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(I hope this hasn't been done too much already, but I really wanted to do it)
So, if you've been in the same internet circle as I've been in, you probably know about this trend that's going around right now where people ask their partner to peel an orange for them.
It's supposed to kind of signify your partner's willingness to do something important to you, even if it seems mundane or even inconvenient for them.
So of course, I wanted to imagine what our favorite boys would do in this scenario.
Note: This is just for silly goofy times. A little ha-ha funny jape, if you will. Meaning not serious. If I think a character would not peel an orange, I don't think they're suddenly toxic or would not love the MC or anything.
"Could you peel an orange for me?"
Lucifer
To those of you who say he is too prideful to peel an orange for you, do I need to point out that he is the eldest sibling? Not only that, but he's practically a single mom. He has Sloth as the baby brother of the family. Do you think Belphie peels his own oranges? No! Lucifer probably cuts the crusts off of his brother's sandwiches for heaven sakes.
Is it heaven sakes or heaven's sake?... I actually don't know
However, I do think he would get suspicious, especially if you're trying to film his reaction. He would raise an eyebrow and know that there's something more to you just wanting an orange. Is this orange cursed? Is this a prank? You'll have to convince him it's perfectly normal before he straight up refuses.
Is he going to get up from his desk or move away from work to go grab you an orange? Probably not. But if you bring it to him, he will peel it for you, giving you a weird- and maybe slightly judging- look the entire time.
He will peel it very nicely, but you would have to take the peel back to toss yourself all while demanding to know why you have such a smirk on your face.
If you explain it to him, he'll definitely get a bit smug. "Who knew all it would take to prove my love to you was peeling an orange? If you needed some assurance, I would've gladly provided more for you."
He wins this one. He peeled the orange.
But...he might be asking his own favor from you later. So, minus one point for that, but they do say the devil dances in dealings, so...
7/10
Mammon
"Huh? Why do you need me to peel it for you, your hands broken or somethin'? I'm not your damn maid."
He is already peeling the orange. He is somehow managing to grumble and act like he's not doing it while he is in the process of doing it.
And if you don't have oranges on hand? Just give him any excuse to go shopping and he will take it. And not only will he peel those oranges, he'll buy them for you too.
And sure maybe he's a little ditsy and might not know what the difference between an orange, a tangerine, and a clementine is (they're all orange, dammit), but he will be buying you ALL of them just in case.
Listen, he's a man with impulse problems and an intense desire to be your number one demon.
Did he probably spend the next few hours in the store getting himself stuff as well? Probably, yeah. He see shiny, he get shiny.
But don't worry. He will peel you that orange.
And you will be eating an assortment of orange colored fruits for the next few days.
Is...this a peach?
9/10
Levi
If he's gaming, probably not. Some games can't be paused. And it's not even that he doesn't want to, he'll probably be glad to do so, but he'll do it once this round is over.
And then he'll probably forget. Which, fair, I do it too. You get into the zone and then six hours have passed. Sometimes the measure of love can't always be held behind an orange.
However!
If a controller is not in his hand and his mind is not occupied by several random colorful flashes, he might peel the orange.
BUT
If too many other people are around, he might get anxiety.
You know when you somehow manage to fumble peeling an orange? You can't manage to break the peel properly or you end up dropping it and looking like a fool?
If you've never had performance anxiety over peeling an orange, you... well that's actually really good, you must have a much more peaceful mind-- but it exists for us anxious people, okay?! It's too much pressure!
In the end, he's very situational! But that doesn't mean he refuses to peel you an orange! It would actually make him very happy to do that for you...
5/10
Satan
Very confused. Will ask too many questions before he does anything.
Are you hurt? Is the peel too tough for human fingers? If you're having a hard time using your fingers, why not get a knife or a tool to assist you? Why are you in his room rather than the kitchen? Is that not a waste of energy? What if he'd not been here, would you have wandered around?
He doesn't get it. He means well though.
He might get a little irritated, not so much at you as at himself. He feels like he's missing something.
Is this some form of human bonding? Are you afraid of the orange? What secrets does it hold?
He will peel it for you. He'll even put his book down to do so.
But please answer his questions, he can't find the logic in seeking him out just to peel a fruit for you. He can list off several other more efficient methods.
If you explain it to him, you'll see him visibly relax. So there was some deeper meaning.
Although now he might think that this form of act is some sort of love declaration. Prepare to have him peel and/or cut all your fruits from now on. Which... is actually kind of sweet. What a gentleman.
8/10
Asmo
No... with his nails?! Please. I've only worn fake nails like twice in my entire life, and doing anything like that with those little suckers hurts like hell. Why?? Tried to open a can once and thought my real nail would peel right off.
And even if he's not wearing fake nails, getting that pulpy orange peel underneath your fingernails?! Having the juice make your fingers all sticky? No. Awful. Bad texture. I've always headcanoned Asmo with texture issues, and if his are even close to being like mine, it's gonna be a no.
BUT
If you want an orange so badly, I can guarantee he knows all these cute little places around town that make delicious fruit selections! He'd probably go out and get you one of those beautiful and decorative edible fruit arrangements and make sure they somehow include lots of orange.
Or, if you don't want that and you just want a normal orange right NOW, he'll charm someone else to peel it for you, hon. Don't even worry.
And once it's peeled, to make up for not doing it himself, he'll be all to happy to feed it to you if you want him to. ~
Never underestimate the lengths he'll go to provide for you and himself at the same time.
6.5/10 I appreciate the hustle.
Beel
I... I mean... he's gonna eat it.
Love the man to death, but if you hand him an orange before you fully preface that it's yours and you just want it peeled, it's gone. He probably didn't even peel it before he ate it too. Probably just eats it like an apple.
But, but, but, he'll get you a new one. So please don't look so sad...
It might be best if you accompany him just in case, but he'll absolutely get you another one. Besides, he wants more himself now, that first one was delicious.
He'll gather a whole basket of oranges and you can share them together.
One slice for you...five for him. Another slice for you...
It make take a minute to get a full orange's worth, but it's about the attempt and the time spent. And he's technically actually peeling SO many oranges for you.
I'd also like to point out that I have actually written out a scene in one of my stories where Beel actually EXACTLY peels an orange FOR MC. WAY before this trend was a thing.
--Eventually he came across an orange, peeling off the wax shell meant to serve as extra preservation. Citrus flooded your nose. Your mouth actually watered at the scent, watching Beel strip the fruit before peeling it apart. A sniff, and then it was actually handed to you.
So he would! 100 times over! Even in my silly little side story where everyone is nearly on the brink of death and in a freezing wasteland, he would still peel an orange for you!
10/10 Minus one point for eating your orange first, plus one point for peeling you an orange in another universe.
Belphie
Y...yeah, no. No, he won't.
Or there's at least a very slim chance he will. He does get in weird moods sometimes where he wants to pamper you, but that's on his own terms and his own time.
He doesn't even peel his own oranges, as I previously stated in Lucifer's section.
If you just waltz up to him and ask him to peel it for you...there's a 95% chance he will not. Most of it being due to him being asleep. You would probably have a better chance trying to train him to peel an orange while sleepwalking. That might work. Would also probably make a good party trick.
But, he's weird at remembering details like this. Even if he doesn't act on it right now, it will be logged in his memory. You could mention something briefly once seven months ago and he'll bring it up to you and remember the conversation completely like it happened yesterday.
So, even if he doesn't peel the orange now, when he's in the mood, maybe after his nap, maybe the next day, maybe two weeks after in which you had forgotten it, he will bring you a peeled orange.
Either that or he'll do what Asmo does and make someone else peel it for you.
3/10
Diavolo
You want him to peel your orange for you? You mean... he gets to treat someone like that for once?! ABSOLUTELY.
He is all too happy to peel you an orange! This is like, groundbreaking for him. He gets to provide! Gets to hand you a tiny fruit, broken and prepared with his own two hands! Is this how Barbatos feels when he cooks?
How does one exactly peel an orange, though?... He's seen them whole like this before, but they're typically already in strips when he gets around to eating them.
Break the skin? What, like an egg?
Well...there goes your orange.
On the bright side, it seems he's very good at making orange juice.
But fear not! He'll have Barbatos bring another one!
Wait...look, see, they come pre-peeled. Oh...you mean Barbatos has been peeling all his fruits for him this entire time? He's never known the joyful luxury of unveiling and working for the literal fruits of his labor?! This will change today.
Get another orange, unpeeled, and he will do it himself this time!
It might take some personal discovery and some patience before he peels you an orange, but it will get done, he swears it!
11/10 Plus one point for wholesome life lessons and sheer determination.
Barbatos
An orange? Just a plain orange? If you wait just a moment, he could have an orange chiffon cake, or would you perhaps prefer some orange panna cotta? Orange Merengue pie? Pound cake? Made into a buttercream? A pudding? A sorbet? A sherbet? Served as a juice? Main flavor or just as a zest? Would you like a meal before dessert? Or he could always find healthier options for oranges? Would you like him to list of those options as well?
Okay, so... he overcorrects a little bit.
Bottom line is, he'd peel you an orange. He'd make an entire seven course meal based around oranges. Make it all the color orange if you'd prefer.
Like I said though, he tends to overdo it.
He falls into his royal butlery habits and misses the fact that this is supposed to be so important to you because it's so simple. Although it's cute the way an ever powerful ever perfect being can miss such a detail.
You might have to put your foot down a bit and not let yourself get carried away in the splendor. You just want this orange. This one orange, and if he could just peel it for you, that's all you want.
So he'll take his gloves off and peel it for you. He'll make sure all the extra little white strands are plucked off as well. And he double checks it for seeds.
Are you sure this is all you want? "I guess something so simple can often be taken for granted. I forget that sometimes."
12/10 He'll probably still end up making you several other orange treats and he learned a valuable lesson today. It's a win for everyone.
Simeon
Are you kidding me?
This man probably brought the orange with him. You probably didn't even need to bring it up! He's single dad with two one kid and a sorcerer. He's like that sweet mom who always has certain things on hand. Medicine? Bandages? Spare cash? Candy? Gum? He's got it. He puts the Guardian in guardian angel.
You want that orange? He'll peel that orange, you just hold on. Let's make sure your hands are clean. Use this hand sanitizer he brought with him. Here, have a granola bar while you're at it. Are you hungry? You didn't skip lunch, did you? Here, take this water bottle, you look a bit dehydrated.
Oh dear, and your hands feel so dry! Here, he brought some lotion.
This angel is 100% fully here for you. You are about to be so taken care of.
Not even oranges. You want your apples fully peeled and sliced? Got it. Want something pitted? He can do that too. He'd be willing to stain his fingers and clothes on a pomegranate for you. How is he doing this even outside of the house? Magic or something probably.
He'd pack you an orange in a cute little bag with a hand written note and a short poem.
This man is a real one.
100/10 He definitely thinks that LOL means lots of love.
Solomon
Are...you sure you know what you're doing? He will absolutely peel you an orange, but at what cost?
If you're not careful, not only will he peel you an orange, but he'll add some of his Special Solomon Spices to make your experience all the more... thrilling.
Quite like how thrilling bungee jumping in the dark could be...
Also, he might just try to peel it with magic, which, while nice of him, defeats the purpose of the entire test.
You'll have to specify he's to do it by hand, and keep an unblinking, ever-careful eye on him to make sure he doesn't 'enhance' the flavor.
But, all in all, he does it. Quite happily too, one might add.
Are you sure you just want an orange? He'd be glad to whip something up for you if you're feeling peckish!
You kind of... tempt fate with this one.
2/10 One point for wanting to peel the orange, one point for trying to go the extra mile. But... well... Will you survive is the thing? You might want to try to measure his love for you using different non-edible methods.
The demons mimic your noises randomly back at you.
Tired and you yawn? They yawn back across the hall the same way and you turn and they’re staring at you with glowing eyes in the dark. Get angry and make a growling noise or noise of frustration? Suddenly it’s echoing in the room you once thought was empty. Stim via clicking your tongue and clacking your teeth together, etc? Suddenly they’re leaning in close so you hear the sound coming from their throat.
It’s unnerving, standing frozen in the hall, having your demonic roommate staring you down like prey, mimicking your noises to almost a perfect copy. Your hand tightens on the cup of water till your knuckles turn white and your human instincts yell at you to run or scream, but you stay still.
Then, as if noticing something is off, the large demon walks up and begins to finally take notice of your silent and apparent panic, and begins making a clicking noise. It comes deep within his throat, rising up from his chest, and echoing through the hall. You flinch at the sudden new noise, and your demon tilts his head at you, studying you for a moment.
Then the noise turns into a growl, and then (at the sight of your shoulders tensing and face going five shades lighter with fear) quickly into a deep rumble that reminds you of thunder in a stormy sky. It echos through the hall and your bones, and you quickly swallow the lump in your throat, steeling your nerves quickly.
“Seven hells…do all of you do this?” You finally croak out.
It started off as nothing but a bit of friendly competition. An agreement made over empty bottles of demonus in a room that was becoming too warm for either demon, across plush couches that had two long-discarded ties draped across them.
That one night had changed everything. That night, Lucifer and Diavolo had admitted to each other that they were in love with you. Diavolo laughed incredulously, his voice booming through the room. What luck, he said, that both of them had such similar taste. Lucifer had laughed along, infected by Diavolo’s happiness, until his smile faded suddenly, replaced with a frown. Humans were monogamous. In every human story, even the ones you enjoyed, when humans were presented with multiple people who they loved, they made a choice.
Diavolo’s eyes dimmed at the revelation, his eyelids heavy with drink. But then, he had an idea. He leaned in close to Lucifer, and whispered it like a secret not even the walls could hear. They would make it a game.
A fair game, to be sure, not one meant to toy with the person they loved so dearly. They would try to seduce you through their own means, each demon using their own resources and talents to win your heart. The prize for the winner, of course, would be you.
Lucifer agreed easily, his eyes gleaming blue. That competitive look on his face was something Diavolo would never tire of. Riling Lucifer up was no easy task, but when he had his mind set to a goal, there was nothing that could come between them. Diavolo relished every second of it, already imagining how he could win you over. That smile of yours lived in his mind’s eye, ready to be called up at a moment’s notice, and he kept it there until he fell asleep as a reminder of what he would fight for.
Now, he stands in front of you, seeing that smile on full display. You look resplendent in your wedding regalia, imported human-world flower petals drifting down all around you. One lands in your hair, and he has to fight himself to keep from reaching over and plucking it off of your head.
Two pale fingers reach for the offending petal. Lucifer holds both of your hands in his, fixing your hair carefully. He stands across from you with reverence in his eyes, his full attention fixed on your face. Diavolo forces himself to look across the demons gathered in front of you two, hoping the motion will clear away the tear that threatens his eye.
“Citizens of the Devildom,” he begins, his voice booming over the audience. “We are gathered here today to celebrate something truly exceptional. A singular unification between human and demon, tying our two realms together. This is a celebration-” his voice catches on the word. “A celebration of two souls joined as one.”
Diavolo hadn’t had a chance. Lucifer has his brothers, his charm, his beauty- he lived in the same house as you. And then there was Diavolo, who had… well, he had Barbatos. Barbatos had never been less than cordial to you. But he hadn’t been more, either. He wasn’t to blame, of course, only Diavolo was. Somehow, as prince and ruler, he had fallen short for something that mattered to him so dearly.
“In the human world, it is customary to present one’s spouse with rings.” Barbatos steps forward from Diavolo’s right side with a plush pillow adorned with two rings- silver, twisted into the shape of winding branches, with three sapphires set delicately between the bands. Lucifer takes both, handing one to you, and slips your ring onto your finger. His hands hold yours with the utmost care, like a bird cradled within his grasp. You fumble his ring in your nervousness and nearly drop it, and Diavolo finds himself hoping that Lucifer’s reflexes will fail to catch it. They don’t, of course, and you mutter a shaky apology to Lucifer, who smiles gently and rubs your knuckles with his thumb.
Lucifer is happy, and you are happy, and Diavolo should, by all accounts, be happy for the both of you. He loves Lucifer, their relationship forged across centuries, and he loves you, the human who turned his world upside down. So why is it that the sight of you two exchanging such intimate gestures makes him feel sick to his stomach?
He pronounces your union in the infernal language of the Devildom, and yet the words feel foreign in his mouth. You’re smiling, that beaming smile, so undeterred by everything that had happened in your time down here. Lucifer is smiling back at you, a rare smile, unrestrained and unburdened. The two of you kiss, Lucifer’s hands caressing your waist, and Diavolo forces himself to look away. He’s grateful for his millennia of social training, because he doesn’t think he could be smiling right now if not for that.
Lucifer’s brothers are cheering wildly from the audience, eyes trained on the two of you. As your lips break apart, Lucifer holds you close, pressing your foreheads together to savor the moment. His eyes close as he leans into you, and Diavolo starts to feel like there’s a knife sinking into the back of his throat. He should walk away and let the happy couple get on with their celebration, but his legs seem to be frozen in place.
Barbatos touches his elbow gently- just an indication, a gentle reminder of his place. He should leave. He’s not the one being married. He’s a ruler, a title, a formality- not a lover. And yet he’s still standing here, hoping.
You’re the first one to turn. Your arm loops around Lucifer’s waist like it’s the most natural thing your body could do, and you start to walk away. Lucifer lets you lead him, following you with the strangest expression on his face. Lovestruck, isn’t it? Completely in awe of you.
Diavolo doesn’t get to be lovestruck. Diavolo doesn’t get to lead his newly-wed spouse back to his overjoyed family. Diavolo stands in place and watches both of you leave, just like he should. Because he lost, and that was the end of it.
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I'm really sad about the side characters' fate in Till Death Do Us Part so i have to emotionally torture my husband to cope
Note: Kind of based on Solomon's Devilgram, The Threads of Fate.
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Solomon peeked into the classroom MC was still in, packing up their supplies. A grin formed on his face as he quickly made his way in. He tapped MC’s shoulder, but hid on their other side. He chuckled lightly when MC looked to see that no one was there. Peering over the other shoulder, they gave Solomon a small pout.
“Hi Solomon,” they sighed, but then grinned when they dropped their façade. “What’s up?”
“I was wanting to see if I could use you for a spell. I did some more research in bonds, and I think I may have finally discovered a way to discover who your true soulmate is.”
MC blinked. “And you want me to be first?”
Solomon opened his mouth and then closed it. He laughed, almost as if he were guilty of something. “Actually, I tested it on a couple of demons to make sure it was safe. I didn’t want to hurt you. But what do you say? It worked on the demons.”
MC chewed on their lip for a second, before they slowly nodded. Solomon uttered a few words, starting the spell. Then, a single, golden thread appeared.
Lucifer
MC followed the golden thread. Their footsteps led them out of the classroom. They meandered through the hallways of RAD before they realized where it was taking them. Their pace quickened until they were running. Then, they paused outside the council room. Their chest heaved up and down as they tried to relax their breathing.
“I don’t know where the thread came from,” they heard Lucifer’s voice tell someone. “It must be another one of Solomon’s experiments.” He sounded almost irritated.
MC peered their head to look through the doorway and where the golden thread took them. As if he sensed their presence, Lucifer glanced up from the golden thread connected to his chest and to MC. His eyes widened seeing where the golden thread led to.
“MC?” he questioned. “What’s the meaning of this?”
MC slowly walked in and towards him. Once they were standing right in front of them, they whispered, “You’re my soulmate.”
Lucifer’s crimson eyes widened, he felt the breath get caught in his throat, his heart skipped a beat. “Your soulmate?” His fingers reached up and gently ran along the thread. The thread led to MC. His hand traced up to MC’s face, gently caressing their cheek. “You’re my soulmate?”
MC nodded and leaned into his touch. Lucifer felt the air rush back into his lungs. A chuckled softly and rested his lips on their forehead. He pulled back. “Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now the others will have to respect the fact that you are mine.” He took a hold of their hand it brought it up to his lips. His crimson eyes fluttered up to meet MC’s gaze. “And I’m yours.”
Mammon
MC started to follow the thread, only to be nearly ran over by a demon. Mammon slid to a stop. His hands gripped onto MC’s shoulders to prevent himself from falling over.
“Gah! Human! What are ya doin’ here?” Mammon nearly yelled while he worked on regaining his balance. He backed up a bit, revealing the golden thread being connected to his chest. His eyes followed the golden thread to MC’s chest. “Why is it connected to you? Ain’t it supposed to lead to some sort of treasure? That’s why it’s gold, right?”
MC stared at him in shock. They shook their head to regain their composure. “You’re my soulmate.”
Mammon blinked, heat quickly started to spread across his cheeks, to his neck, and down his neck. “Wh-what? I thought this thread led to money, but are ya…Are ya serious?” His voice trailed off towards the end to be just above a whisper. His hands fidgeted, he shifted from side to side, nervously glancing at MC.
“Yes, I’m serious,” MC breathed out. “You’re my soulmate.”
Mammon pulled MC and slammed them into him. His arms clung onto them desperately. He breathed heavily, as if he had started bawling. The drops that fell onto MC’s shoulder confirmed he was indeed crying.
“I…MC, you’re better than any treasure or any amount of money,” he sobbed. “I never thought I’d be good enough, but you’re…” His voice was cut by his cries. His nuzzled his face into the crook of their neck, not wanting to ever let go of them.
Leviathan
MC glanced up at the golden thread and slowly started following it. It led outside of RAD and back to the House of Lamentation. They tilted their head, before their eyes widened in realization. There would only be one person at the house during school. Quickly, they swung open the door and ran up the stairs. Their feet carried them to outside the door before they hammered on it with a fist.
“I’m in a raid!” they heard Leviathan’s voice through the door. His voice was muffled as he was likely talking to the others playing the game. MC rolled their eyes and opened the door, making their way towards him. Their eyes peered at the golden thread attached to the gamer. His eyes were glued to the screen.
“Leviathan,” MC spoke.
Levi glanced at MC’s face and then back at the screen. “H-hold on! I’m almost done, promise!”
MC grabbed the seat Levi had bought them and rolled it over. Their eyes kept glancing at the thread connecting the pair. They restrained their hands from reaching out and grabbing him. Instead, they stilled their breathing and watched as Leviathan finished the raid.
Soon enough, the raid was over. Levi moved the headphones off his ears and around his neck. He glanced over at MC and paused. His eyes landed on the golden thread. They followed it and how it went to his chest. He jumped in his seat. “Wh-what is this?”
MC slowly reached out and grabbed his hand. They gave it a reassuring squeeze, knowing that the news would likely overwhelm the otaku. “It’s a thread that shows who your soulmate is.”
Leviathan was silent. His eyes kept darting at the thread and to MC. “But…Your thread is connected to…”
MC squeezed his hand again. “To you, Levi.”
Leviathan’s lip trembled. “B-but I’m…” He looked away with his eyebrows drawn close together. “And you’re.”
“You’re perfect for me, Levi,” MC whispered to him. They pulled on his hand to pull his chair closer to them. “I’m so happy you’re my soulmate.”
Levi looked back at them. Tears built up in his eyes. “You are? You’re not just saying that?” MC shook their head. Levi laughed through tears. He pulled them into a hug, his heart hammering away wildly. “I-I’m so happy. I’ll try my best to be a soulmate you deserve.”
Satan
MC followed the thread through RAD, but paused once they were at the beginning of a hallway. Their eyes glanced up seeing Satan standing at the end. He gave a small smile and made his way towards MC.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” Satan spoke. “I was expecting something worse to be at the end of the thread.” He played with it lightly. “Do you know what this is for, MC?”
MC took a deep breath. “Solomon created a spell to show who your soulmate is.”
Satan’s eyes widened and his cheeks were dusted read. He felt his heart flutter with a comfortable warmth growing in his chest. “So this thread connects two soulmates together?” MC slowly nodded their head. Satan laughed with his eyes closed. After a moment, he calmed down. “I’m sorry, I’m just so happy.”
“You are?” MC asked with a smile.
“Of course.” Satan took a hold of their hand and intertwined his fingers with theirs. “Honestly, I didn’t know if I would have a chance at having a soulmate with how I came into being. In my mind, there was a very real possibility I wouldn’t have one. But now that I have one, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my soulmate. I already love you. This just means that our love was destined.”
He paused as he gazed into their eyes, his expression softening. “Can I hold you?” MC moved to hug him. His arms wrapped around them tightly. “Thank you, MC.”
Asmodeus
Before MC could get far in their search, their D.D.D. buzzed. They pulled out their phone to see a selfie from Asmo.
Asmo: Anyone know what this thread is? I scared me when I was taking pictures, but I think it’s really compliments my eyes!
MC: Where are you?
Asmo: Outside of the bathroom, the thread is going somewhere.
MC: Follow it and I’ll meet up with you
Asmo: !!!
Asmo: I’ll see you soon! <3
MC quickly followed the thread, seeing Asmo skipping along. He paused when he saw MC before running up to them. He picked them up in his arms and swung them around while he laughed with joy. He set them down and examined the thread.
“Here I thought it complimented my eyes. It really brings out your eyes!” he gushed and softly caressed MC’s face. “Oh, you just look breathtaking with it, MC! I could just kiss you!” He winked at them before backing away. “But do you know what it is?”
“It’s a thread that connects soulmates,” MC spoke slowly, waiting for him to--.
Asmo squealed. “Soulmates?! Oh, this is amazing!” He tackled MC with another hug. “And I could ask for a cuter soulmate!” He pulled back and kissed their cheek. “Or a sweeter one!” He kissed their other cheek. “Or a more perfect one!” He giggled lightly as he gazed into their eyes, not to charm them, but to see the one he adored so much.
Beelzebub
MC’s feet took them to the fangol field, they gazed out at the team. A frown heavy on their face as they couldn’t tell exactly which player the thread was connected to. The whole team was gathered around someone that thread was connected to.
“Please be Beel,” MC muttered and made their way. “Excuse me,” they spoke and pushed past the intimidating demons. They glanced at them and parted like the sea when they gazed upon MC’s thread.
“MC?” Beelzebub spoke. His helmet was on the ground next to him. He blinked and looked at the thread. “Do you know what this is? I almost thought it was honey for a second. Now that I know it’s connected to you, I’m glad I didn’t bite it.”
“It’s a soulmate thread,” MC spoke. The other demons around them started whispering amongst themselves. “It means we’re soulmates.”
Beelzebub blinked. “Soulmates?” He thought for a moment, before his lips moved upwards. “That’s great!” He laughed quietly and picked MC up in a hug. “I always thought there was something special between us!” He placed MC back down on the ground with a small apology, but the smile on his face never fell. “Do you want to go get something to eat?”
“Beel! You have practice!” another demon whined. “You can’t just go and get something to eat.”
Beel blinked and looked at his teammate. “But MC’s my soulmate.”
MC laughed lightly. “Finish practice, Beel. I’ll be here when you’re done. I promise.”
Beel looked back over. “Are you sure?” When MC laughed and told him they were sure. He nodded his head. He placed a quick kiss to the top of their head. “Thank you, MC. I’ll try to hurry.” He ruffled their hair lightly before running off. He glanced back at them, his heart dancing in his chest when he gazed at his soulmate.
Belphegor
MC had found him napping on the bench, completely unaware of what was going on. They quietly made their way over to him and slowly sat down by his head. Their fingers found their way through his hair, enjoying how soft his hair actually was. Belphie let out a yawn and his eyes slowly blinked open. Feeling MC’s hand, he leaned into their touch and adjusted so his head was laying on their lap. He turned so he was looking up at them.
“MC,” he spoke with another yawn. “What’s that on your chest?”
“It’s on yours, too,” MC hummed to him.
Belphie’s eyes followed the thread to his own chest. “So it is. What is it? You’re supposed to pull pranks on Lucifer, not me.”
MC laughed lightly. “It’s not a prank. It’s a thread that shows who a person’s soulmate is.”
“Soulmate?” Belphie’s eyes widened. “Then that means…”
“You’re my soulmate.”
“My dreams have actually come true,” Belphie mumbled with a sleepy grin.
MC snorted out. “That’s cheesy.”
Belphie shrugged. “It’s true.” He turned on MC’s lap so that he was facing their stomach. His arms wrapped around them. “I’ve loved you for a long time. This doesn’t change anything for me, but it does make me happy.”
Diavolo
MC found their way to the council room. Their eyes widened when they saw the next king of Devildom with the golden thread. They found their words stuck in their throat when Diavolo’s amber eyes flickered to them. He smiled at them and made his way over.
“Ah, MC! I’m glad this thread has something to do with you. Would you care to explain what it is?”
MC tried to say something, but nothing would come out. Diavolo glanced back to Lucifer and Barbatos before motioning for them to leave. Once they were gone, he took MC’s hands and guided them to a chair and had them sit. He knelt in front of them and carefully watched their face.
“What’s wrong?” Diavolo questioned, his voice quiet. He gave their hand a reassuring squeeze.
“We’re,” MC started and took a deep breath. They looked away from him, almost scared of what he would think of the idea that he was soulmates with a human. “Soulmates.”
Diavolo was silent for a moment. “Soulmates?” he asked, his voice hopeful. His fingers hooked under MC’s chin and had them look at him. He was wearing a kind smile, with the corners of his eyes crinkling up. “Truthfully?”
“Yes,” MC nearly whispered. “You could tell if I were lying.”
Diavolo chuckled. “True. This is just such incredible news I had to be sure I heard you right.”
“You’re not upset?”
Diavolo’s eyes widened and he frowned. “Upset? No, MC. Just the opposite. I couldn’t be happier. I kept trying to think of a way that I could be with you with as little opposition as possible. There are still demons out there that don’t like humans. But with you being my soulmate, there is little room for argument for me being with you.” He leaned forward and rested his head on their shoulder. “This is the most wonderful gift. Thank you.”
Barbatos
Once MC stepped out of the classroom, their eyes widened. Barbatos was standing there in a portal. He stepped out, a look of relief on his face. He quickly made his way over to them and grabbed one of their hands.
“Finally,” he breathed out. He brought MC’s hand up to his lips and then against his cheek. He leaned into their hand. “You finally know.”
MC blinked, staring at him in shock. “You already knew?”
Barbatos hummed with his eyes fluttering shut. “I’ve known before you even started the exchange program. I’ve known before I even started serving Lord Diavolo.” His eyes slowly opened. “You have no idea how difficult it was for me to restrain myself. But now, I no longer have to hide it. I no longer have to hide how incredibly important you are to me, MC.” He lowered MC’s hand. “Please, may I hold you?”
MC moved into his arms. He squeezed them tightly against him. Their own arms squeezed him back. Barbatos buried his face into their hair, pressing a quick kiss to the top of their head. His shoulder shook ever so slightly.
“Are you okay?” MC questioned.
“Yes,” Barbatos responded in a whisper. “I knew this day was coming, but I didn’t realize just how happy I would be when it finally did after thousands of years of waiting. I’m so incredibly happy to hold you like this. Could we please stay like this for a few moments longer?”
Simeon
MC’s feet carried them to the courtyard where Luke was standing next to Simeon. His was muttering how a demon must have cursed the elder angel. MC laughed lightly at Luke’s accusations, drawing both of their attentions.
“Ah, MC!” Simeon stood from the bench he was sitting on. “I’m glad to see this thread leads to you. I must admit, Luke was making me a bit nervous with his theories.” He walked up to MC, watching as the thread grew shorter. “Do you happen to know what this is? It’s very beautiful, albeit strange.”
MC looked into his curious eyes, growing a bit flustered. “It’s the thread that ties soulmates together.”
Simeon’s eyes widened. “I knew Solomon was working on it, but I had no idea he actually got his spell to work.” His eyes kept darting between the thread and back to MC. “So that would mean we’re soulmates?”
MC nodded. “It does.”
Simeon laughed before pulling MC in to a hug. “Then that means I won’t end up like Lilith,” Simeon whispered so quietly that MC almost missed it.
MC pulled away with a frown. “What do you mean by that?”
Simeon ran his hands along MC’s arms, a sad smile forming. “Lilith was punished for loving a human. Until recently, I never came to fully realize just how horrible her punishment was. At least, not until I fell in love with you.” He chuckled lightly. “I’m supposed to love everyone equally, but with you, I can’t help loving you more. And this thread, this beautiful thread, shows that it’s okay for me to do so.” He pulled MC back in. “It’s okay for me to love you more. It’s more than okay.”
Solomon
He fell to his knees the instant he saw the golden thread connect him to MC. His buried his face in his hands as his entire body shook. “Thank goodness,” he kept muttering over and over. MC crouched next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He looked up with tears in his eyes, but a smile on his face. “I was so worried.”
“Worried?” MC’s face scrunched up in concern.
Solomon nodded, he grabbed the hand that was on his shoulder. “I was so worried it wouldn’t be me.” He took a deep breath. “More than anything, I want you to be happy. I told myself that I would be happy for you, no matter who your soulmate turned out to be, but…” He felt the tears fall from his eyes and run down his cheeks. The lump in his throat made it hard to breathe as he felt more tears form.
MC used their free hand to wipe his tears before pulling him into a hug. His hands grasped desperately onto their uniform’s jacket, almost afraid that if he let go, they’d completely disappear. “It’s okay, Solomon.”
Solomon laughed through his tears. “It’s better than okay. I love you so much, MC. Now that I know…I can’t tell you how incredibly happy I am.” He pulled away and laughed more as he wiped his tears. “I’m a mess.” Taking a deep breath, he cupped both of MC’s cheeks. “I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make you happy, to make you smile every day. Not just because you’re my soulmate, but because I love you.”
as someone who has favorited Mammon since the day I laid eyes upon him (I don't pick favorites), HE IS NOT WIFE.
me, of all people, could tell you how wonderful this man is. I love Mammoney so much. I think about him every day, there are endless wonderful things about him. But he is novio. He is boyfriend. Boytoy, even. But not wife.
Just because he is my favorite, does not mean I will be voting him for wife. The competition is Leviathan. Let us all sit back and take a moment to weigh our options. Then, we'll all see that the obvious choice is Levi!! PLEASE Y'ALL I'M BEGGING YOU.
Levi has endless wife material please please please. Have you seen Mammon? He is boyfriend, *maybe* husband, that's a stretch. But I think we should all acknowledge the fact that Mammon is in no way, shape or form wife.
Thank you.
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