standing position as he watches the dark-haired demon mutter incantations under his breath.Â
âThere, now, was that so difficult?â Lucifer smirks, tossing the coin back to Mammon teasingly. âfrom what I can tell, your curse is to simply turn whatever you touch with your bare hands into gold. And it is breakable. If you wish for it to be broken, then it will fade away on its own.â
Mammon laughs boldly in his brotherâs face, âWhy would I ever want to give this up?â
Luciferâs crimson gaze lands on you so briefly that, at first, you thought you were just imagining it before giving Mammon his full attention. A devilish lift to his lips. âBecause, so long as you continue to feed this curse, you are forbidden to have any sort of contact with Mc.â
Mammonâs jaw drops comically fast as he registers Luciferâs declaration. âWh-what do ya mean I canât be around MC?â he asks. âItâs not like mâ gonna turnâ em to gold.â
âYou very well could, Mammon,â Lucifer frowns. âAnd we both care about them too much to put them at risk.â
Mammon looks distressed as he looks quickly between you and his brother. His eyes turn glassier by the second âB-but I could wear gloves or somethin. Please, Mc, ya trust the Great Mammon, right?â
âMammon, gloves can rip.â you say solemnly, âI understand that if you are going to be happy with your new power, I can no longer be a part of your life.â with Mammonâs full attention on you, Lucifer sends you a knowing look. You are playing your part well, albeit a bit dramatic.
Heâs quiet for a moment as he looks down at his hands, his brow furrowed as he weighs his decisions, a life full of endless riches and a few golden inconveniences, or you, the kind human who has stolen his heart.Â
There is only one real option for the Avatar of Greed.
âAhhhh damn it, donât look at me like that, Mc,â he cries, âJust break the curse, Lucifer.â
Pleased at Mammonâs decision, Lucifer struggles to hide his affection for his brother. Having placed the cursed coin in the Avatar of Greeds path earlier to teach him a lesson. A soft silver light radiates from Mammonâs tanned hands, dispelling the curseâs magic trend into nothingness. Any objects that he had turned into gold return to their normal forms as the magic is wiped away.Â
There goes Mammonâs plan of selling whatever he had turned earlier.
When the light fades, Mammon carefully touches the arm of one of Luciferâs office chairs; instead of turning gold, it remains in its perfectly polished state. âItâs gone?â
âObviously,â Lucifer replies. Although he doesnât show it, he is happy that Mammon made the right choice. In fact, he is proud of his brother. âNow, if you donât mind, I have much work to do, and you are only a hindrance to my progress.â
âFine, we were leaving anyways,â Mammon huffs, striding across the room, taking your hand with his, and leading you out the office door. As the Avatar of Greed guides you away, you glance back at Lucifer and shoot him a knowing smile that he slyly reciprocates.
Now back in Mammonâs less golden bedroom, he has yet to let go of your hand. His eyes are fixated on how comfortably your fingers are intertwined. âAre we just going to stand here?â you tease, slowly pulling your hand away from his.Â
Greedy as ever, he is reluctant to let go of your warm skin, âHey, I gave up a lot to hold yer hand.â he pouts, his cheeks turning a deep red as he looks at you. He closes whatever space that was between the two of you and pulls you in for a tight hug. âB-but I had to do it; I knew how much you would miss getting to hug the Great Mammon.âÂ
You know heâs projecting; you saw it on his face back in the office. All that vibrato about how he wanted to keep the power was just an act. As much as he hates to admit it, Mammon is clingy; he needs touch and reassurance to make him feel loved.Â
Not just from you but from all his brothers,Â
When he is not dragging you across the Devildom, he looks the most content when Asmodeus is touching up the polish on his fingernails, Supporting a sleeping Belphie with his shoulder on the sofa, or Bumping shoulder with Levi trying to break his concentration during a game of Devil-Kart.Â
âI was going to miss you,â you murmur into his shoulder. âIâm glad you chose to break the curse.â
His breath hitches as he squeezes you tighter. He trembles softly as a few teardrops land on your head.Â
Summary:Barbatos x gn!reader Barbs cares for you when you have a concussion.
A/N: this probably isn't good, but now that I'm better I want someone to take care of me đ This is purely self indulgent đ
"Humans are so fragile."
You knew Barbatos didn't mean it in a bad way. It was clearly said with all the love and affection in the world.
What had happened was you were attempting to stop Beel from his pre dinner fridge raid, when he swung around. His head hit yours, you blacked out for half a second, and then your brain felt like someone was pulling it apart.
After the brothers had informed Diavolo of your inability to sit still and rest away your concussion, you'd been given to Barbatos.
Who was now reflecting on the fragility of human nature.
"What would have happened if he was trying to hurt you?"
"My head wouldn't feel much different," you groaned as you sipped the peppermint tea Barbs had prepared for you.
"Perhaps," he hummed, placing a new icepack on your head. "But it would feel better faster if you would actually stay put."
"I'm so bored though!" You cried, gently flopping back onto your bed.
The reason you'd been sent to Barb's care was because you kept leaving your dark room (with sunglasses of course) attempting to watch TV, attempting to game, to read, to write, hell, you even tried to do sudoku. It all hurt your head but you were so bored!
But none of that was allowed. Okay, you could listen to TV, but not watch it. But still you needed something to look at!
But Barbatos was the strictest demon to ever live, apparently.
He gave a soft laugh, and sat next to you on the bed.
"Would it help if I kept you company?"
"And then ditch me again for more chores? Thanks, I'm good."
He laughed again, standing up and tucking you in gently.
"My only chore until you heal is to take care of you."
He gently got back onto the bed, straddling your body, and gently massaging your temples and forehead. Damn, was he good at that.
"If that's the case, then yes. Please keep me company."
You closed your eyes, letting his touch bring you minor relief. He stopped after a moment, and you could swear you felt something soft flutter against your forehead, before he got back off the bed.
"How about I tell you the story of a time when the young master actually liked pickles?"
"Ooh, yes please!"
As he told the tale, you eventually drifted off. He sighed heavily as he stared at your finally resting form.
"Humans are so fragile," he hummed, walking back over to you.
"You're very lucky you're so loved," he whispered as he caressed your cheek softly. He smiled at you, before grabbing the old ice pack, and leaving to get a new one.
Tag list- @leonia0 @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream
Word Count:Â 1330
Description:
A sudden discussion about how humans blame demons for all their problems comes up one evening in the House of Lamentation. Turns out, demons donât like to be blamed for human nature.
Characters, etc:
Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, MC â with a little Asmo/MC at the end
can be found on ao3 here
âWhat is it with you humans?âÂ
You look up from your D.D.D. with a quirked brow, turning to Satan who seems to be wearing an expression of exasperation â at least, from what you can see while his nose is buried between pages of whatever it is heâs reading. Â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
The demon slowly lowers the novel, now looking rather sheepish. âOh, sorry. I didnât mean that in relation to you, itâs just,â He gestures to the viridian book in his grasp, âI get so tired of reading stories where humans blame demons for all of their problems.âÂ
Word Count:Â 1330
Description:
A sudden discussion about how humans blame demons for all their problems comes up one evening in the House of Lamentation. Turns out, demons donât like to be blamed for human nature.
Characters, etc:
Satan, Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, MC â with a little Asmo/MC at the end
can be found on ao3 here
âWhat is it with you humans?âÂ
You look up from your D.D.D. with a quirked brow, turning to Satan who seems to be wearing an expression of exasperation â at least, from what you can see while his nose is buried between pages of whatever it is heâs reading. Â
âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
The demon slowly lowers the novel, now looking rather sheepish. âOh, sorry. I didnât mean that in relation to you, itâs just,â He gestures to the viridian book in his grasp, âI get so tired of reading stories where humans blame demons for all of their problems.âÂ
Scene: You are sitting bored when suddenly remember a trend in the Human World. It is intentionally saying that you have something for them and then rummaging through your pocket and them giving them a heart shape from your thumb and index finger. You get up and immediately go find him to try.
Couple: The Demon Brothers x gn!reader.
Warning: None
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Lucifer
You run to his room and politely knock on his office door before entering because you know Lucifer will get angry if you barge in. You are not very interested in being punished right now.
"What's wrong, MC?"
He looks up when you walk in, still holding a fountain pen, mentally preparing to go back and finish the paperwork after he's done with you.
You walk up to his desk with an amused face that makes him raise his eyebrows slightly, he's suspecting that you're up to something no good.
"I have something for you!"
He watches intently as you begin to carefully rummage through the inside pocket of your jacket, braced for some curse or magical device you might throw at him.
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you!"
He was totally taken aback by this, he was prepared for something more of a prank, he couldn't have guessed that you will give him something as adorable as this. The cuteness from your smiling face and the small heart in your hand makes him feel like he is being overloaded with cuteness. You truly are the death of him.
"Oh Luci, are you blushing?"
He doesn't realize he's blushing but you do and of course you have to poke fun at him because seeing The Avatar of Pride blush is not an easy thing to do.
You giggled while turning your head to run away when he noticed.
Catch you before you can run out of the room and make you stay in his office with him for the rest of the day because of this. (And he wants to spend time with you too)
Mammon
You burst into his room causing Mammon to jump from his sofa in shock and look out the door in a panic, when he saw you were the one to rush in he let out a breath of relieved.
"Why did ya barge into my room like that?! I thought you were Lucifer!"
This makes you roll your eyes slightly because he's obviously the one who often bursts into your room without even knocking.
He was about to nag you again when you ran up to him with an amused smile on your face, it made him just shut up, how can he continue nagging you when you smile like that!
"I have something for you!"
He looks at you rummaging through your pocket with an excited look, thinking you're going to give him something precious. (Actually, as long as it is your gift, he will think it is precious.)
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you!"
Blushing and starting to stutter when you show him your heart finger with a big smile. Telling you stammeringly that he will accept your love so you should be honored when the Great Mammon takes it.
You pretend to put it back in your pocket to tease him saying you've reconsidered and don't want to give it anymore. This make Mammon quickly grabs your hand and tells you that once you give it to him, you can't take it back!
He blushes a second time because he realizes he's holding your hand now but won't let go for fear you'll want to pull it back again. The fact that you giggle and call him cute doesn't really help much.
Hold your hand and don't let go for the rest of the day while you both watch movies in his room all day. He wants to be near you as much as possible especially after you give him such an adorable gift ^^!
Leviathan
You knock on Levi's door and after reading the password he lets you in. You see him sitting on the floor playing game.
"MC, do you want to play along? I just bought some new two-player games!"
He happily tells you when he sees you walk in, only to be surprised to see that you are smiling the same big smile and walking quickly in front of him causing him to quickly blush.
"I have something for you!"
Pause the game and look at you curiously as you start rummaging through your coat pocket.
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you!"
Leviathan.exe has stopped working.
How can you be so cute?? It overloaded his little otaku heart you know?! Are you trying to kill him with love? If you are, then it's working because his heart is beating so fast it could fly out of his chest and come hug you!
Blushing fiercely while stammering how a useless and introverted otaku like him is worthy of your love before being interrupted by you saying that you are the one to decide who is worthy and you see how great he is.
Crying out of happiness and wondering how he can have someone as amazing as you by his side.
He give you a handmade Henry plushie as a thank you <3.
Satan
He's sitting in the library when you go to find him, a thick book in his hand. He seems to be aware of your presence as he immediately looks up as you push through the door and greets you with a gentle smile.
"MC, you seem to have come across something funny, don't you?"
He commented when he saw your grin face, from his point of view you now look like a cat that just stole something precious and brought it to its owner to show off.
"I have something for you!"
Eyebrows raised in amusement as you rummaged through your pocket and closed the book that he were reading after putting the bookmark in. He has a feeling that what you are going to show him will be much more interesting than this book.
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you!"
Thump
That is the sound of the Avatar of Wrath's heart skipping a beat at the cuteness of the human before him. You really know how to make him fall in love with you deeper dont you? But he didn't complain either.
He gives you a sweet smile and takes your hand gently, thanking you for the wonderful gift, that he'll cherish it and placing a light kiss on the back of your hand.
He invites you to go on a date with him at the cat cafe as a thank you for your lovely gift.
Asmodeus
You go to his room and find him sitting reading a magazine by his dressing table. He gives you a lovely smile when he sees you coming to his room.
"MC! I'm glad that you came to see me hon, I'm starting to get bored."
You nodded and happily walked over to him. Your happy smile makes him happy too because he knows it's your "I have something very interesting" smile.
"I have something for you!"
"Oh what is it?"
He watches you rummage through your pocket excitedly, trying to guess what it will be when he finds you searching for a long time in your coat pocket. Is it perfume or some magic item that Solomon gave you?
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you!"
Squeal! He squeal happily before rushing to hug you in a tight hug. Why are you so cute! This is truly the cutest gift in the world!
Fill your face with little kisses while thanking you for this sweet gift. Tell you that he'll appreciate it and that he loves you too. Love you very much - he said while rubbing his face against your cheek.
Posting on Devilgram to brag to everyone about his human cuteness.
Take you shopping with him right after, let him spoil you all day as a thank you gift MC!
Beelzebub
Beel is emptying the fridge for the nth time of the day when you run to find him. As soon as he heard someone coming, he quickly turned his head thinking that you were Lucifer, but when he saw that the person coming was you, he immediately greeted you with a small smile.
"Oh MC, did you come here to get some snacks too?"
You shook your head and walked up to him with a cheerful face.
"No, I have something for you Beel!"
He looks at you curiously as you start rummaging through your pockets, he doesn't smell any food so he can't guess what you're going to give him. But for Beel, he's happy to receive a gift from you, so he doesn't really care what it is, as long as you're the one giving it, he likes it all.
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you!"
Beel will blush and almost drop the dish in his hand when he sees you pull out the little heart in your hand with a sweet smile for him. And in an instant you're wrapped in a warm embrace by this giant orange teddy, who spins you around for a moment before dropping you off.
Put on the sweetest smile in the world and take your hand seriously, telling you that he appreciates your gift and promises to protect it well.
He won't let go of your hand and hold your hand all day protecting it (and you) like he promised.
He'll invite you out for a meal at Hell's Kitchen as a thank you ^^!
Belphego
You find him sleeping soundly in his bed in the attic. Everyone knows that whenever the Avatar of Sloth sleep he won't wake up even if there's an earthquake, so it takes you a long time to wake him up.
At first he was quite annoyed at being woken up but it quickly disappeared when he realized the person who woke him up was you.
"AhâŠso you're the one who called me up MC. What's wrong?"
His sleepy face makes you chuckle and pat his head a bit before backing away a little with a grin.
"I have something for you!"
He slowly sits up when he sees your smile, something he knows usually shows up when you're about to tease him. When he sees you start rummaging through your pocket, he thinks maybe you have a new toy from Thirteen or something.
"Ta-da! It's my little love for you"
Blink in surprise at your cheerful smile and the heart of your finger then giggle. You're just too cute for your own good, making him want to keep you in the attic so no one can see your cuteness but him.
Taking your hand and pulling you down to the bed, he said he would gladly accept your gift and that he would keep it forever and then hugged you tightly.
Congratulations, you've captured the sloth demon's heart and your reward is a nap with him. You won't be able to escape his iron grip anytime soon so making yourself comfortable is the best thing you can do right now.
If you're not sleepy, his warm hug and soft hum will also put you to sleep quickly.
Whisper softly he loves you when he saw you fell asleep with a gentle smile and fell asleep soon after to meet you in the dream world <3
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