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Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan and Satan with A MC Who Masks Their Feelings
I probably won't be doing the rest because I feel like I'm deviating from the original ask, and it's beem four days or more...? since I last posted a work. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to do the rest.
LUCIFER
Lucifer was a master of his emotions. Even when faced with those he particularly disliked, the demon puts on an elaborate mask. Masks were needed in public, to conceal his hidden self. But even he would snap after having been subject to his brothers tantrums and string them upside down from the ceiling.
Leviathan had them cosplay with him in his room for the majority of the day during the weekend. From what Lucifer could make out from the sound of the 'bleep-bloop' music, it seemed like an exhausting activity.
Yet he didn't see MC complain or bat an eye, not even once. Their smile remained when they met his eyes in the hallway, and before he could open his mouth Asmodeus whisked them away to his room for a self-care session.
At least, they could get some sleep this way. Lucifer had seen his younger brother apply face masks and lie down for a while. It seemed relaxing.
But that totally wasn't the case when MC stepped out with their nails and hair done, and a list of beauty products to maintain their skin.
Typical Asmodeus, Lucifer had thought.
Then came lunch, where his brothers fought over whom should get to spend time with MC. Looking up from his plate of food, he saw Mammon leave with them, to make them participate in their tomfoolery.
Between his own stack of paperwork, he saw MC with all his brothers, except him.
They all got their time, but Lucifer wants his too with them.
But as soon as he went to the library to place a book, he saw them sitting on a desk, surrounded by textbooks.
"This homework is to be submitted tomorrow, correct?"
"Ah—Yes," Your voice cracks at the end, another tired sigh threatening to escape your chest when you remember that you still have four more subjects to cover. And you haven't even made a dent in the pile yet. But the dent has to be made; so you pick up your pen from where it lied discarded on your lap and begin writing.
The disappointed look in your eyes doesn't go unnoticed by the demon.
"Then why are you doing this right now? It's an hour past midnight."
The incessant scribbling stops, your hands stop moving and a terrible, terrible silence remains. The worst thing is, you don't need to look up to see his disappointed gaze.
"I—I was busy and the next thing I knew it was night and I have to submit this tomorrow, so," You force a smile on your face, feeling the way your eyes wish to close and sleep, but you smile. "I'm doing it now."
Lucifer inspects the pages. Of Potions and Spells, pacts and their usage, Devildom History and—
"What exactly has kept you occupied that you couldn't complete your tasks?"
Something inside you cracks.
"I-" You open your mouth to speak, but all you see is your vision getting blurry and a sinking feeling in your chest. "Levi and I cosplayed today, then Asmodeus had a self-care session with me, and then Mammon wanted me to watch a movie with him, and then—"
"The rest of my brothers occupied your time, didn't they?"
He takes the shrug of your shoulders as a yes.
"Why did you let them? You could have always told them that you were busy with your tasks, yet you let yourself be tangled in their stupid activites."
He intends the words to be frank.
"I didn't want to."
"Didn't want to what? MC, do remember that the reputation of you as an exchange student is on the line. Diavolo has chosen you and you—"
"That's exactly why!"
Your voice comes out harsh, loud, and you have to stop your lower lip from trembling. Something inside of you bursts, and when you make out Lucifer's form staring at you, you delve into tears.
"You—You're all so powerful and you've got a lot of work on your hand! You have to look after everyone and make sure we don't get into trouble!"
The demon stands perplexed. "That's my role, isn't it?"
He doesn't understand as to why you've started sobbing even harder.
So, the Avatar of Pride strides over to your sobbing form on the chair and drapes his coat over your trembling shoulders, letting the warmth of the material offer you some comfort.
Then, with unsure hands he takes you into a hug, letting his hands firmly rest in your hair and one on the nape of your neck; feeling the pounding under the skin.
"You've got a lot of things already in your hands and now you've got me to look after. I—I don't want to burden you all even further than I'm doing! The—The least I can do is go along. I'll complete these soon and," He notices the way your red eyes frantically glance at the scattered textbooks, a hand already reaching out to grab a pencil. "I'll submit these tomorrow and then you won't have to—"
You look down to see he has taken the pencil, out of your reach.
"You won't."
When your confused gaze meets his own, Lucifer presses a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, letting you rest your head on his chest.
With his calming scent and the warmth of the jacket, you feel relaxed, and sleepy.
"You aren't being a burden, you aren't inconveniencing any of us in any way. Rather, it's us who inconvenience you."
A chuckle spills past your lips, making Lucifer smile.
"Take pride in yourself. You've managed to tame my incorrigible brothers and... changed me as well. That is no easy feat."
He squeezes you a bit tighter.
"So, get some rest and remember, I'm proud of you."
MAMMON
He thought he would take MC along to the casino that has just come up in a shady part of the Devildom, away from the scrutiny of royalty and officials.
MC would just love to see his skills, won't they? Watch how he wipes the table and beats everyone!
That was the plan... Because, when he got too distracted in the game he didn't notice that MC had slinked away, probably to get some fresh air, away from the stuffed room.
He should have gone and checked. He should have come along with them.
"It's okay Mammon," You mumble, your gaze darting between his angry eyes and the bloody bodies on the floor.
You shouldn't have gone out, to be honest. You should have sat quietly and observed Mammon, but you just had to leave. And now here you are, a pathetic mess on the floor, and now he has to care for you when he could have been winning.
Pathetic.
"What do you mean? You think this," He points a finger at your bleeding arm.
"Is okay?"
You force a smile on your face despite the pain. "I can always fix it when we get back to the House. You don't have to worry—"
"Worry?"
The demon's voice comes in a tone that makes you flinch. Like he's heard that the Sun is a square and that birds live in oceans. Like that you're injured and had the audacity to spoil his time.
But Mammon doesn't say those words.
"I'm supposed to protect you, dammit!"
Something inside of you sinks.
You know you're being a burden. A human to take care and ensure they're not killed, have to become a babysitter when you could be literally doing anything else.
You're a nuisance.
"Why didn't you call for me? You should have called me and I would have been there, heck, why did I not see you leave?! You could have been killed."
At least you would have stopped being a burden.
"I—," Your voice comes out in whispers. "I didn't want to bother you, Mammon."
The demon widens his eyes, and the sound of his shoes as they squelch against the blood on the floor make you cringe.
"Bother?" He grabs your shoulders, and against the backdrop of the alleyway his eyes burn even brighter. "You thought it was okay to go and die if it mean I won't be," The demon imitates your tone.
"Bothered ?"
Your hands tremble.
"I'm sorry—" You mumble, already feeling tears swell in your eyes as your voice cracks. You can feel Mammon's dissappointment. One night of fun was all he had, and now you've gone and ruined it.
Such a burden.
"I—I didn't want to say no to you, because you looked so happy on taking me with you and—and now I've gone and ruined it! It wasn't supposed to go like this! Now you're all dirty and have to tend to a injured me," A dry laugh escapes you. "I'm weighting you down, Mammon. I'm being a burden."
And with the words in your that have weighted you down, are finally out, and cries shake your shoulders.
The demon wastes no time in crouching down and taking you in his arms. Wrapping them around your trembling form, he cradles your head with the palm that isn't bloody. He tucks your head in his chest, feeling the tears wet his skin. All the time, Mammon's gaze remains focused on you.
Only when your sobs seem to have quietened, does the demon speak.
"You aren't a burden to me, or to Lucifer or Satan, or anyone for that matter." He whispers, running circles on your back, feeling you take a deep breath.
"You've done so much for me, beared and given me kindness that I didn't get a lot, and now you're asking me to leave you here and go home?"
"I—You were winning and then I had to go out and get hurt and now Lucifer's going to be angry and I've ruined everything!"
The air around you is tense, still, as more sobs threaten to tear themselves out of your throat. Mammon says nothing for a while, and you close your eyes, expecting him to get up and leave any moment.
But that doesn't happen.
"Lucifer will be angry, you're right."
Something in your heart sinks at that.
"But I'll be more angry at myself for not being able to protect you. I'm your first man, dammit! I swore to keep you safe and if I can't even do my job then I'm scum! You've done so much for us all, patted my head after I got punished and fed our crows with me," The demon takes a deep breath, pressing a kiss on your head.
"You're not a burden. If anything, you're my happiness, my human, the only thing I'll be greedy for, goldie be damned."
LEVIATHAN
It took him a bit long to notice. Because when he's drowning in his own pool of self-loathing it takes him a bit of a while to notice.
His habit of going into rants for hours is normal for him, but strange to others. Wait, he's been talking since the past thirty minutes and you must be bored and annoyed by now—
But you're smiling, gesturing for him to continue. You...want him to speak...? Want him to go on another rant...?
You're lying. You must be. But then he sees your smile and that's enough to make him blush and stare at the waters as he resumes.
He doesn't notice the way your shoulders sag or the way your eyes droop, heavy with sleep.
Useless.
Utterly useless.
There you go, having killed yourself again and now Levi has to carry the team by himself, as your character lies dead on the screen. In the chat, you can see his teammates cursing at you, for being so "thick-skulled" as to be unable to even kill a single character, and a bot, at that.
"Hey."
He flashes you a soft smile, although his fingers are pressing on the controls, you can see that he's skilled in his area of expertise.
"It's alright, we can always practice and play again," The demon states, and you nod, setting down the controller in your lap as a flood of protests rises in the chat.
You both continue playing.
But not for long, because you just had to go and get yourself killed again when you should have been with your teammates. Can't even stick to a group.
Dead weight.
You don't notice the way your lips are trembling, or the downcast look in your eyes. But Leviathan does. He's experienced it himself—the frustration at not being able to beat a boss when stuck on a level.
And he can't bear to see his player two like this.
"Don't mind them," He whispers, both your eyes darting towards the chat where his teammates are fuming over this noob having ruined the game with their useless self. Levi winces, before disabling the chat, but the text remains.
"It's okay," You whisper, setting down the controller as you sigh, feeling the air escape your lungs shakily. "It's better if I don't participate, I've ruined...this game for you. You had to carry the whole team and I thinks it's best if.."
If you leave.
If you don't play.
If you stay quiet and watch, for that's the most you can do.
"I'll help you! Don't go—no, not now!"
His voice is desperate, for you just came in his room to play, and he finally got a moment alone with you away from his pesky brothers.
"It's—It's just that you're so good at this and I can barely press a button properly, and the only thing I've done since I sat here is get myself killed and now you had to carry the whole team," You trail off, your eyes now focused on Henry as he languidly swims in his home.
"I'm being dead weight here, Leviathan, I'm being a burden."
He nearly drops his own controller at that, and Levi snaps his neck to gaze at your sullen frame.
He reaches out a hand, to perhaps hold your hand like he's seen Asmodeus do or hug you the way Beel does; but Levi backs away at the last moment. Physical contact has never been his thing, but you're his player two, his Henry, in distress.
So he reaches out to grab the sleeve of your upper garment, wanting to withdraw his hand when your gaze falls on it, but Levi stays.
"You're not a burden! You've listened to me rant about anime for hours! No one listens to me the same way you do! You're the only one who genuinely takes interest in my interests, even if you don't understand you don't cut me off like my brothers do! You're so kind—and—and you're an angel!"
Angel, that's what he called you when you came into his room with a plate of food after Beel ate his share. When you sat down and listened to him rant and cosplayed with him. When you pulled him out of the same despair you are in now.
"Don't listen to them, MC, they're idiots. They're the real noobs here," He mutters, exiting the game you two were playing and putting on some anime you mentioned liking earlier.
This time, he places his hand over yours.
SATAN
Another test with low grades. Lucifer wouldn't be pleased, and he offered to tutour MC for some of their classes.
They declined, saying they would study harder this time for the upcoming tests.
Satan watched from the shadows, bringing them tea when he could feel them get agitated at the coursework. Time passed, and when Satan was passing the library he heard sobs from inside.
"MC?" He whispers, careful not to scare them away. Just as he rounds the corner, he sees them sitting at their desk, smiling as they wave at him.
Weren't they crying before?
"Were you...crying?" The blonde demon questions kindly, observing the way their eyes widen before resuming back into the smile.
"No—It's nothing at all. I was just going through the book, that's all."
He arches an eyebrow, observing how they fidget uncomfortably at his movements. The demon pulls a chair and sits besides them, observing the workbook which is filled with answers—some right and some wrong, and a few tear stains.
"It's okay, MC. I can help you if you need," Satan mutters, gently placing a hand on their shoulder; but removing it when he notices how they flinch.
"There's nothing wrong. I'm fine, Satan."
He can clearly see something's not right. The tear stains on the paper, the muted sobs in the library and your uncanny behaviour, they weren't imagined by him.
"Clearly, there's something wrong," He mumbles, lowering his voice as he turns to look them in the eyes. They don't make eye contact with him.
"I'm okay, Satan," You assure, ignore the way your lower lip trembled or the heaviness in your chest. You don't need to bother him, when he's already got a lot on his hands.
The blonde demon's face twists in confusion.
"I just want to help you, MC, in any way I can." He angles their face to look them in the eyes, and he swears he sees tears well in them.
"Please, MC, I want to help you. I can't help you if you won't help me."
"Please."
Something in your chest falls. "There's—There's nothing wrong, Satan. I'm okay, it's—it's just that I need to study this for the upcoming test otherwise I'll disappoint Lucifer—I'll disappoint all of you and—and I don't want that and I—"
You don't realise your voice is nearing hysterics as you speak, or that your tears have already started flowing.
"Shhhh," The demon mumbles, gathering your hands in his own as he attempts to calm you down. He can feel the way your shoulders shake with sobs that built up, and now are finally being left free.
He lets you weep in his arms; rubbing circles into your shoulders to comfort you, feeling every whimper stab into his heart. Satan doesn't want to see you in distress. If you let him, he'll help you in whichever ways he can.
And for a while you lie there, in his arms as you cry, releasing all the the pain and the frustration you've kept bottled up for weeks. The blonde demon says nothing, letting you release your emotions and comfort you in the ways he can.
"I—I don't want to be a burden to you—you've—you've already helped me so much and you've got a lot of work and I'm struggling with mere homework and tests—I," A weak laugh escapes your lips, and you set your forehead on his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat. "I'm being a burden."
"No."
Satan mutters firmly, setting his hands on your cheeks and wiping away the tears as he meets your gaze. Seeing the despair in your eyes fills him with worry. "You aren't being a burden, MC."
You shake your head. "Don't lie, Satan. You and I both know I couldn't even complete a mere spell-casting last week."
"Don't you see?" The demon speaks, wiping away another tear that has welled from the corner of your eyes. "You've made me see and feel emotions that I didn't even think I could feel before. You're the one who can calm my anger, and make me appreciate scenery never seen before. You have helped my brothers in countless ways, and," He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, on his heart, where you can feel his heart beat slowly bit steadily.
"You've comforted me when I was at my lowest. You've done so much for us, and a simple test can't compare to that. So please, don't say that about yourself."
Hello! This is my first time requesting so I'm sorry if there's anything wrong so I was wondering a Satan x gn!mc angst where it was late and Satan is still awake so mc tried to give him coffee/tea (whatever you decide) and ended up tripping and staining one of Satans favorite book and Satan blowing up on mc? And after that mc gives Satan a silent treatment and now Satan is starting to feel bad, you can decide on the ending! Also if this is too detailed you can leave out most of the plot(✿^‿^) thank you<3
Ever since you stepped into their lives, the House of Lamentation has never been the same.
From baby-proofing various artefacts and rooms, to ensuring that items on the cafeteria menu are safe for humans to eat, and also making way into the hearts of the demons around, you've impacted their lives tremendously.
And with your human love and habits, it's a gesture in thoughtfulness for the blonde demon who has been staying up late in his room.
So when you stepped into Satan's room with a cup of Mandragora tea, gaze falling on the demon surrounded by endless reports, one of the many tasks required, being the Treasurer, all you wanted was to put the cup on the bedside table.
And not fall on the ground.
"Dammit," You curse, clutching your elbow. Your foot tripping over one of the many books scattered in the room resulted in you falling forward, the teacup flying out of your hands as you tried to balance yourself. "That's why I keep nagging you to arrange the books better," You say, and when the demon doesn't respond only then you look from where you were nursing your elbow.
The tea spilled.
Of course.
Never mind that it was a rare blend that you managed to procure from Barbatos, never mind broken porcelain, but the stained book—
Utterly drenched.
And the man is eerily silent. A sign that you've come to learn means the calm before the storm. The smile he flashes before breaking into a fit of wrath.
"I'm sorry."
You mutter, fully aware and knowing that the both of you know this was an accident. Stray manuscripts and a messy room never mixed well.
The demon's chest rises up and down rapidly.
"Did you even know," He growls, teeth glinting in the moonlight, "How precious this book was?"
Your eyes fall on the stained pages, and the cover itself tells you that this was a rare manuscript, handwritten more centuries ago than your human life could withstand.
"I know." You avert your eyes. "I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have left it lying around in the first place. But we'll ensure this won't happen next time." You walk over to the spot where it lies, bending down to pick up the book in hopes of salvaging it, but it's snatched out of your hands.
"What—"
"Don't touch it. You'll damage it further," Satan responds, biting off each word. His hands clutch the soggy paper, the liquid having made the ink seep through the pages.
"I had procured the book after having waited for five hundred centuries for it." He seethes, rage already spilling into his tone. "And I didn't even get the chance to read it properly. This book was priceless." A frown, before the familiar expression of anger replaces it, eyes darker than what they were before.
"Maybe it could be saved," You mutter, visibly hurt by the demon's comment, and also quite wary of the way his fingers tighten around the bookshelf.
He had torn out a slab of wood and hurled it at Lucifer, one time ago.
You step forward, mindful of the books on the floor; lest you trip again and another calamity might fall.
You extend an arm forward, wanting to grab the demon's hand and comfort him in the way you've done many times before.
He moves so quickly that you don't have time to react, and the spot where Satan once was is empty. You spy him by the window, demon form out for all to see, and you're reminded that it took a longer time for him to change into another form, for he usually transforms in the blink of an eye when circumstances that threaten his wrath to reveal appear.
"Satan, please." Your voice comes out smaller than you intended it to be, but the demon doesn't meet your gaze. Your fingers hesitate, but you know by now that the demon doesn't want you to touch him. "There must be spells or incantations, or maybe we could go to Lucifer or Solomon, they might know how," You suggest, fully knowing and believing in the capabilities of both; their reputation and their actions that you have witnessed testimony to the fact.
Satan tenses at the mention of the Avatar of Pride.
"Of course he'll know all the things I don't," He mumbles, and you can feel the sadness in his voice, the silent but loud resignation in believing Lucifer is better, more skilled and more knowledgeable at facing and fixing all problems and situations. "You should have gone to his room, then."
The demon's voice is a low warning.
Your brows furrow in irritation. "Why would I go to his room? I care about you all, Satan, and I was only suggesting," You say, mindful of your own annoyance, careful to not escalate anything further. Satan looks at you for a moment, before delving into the darkness of the room, where the moonlight doesn't reach.
His eyes still shine, green and catlike.
"If Lucifer can solve everything, why don't you just go to him instead of coming to my room and spilling tea on precious manuscripts?" He snarls, voice delving into a growl at the end, and it makes you jolt.
You're reminded that you're living with demons, Avatars, literal personification of sins and not just the people you've grown close to.
And even then, it makes you angry.
"I could have gone to his room, and offered him a cup of tea, and sat down by his side, couldn't I?" You bite back, jaw tense. "But I chose to come here. To offer you a cup of tea because—because—you've been staying up late and I wanted to, but," Your throat tightens, and you have to stop for a moment to collect yourself, as Satan remains silent, his eyes the only sign that he's listening. "I trip on the books you keep scattered around, 'arranged' as you call it, and then this happens because of no fault of mine and you blow up on me!"
"You should have seen it lying on the floor!"
"Precious books are meant to be on bookshelves!"
"Get out."
"What?" You murmur in disbelief, not believing the audacity of the man. Your fists clench, the knuckles turning white.
"I said get out, human." He doesn't look at you anymore, chest heaving and tail lashing behind him like a whip. You turn around, leaving the demon to his own devices as you close the door with a slam.
And as soon as that happens, more books are flung against the wall.
You barely see Satan now.
The brothers had caught wind of the situation, for the destruction that echoed through the house was enough to wake its residents. Beel had approached first, but seeing the sour look on you face and the terrible noise of wood breaking, he understood.
So did the others.
Lucifer didn't react much, except for putting a hand on your shoulder and asking to stay away from the blonde demon's room for the time being. His face might have been utterly devoid of emotion, but the way he wrunged his hands when he thought you had left spoke volumes.
Three days and two nights without you approaching his room again, ignoring Satan and asking Asmodeus to pass you items instead, and sometimes when your own heart tightened at the way those emerald eyes gazed at you, you would give the plate to Beel before leaving, not bothering to finish your food.
The man's presence was enough to make your huger vanish and your heart ache, too.
You see his lips forming into a thin line when you pass by him in the hallway, or the corridors of RAD, Solomon's expression changing noticing the usual lack of communication between you and the blonde demon. Simeon knows too, and although he's looking for ways to make you both talk again, you haven't entertained his ideas, declining with a smile. Luke knows, and he thought the demon had hurt you, and the angel was on the verge of storming to Satan himself and making him apologise.
You stopped him. There was no need to, and you don't know if Satan would willingly apologise, or wait for you to break the silence.
Diavolo and Barbatos know, but they haven't brought the topic up except for a comment here and there. It's assumed things will eventually resolve, but you don't even see the end yet.
You're hurting.
Satan is too.
After he had nearly destroyed his room to smithereens, Lucifer had entered the room and not even flinched when the blonde demon's tail was merely inches away from his face.
The man had only expressed his disappointment.
And even though he didn't realise himself, having burst into a fit of anger again, it was only after everything had settled that the demon fell to his knees, and clutched the broken teacup in his hands.
You are worth more than a book.
And what had he done?
Drove you away, he reminisces bitterly, carefully decorating the cupcake with frosting. He's careful not to apply too much pressure or too little, until the cupcake is decorated the way he likes.
Cat-shaped, in different colors.
It''s his attempt at apologising. Satan would have gone earlier, being of the opinion that conflicts are best resolved immediately, but when it comes to you, sometimes, both of you build walls that don't let the other in.
Relationships, whether on Earth or in the Devildom, are complicated.
He turns around, looking for a large plate on which to place the sweet treats. The demon needs to move immediately, for if Beel catches a scent the cupcakes will be gone in a flash, and all that effort would have been for nothing.
Nimble fingers pull out the plate, and Satan places it on the counter before turning around swiftly to grab the cupcakes, and his hip bangs against the edge of the table.
The demon hisses.
And then he hears a scoff.
His head snaps upward almost immediately, and his eyes meet familiar ones; of yours. Your expression is one of disbelief, an unamused look in your gaze.
You would have thought that his expression of pain was meant for you, evidence at the displeasure of you being in the kitchen when the blonde demon is already there.
Damn his demonic habits.
You turn around immediately, already moving out of the kitchen towards your room, your footsteps heavy.
It's the first time you had made eye contact with him since the fight, and Satan realises how much he actually missed your presence. "Wait!" He calls out, voice much more desperate than he had intended it to be, but it is effective in making you halt.
He rushes past, still decked in his apron.
"Please, just talk to be for a minute!" He pleads, eyebrows furrowed and gaze downcast. You eye the man up and down, noticing how his eyes stay trained on the floor, and you let a sigh spill past your lips.
"A minute," You say, voice firm. "A minute, and no more."
The demon finally turns his head upwards, and the desperation reflecting in his gaze shocks you temporarily. Such emotions haven't been seen in demons by you, or at least those that you reside with. Maybe there's not much of a difference in the emotions of humans and demons and angels.
Maybe.
"I'm sorry," He mumbles, hand on his side. "I'm so sorry, I—I shouldn't have kept that book on the floor and shouted at you."
Your face stays emotionless.
The man takes it as a sign to continue.
"I didn't mean anything....what I said, and you don't have to forgive me." He swallows thickly, his voice having started breaking in the end. "But I want you to know that such an incident I will never let happen again, and that I am thankful for what all you do for me."
"And I will look down the next time when I come to your room with tea," You say, smiling softly at the demon. You take note of the man before you, with a dirtied apron and frosting on his cheek, and an expression similar to a sad kitty.
Satan's such a cat sometimes.
You wipe off the frosting with your finger, and while the demon blushes realising, he lets you do it.
"You don't—shouldn't forgive me so easily," He mumbles, heart still paining knowing what he said and did that night. "I deserve punishment."
"You've already tortured yourself enough, so don't do that anymore, that's my job." You joke, a reference to the human world movies that you had insisted on the brothers watching a fortnight ago.
Satan smiles, looking at you, eyes brimming with tears.
The demon doesn't let his walls down so easily, and to see him in such a vulnerable state means that he trusts you a lot. More than you could imagine.
And it makes your throat tighten.
So you lean forward and hug the demon, tightening your arms around his waist and burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply. Satan hesitates for a moment, but embraces you back, placing a hand atop your head.
"You've been smelling of vanilla lately." You comment, placing a kiss on the skin there. "What were you making?"
"I made cupcakes," He confesses, stroking your hair with his fingers. "You like them."
"As much as I'd like to not interrupt," Asmodeus's voice calls out, and Satan gives him an annoyed glance. "I wanted to ask if I could eat the cupcakes in the kitchen."
"They're for MC," He responds, still holding you in his arms.
"But the other have already started digging into them—"
youre such a cool writer i have to put something in ur ask box!!
lucifer with fangs (or any character lmao) but mc/reader touching the fangs?? idk been in my head for a bit but i cant figure out how to write it
The idea strikes you when you're sitting in the study with said demon, as he works through proposals and budgets. You've bugged him to give you gossip, and from why you’ve gathered you know that the House of Lords are truly assholes at their finest. One of them was caught with ten millions worth of Grimm which were supposed to be funds for RAD. And ooh, that one time when the representatives from the vampire realm had to leave the banquet hall because of the garlic dishes there. The event had to be rescheduled, but at least you got to stay home for the day then.
Ah
"Lucifer?"
"Yes?" He replies curtly, gaze still fixated on the document before him. His eyebrows are furrowed, and by the frown on his face it seems he's not pleased with the proposal presented to him. He places it in a separate corner of his table, and picks the next document from the pile.
"Do you suck peoples blood through your fangs?" You mutter, and observe the demon pause momentarily before looking up at you.
He squints his eyes. "Where...did that question come from?" Lucifer shakes his head. "You have been watching too much of those vampire shows lately."
"So they're useless."
"Now, don't get ahead of yourself there." He continues writing, the scribbling of pen against paper evidence. "They're simply a part of demon anatomy, meant to display aggression and dominance, injure, and of course," Lucifer smirks at you. "Biting and marking."
He grins, and his fangs seem so sharp against the fire.
Your face feels hot.
Damn this demon.
You choose to continue, wanting to satiate your curiosity before letting Lucifer fluster you any further. "Can I touch them? You ask nonchalantly, resting your chin on the armrest.
Lucifer stops in his tracks, ogling you before shaking his head. "If you want to, be my guest." He stands up, striding over to where you are. He bends down so that his face is on level with yours, and his next words are whispered. "I would only allow you this privilege though."
You smile.
Lucifer lets you inspect his teeth, observes you look at them with fascination. If anyone told him centuries ago that he would have his teeth prodded and inspected, that too by not a dentist but a human, he would have laughed in their face.
But reality is something else.
You let your finger run along the sharp canines, slightly in awe of how well-maintained they are. And his fangs look so sharp, and so intimidating—
"Ack!"
Without a warning, Lucifer bites down (gently) on your finger, ensuring to put only the slightest of pressure. Enough to surprise but not hurt you. And he seems to revel in your surprise too, chuckling a bit.
"At least warn me before!" You poke his nose accusingly, letting him take delight in your reaction. "I'll bite your hand like you did, and then chomp down shake shake shake—"
Brothers waking up in the middle of the night to see that MC is shivering in the cold? Like they just wake up and realise that their human is shivering in the cold (I headcannon the devildom is cold af)
You're Cold and Far Away
LUCIFER
He's used to sleeping alone, ever since the day they fell from the Celestial realm.
The cold in this foreign environment seeped through his bones, and hence he bundles up with blankets and jackets. No matter how much the demon stoked the embers in the fireplace or closed windows shut; he sometimes still woke up shivering.
But then you came and made your way in his bed, and he's ever glad to you for having chosen him. And you bring with you warmth, that he sometimes likes to savour by discarding his gloves to thread his fingers with your own, and let himself be vulnerable.
And when Lucifer wakes up in the middle of the night to find out that you're not by his side, a frown makes its way on his face. He sits up, blanket wrapped around his hips. The chill in the air makes his way through his nightshirt.
He shivers.
"MC?" He mumbles, voice lazed with sleep. "Where are you—oh."
His hand finds your arm, and he nearly flinches with how cold your skin is.
"Come here," The demon mutters, "You'll get a cold."
Placing a hand on the back of your head, and one on your back, he pulls you towards him, gentle touches—having picked up his brothers deep in sleep from the couch before—and doesn't rest until your head is tucked away in his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat when you would be awake. A swirl of his fingers, and the blanket is now draped over you both again.
He needs to place a spell on it, it seems.
"Sleep well." He places a kiss to your temple, resting his chin on your head. "I love you."
And the best sleep that Lucifer has is when you're with him.
MAMMON
If you were to ever warm your cold feet by slipping them inside the demon's shirt, the first thing you would notice would be the warmth of his body.
Second would be his scream ringing in your ears.
He squawks, sitting upright on the bed where he was fast asleep. Groggily, he blinks aside some of the haze that slumber brings.
"Your feet are too cold for me! Always surprising me—wait—"
He places a hand on the spot where you usually sleep, and finds it cold. But demonic vision allows him to see you, with your hands dangling off the edge of the bed and your feet, as always, on his torso.
"You're goin' to catch a cold," He mutters, voice laced with affection. "Can't have you sick on me."
Gently lifting your body from the edge of the bed, Mammon places your head on the pillow, taking care to ensure that the comforter previously only covering him now covers you as well. Until you're tucked in snugly with his arms enveloping yours.
Until he knows you'll stay and never be severed.
LEVIATHAN
He wakes up and assumes you're gone.
It's during the darkest hours of the night that Leviathan is forced to awaken by the chill that seems to immobilise him. When he is left alone with nothing but his own thoughts, and seeks you out. Ever so hesitant, and yet so envious all the same.
Your name is whispered, and it feels as if his chest sinks further and further—you have left—haven't you? But doesn't he deserve this? After all he is but—
His hand finds way on your arm.
He jolts.
And realisation floods Levi's conscience. That it was the release of a new movie that you both had sat down to watch, and you had stayed.
And fallen asleep with him.
He blinks back tears that cloud his vision, and a small smile appears on his face. Levi gently nudges you to the center of the bed in your room, trying his best to ensure you don't wake up. And after deeming it satisfactory, he slips the blanket over you two, and settles down in his rightful place.
Leviathan hesitates, for a moment.
And then, his hand snakes around your torso and his head gets buried in your back.
It'll take a while, but Leviathan will get used to you being here for him from now on.
SATAN
The window bangs against the wall, creating a noise that makes the blonde demon swear.
Bedhead and all, he gets up abruptly, only to find that the window has been forced open by the wind, and the blanket is wrapped around his hips.
Oh.
That's why he's cold.
Satan adjusts the material as he sees fit, and places his head right back down on the pillow, ready to go back to sleep.
And jolts right back up.
Where are you? You were right there with him when he went off to sleep. He remembers feeling your warmth on his chest before closing his book.
HIs hand brushes past your leg, and Satan can't help but chuckle at discovering that you've managed to turn yourself upside-down on the bed.
"Come here, darling." He whispers, and the words slide off his tongue smoothly, like he's been calling you that for centuries. Careful to not disturb your sleep, he resorts to placing his pillow where your head lies, and slides a hand under your head to place it on his chest.
This is where the demon of wrath is truly at peace.
ASMODEUS
His skin will dry out.
The devildom's chill at this time of the year makes even the bravest of demons bundle up in furs and jackets, and Asmodeus knows that if he doesn't moisture his skin will flake and crack.
So he bundles up in warm clothes and sets up a spell, to keep his bed warm.
And yet, he finds that he still feels cold.
The demon removes the eye mask, blinking back sleep as he looks for you. "MC?" He mumbles your name. "Where are you, dear?"
Upon closer inspection, he finds that your legs are now hanging off the edge of the bed, and your head is twisted around the confines of a blanket.
He laughs, the sound bright and cheery.
"Always so adorable, aren't you?" He coos, simultaneously adjusting himself so that your head now rests on fine silk. "But you need to take proper care of yourself. I can't have—"
I can't—
Words left unspoken, but their impact felt in the way his throat momentarily tightens.
His face comes to hide itself in your shoulder, uncaring of the fact that his hair may be ruined.
"Good night, MC."
BEELZEBUB
Hunger pangs wake him up.
Ever so persistent, they've taught Beelzebub many things too. That patience goes a long way, and hunger makes things all the more sweeter.
He would do that, earlier. Before you came. Got up and fetched himself and his brother a snack, and gobbled up the contents of the fridge.
But now, another feelings consumes him.
It's affection, deep and unyielding. Seen in the way he holds you close and gently, careful of his hands around your waist as he lifts you up, the cheering in the stadium deafening. When he takes the heaviest of the groceries from you, or offers to carry you when you're tired.
It's protectiveness, seen in the way his hand holds yours gently, enduring that you both make good way through the crowd, and that you are unharmed. It's when he walks with you to Madam Screams at 3am, ready to follow you wherever you go.
It is love, when he adjusts your form on the bed so that you do not shiver in the cold, placing his large hands over own, gliding them over your arms to warm you up. It is in the blunt way he never wavers over expressing his feelings for you.
It is when he places a chaste kiss on your temple as you sleep, that Beelzebub feels truly at home.
"Good night. Love you."
BELPHEGOR
Belphegor almost resembles a grumpy cat when he wakes up.
Hair sticking up in all the wrong directions, and a frown on his face when he realises that you're not near.
"Come on," He mutters, searching blindly for you in the dark. "Where are you?" The demon looks, and yet his hands only come in contact with the cold fabric.
He gets up, and his movements reflect those of a being in panic.
He can't help it.
Eyes widened, he searches for you, until he sees you dead asleep in a corner, head hidden in your arms. Belphegor giggles, you being too adorable for your own good.
And yet when he joins you on your spot and lies besides you, his heart seems to jump in his throat when you reach out for him in your sleep.
He takes your outstretched hand, kissing it gently before placing it on his cheek.
It's a nice feeling.
It's nice to be loved by you.
And he doesn't know what he did to deserve it, but he damn well treasures it.
The demon adjusts your body so that you're both clinging to each other, body heat and blanket creating a warm environment for you both to sleep comfortably in.
There are times when Lucifer is acutely aware of how much he needs you. For so long, he survived without you. How many years had he spent working, fighting, protecting his family, all on his own? He hadn't needed you before. When had you walked so freely into his heart?
Lucifer couldn't be sure when it began. Perhaps it was the day you first made him hell coffee and the bitter flavor exploded on his tongue. The revelation of your feelings was enough for him to realize his own - the acknowledgment of a fondness that had been creeping in ever since he first saw you.
Now he felt it every time you sat beside him in his office, keeping him company late into the night as he tackled his mountains of paperwork. He would look up from his desk to see you there, content to simply be in his presence. He couldn't deny the way his chest became warm when you inevitably sensed his regard, looked up to meet his eyes, and smiled.
Lucifer felt it every time you accompanied him to the store, keeping track of all the things his brothers requested. Things he would have forgotten if not for your consideration. The way you so effortlessly moved with him, working in tandem as though you had but one mind.
He felt it whenever you brought him a glass of Demonus as he sat in the music room, listening to the latest cursed record he had obtained. How you would linger in the doorway with the glass in your hand, giving him the chance to turn off the record if it was one you couldn't listen to before you came in.
For so long, Lucifer had believed he didn't need anyone else. Until you came along and stood beside him as though that's where you had always belonged. And the longer you stayed there, the more difficult it became for him to pretend he didn't need you.
Imagine Lucifer passing by you and lightly running his fingers across the back of your neck. Making you shiver from his touch alone, which he chuckles over. Then continues on as if he did nothing to you. However he'll repeat this process often in different ways throughout the day until he finally can have you all to himself. 💙
All Characters' Reaction to MC Who Likes to Poke Them
LUCIFER
He’s not having it when he’s busy.
Will frown and glare at you if you keep poking.
You think I’m scared of you, Mr Pridy McPrideface?
Just keep poking him, but make sure you poke him at longer intervals. Probably around 5 minutes before another poke?
That’s his reaction if he’s busy though but do it again when you two are cuddling.
“Beep!” you poked his cheek softly.
Lucifer will only look at you with wide eyes before cracking a smile.
“Why are you always so cute?”
Might give a kiss or two on your hand if he’s in the mood.
His pride does not permit him to poke you back, so you just have to keep being the one who pokes him.
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks. But on some rare occasions, you can see him blushing when you booped his nose.
MAMMON
Confused at first, but lets you be.
If ya wanna keep touchin’ the Great Mammon, who’s him to stop ya? secretly likes it
Understands that you poke him to get his attention.
One time, he was rambling on and on about his gambling adventure. But once he felt a gentle poke on his arm, he stopped talking and paid attention to you.
Since you used this method on him, he’ll use it to grab your attention too.
Please expect yourself to be poked a lot because Mammon doesn’t like it if you’re not paying attention to him.
“Hey! Pay attention to me!” Mammon poked you several times on your cheek.
Please give him his well-deserved attention along with some head pats to soothe your first demon.
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks and arms. Boop his nose too; he likes it very much.
LEVIATHAN
Blushy boy.
Very surprised when you first poked his arm.
The sudden contact between your finger and his flesh made him blush for about 10 minutes.
Please give him some space and time to calm down.
If you want to keep poking though, you need to announce it first so he didn’t scare himself.
“Levi, I’m gonna poke you on your cheek. Meep!”
Waaahhhh!!!! Why are you so cute?! THIS IS EXACTLY LIKE THAT ‘I Was Reincarnated To A Rock Kingdom Where My Job As The Babysitter Is To Poke The Rocks On The Garden But Then A Handsome Knight Came To Me And Said That I’ve Been Poking Them The Wrong Way And Now I Won’t Be Paid By The Royals! What Should I Do? Please Help Me!’ LIGHT NOVEL HE READ LAST NIGHT!
Secretly wants to poke you back but is very scared.
But with enough time and courage, you’ll find yourself getting poked by him too.
When that time comes, please give him your best smile and some head pats as a 'Good Job Well Done!’
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks
SATAN
Hmm?
Really doesn’t mind at all.
You’re poking him while he’s reading? Okay, glad you’re enjoying yourself, MC
You’re poking him while he’s playing with cats? Aww, you want attention too? Maybe later, after he’s done playing with the cats.
You’re poking him while he’s eating? Umm… Okay…?
“MC, I’m glad you find it comfortable being with me, but I’m eating right now. So, maybe later?”
If you decide to poke him while meowing (because that’s what I do to my friends), you’ll find him blushing and demanding more pokes because he wants to hear your meows.
If he’s in a good mood, he’ll poke you back as a sign of affection.
Overall, the best reaction in the three realms. Tantan husband material
Favourite place to be poked: Arms
ASMODEUS
Actually likes it a lot.
His love language is physical touch and having you poke him gives him the message that you’re comfortable around him.
Will poke you back immediately.
“Do you like touching me that much, Darling?” he poked you on your cheeks.
Might turn into a cuddling session if you agree.
You can poke him anytime you want. He’ll gladly accept it.
Except, maybe when he’s applying his makeup or styling his hair.
Then, he’ll get pissed off.
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks, arms, hands, palms. Boop his nose too, he thrives on it.
BEELZEBUB
Doesn’t mind 2.0
Will smile after you poked him.
Glad you’re feeling comfortable around him.
Actually wants to poke you back, but Belphie warns him not to.
With his strength, he might accidentally stab you with his finger.
And the poor guy does not want that.
But regardless, he will show his appreciation every time you poked him.
“Beep!” you ran towards him and poked his arms instinctively.
“Good morning, MC! Want some sandwich?”
If he’s in a good mood, he’ll give you a hug as a reply.
Favourite place to be poked: Arms and cheeks (if you can reach them, at least)
BELPHEGOR
Hated it at first.
You’re disturbing his sleep and for what, exactly?
But grows to like it very much.
Seeing your smile after you poked him makes him feel all tingly and warm on the inside.
Will not poke you back unless necessary.
“Hey. Hey MC. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, listen to me. Hey MC, hey.” This demon surely knows how to play his card well.
“What is it, Belphie?”
“Nothing, just want to say that you look great focusing on your studies like this.” He gave you a cheeky smile before lying back down to continue his nap.
Maybe not so necessary…
But hey! At least the cow man’s happy :D
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks. He also likes to be booped on the nose, so please do it often.
DIAVOLO
Loves it very much.
Poor lonely prince is very glad to know you’re comfortable with him.
He never gets treated like that because of his position, and seeing a powerless human like you poking him? He’ll gladly accept it.
Will want to poke you back.
It’s only fair that you get to know he’s comfortable around you too. Just as much as how you’re comfortable around him.
“Good day, MC.” Diavolo gave you a smile when he saw you approaching him.
“Meep!” you poked his arms as a reply.
He let out a hearty laugh, “Well, glad to know you’re doing fine.”
You’ll probably get lots of lectures from Lucifer when you touched Diavolo so recklessly, but the demon himself doesn’t mind, so please keep poking and give him your attention.
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks, arms, chest
BARBATOS
Doesn’t mind 3.0
Only smiles when you poke him.
Will not poke you back, but will drop everything he’s doing to give you attention.
Except, maybe when he’s attending to Lord Diavolo.
“Apologies MC, but I’m in the middle of making some tea for Lord Diavolo. Maybe we can spend some time after this?”
But still, if you choose to keep poking him while he’s working, he might give you a kiss or two on your forehead to make you stop.
He’s a hard-working butler. If Diavolo didn’t notice your constant poking on Barbatos’s hands, he probably wouldn’t rest at all.
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks and palms.
SIMEON
Doesn’t mind 4.0
Finds it amusing, even.
Will laugh and smile.
This angel is very honoured to know you like being around him.
Will definitely poke you back.
Likes to see your smile after he pokes you.
“Beep! You’ve been poked by moi.”
“Hello, MC,” Simeon poked you back on your arms, “How’re your classes for today?”
Now that he’s used to poking you as a sign of greetings, he found himself poking Luke next.
Favourite place to be poked: Arms, cheeks and also the palm. Also liked to be booped on the nose.
LUKE
Why are you treating me like a child, MC?!
Acts like he doesn’t like it.
But actually likes it a lot.
But still! Why are you treating him like a child??
This little angel is clever enough to get into college at such a young age.
So no, he’s not a child.
(Keep telling yourself that, Luke :D)
So just poke him. This little child secretly likes the attention.
Will accidentally poke you back if he’s too excited and in a very good mood.
He still doesn’t want to admit that he likes it though.
Favourite place to be poked: Cheeks
SOLOMON
Poking war.
The first time you poked him, he instantly grinned and ran to poke you back on your cheeks.
And so, you’ve been in a poking war with the sorcerer for about a few months now.
Lucifer and the brothers can’t catch a break every time Solomon comes to visit the House of Lamentation.
Because you two will run around the house for your war.
In truth, he actually likes them.
So please don’t forfeit or admit defeat or declare a truce.
I need to like spit this out really quickly but like with your MC’s adventures I can just imagine—
WHB!MC : Oh, hey Leviathan
Levi : stop that.
WHB!MC : Stop what????
Levi : stop calling me LEVIATHAN, gives me flashbacks to Lucifer calling me up to his office.
WHB!MC : … My Leviathan lets me call him Leviathan..
Levi : HAS HE EVER SUGGESTED NICKNAMES???
WHB!MC : HES A WAR GENERAL WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO CALL HIM??? POOKIEBEAR????
Imagine Lucifer's "MAMMONNNNN" but with Levi's full name XD everyone in the house is like 'oh shit' it's like that feeling when your parents call you by full government name lmao
(P.S: I'm introducing Bonus Parts to the MC Misadventures series! Feel free to send in your interactions and I'll try my best to write a response!)
Misadventures of the MCs #B1 (Bonus!!)
Taking the Besties home ptB1
Meanwhile...
OB!MC: Hey Levi-
WHB!Leviathan: *freezes* ...what did you just call me?
OB!MC: Levi! You know, short for Leviathan!
WHB!Leviathan: ...you are aware that I am the King of Hades and a war general?
OB!MC: Uh, yeah?...
WHB!Leviathan: ...you call a general of violent war such a cutesy nickname such as 'Levi'?
OB!MC: Yeah! Why not? It's what I call my Levi.
WHB!Leviathan: ...I see
WHB!Leviathan: Please refrain from addressing me that way in the future as I am not as familiar with you quite yet. Apologies.
OB!MC: Eh alright, want me to tell WHB!MC to call you that tho?
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