⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ sum: Belphegor woke up from a nap and couldn’t find his brothers anywhere. Turns out they were all in your room
tags: gn!xreader, sfw!
𐙚 a/n: hii this is taken place after lessons 15-17 but there’s no spoilersss! this is also just a little idea i had to get back into the groove of writing!
Belphegor slowly stirred from his nap on the common room couch, blinking away the last traces of sleep. The room was unusually quiet.
Too quiet.
He rubbed his eyes and sat up, letting out a yawn as he stretched. Usually, one of his brothers was causing some kind of commotion. Mammon would be yelling about money, Levi would be ranting about a game, or Beel would be searching for food.
But today?
Nothing.
Belphegor glanced around the empty room before making his way to the kitchen. Maybe Beel was grabbing a snack.
The kitchen was empty.
He checked the library next. Satan was almost always there.
No sign of him either.
Now fully awake, Belphegor wandered through the halls of the House of Lamentation, peeking into room after room.
Nobody.
As he rounded the corner near the spare bedroom, a burst of laughter drifted down the hallway.
Voices.
Lots of them.
Belphegor paused.
Oh.
Right.
Your room.
As he approached, he found Lucifer leaning against the doorframe, quietly observing the scene inside.
Lucifer glanced over and noticed him.
“There you are, Belphegor,” he said. “You were asleep. We didn’t want to wake you. Everyone’s here.”
Belphegor looked past him.
The small spare bedroom was completely packed.
You and Levi sat on your bed, controllers clutched in your hands as a racing game played on the television. Your eyes never left the screen.
Levi looked moments away from a breakdown.
“No way! How are you this good?” he shouted. “You’re a normie! This isn’t fair!”
You laughed as your character sped past him once again.
To your left, Mammon and Asmodeus had appointed themselves your personal cheer squad.
“That’s it! Take the shortcut!” Mammon shouted.
“No, use the drift button!” Asmo corrected.
Mammon promptly began waving his hand in front of Levi’s face.
“Quit cheating!” Levi screeched.
“I’m not cheatin’! You’re just bad!”
The room erupted into laughter.
Belphegor found himself smiling before he even realized it.
Across the bed, Beel sat comfortably on the floor between your legs with a pile of snacks beside him. Every so often, he’d silently offer you something to eat while keeping one eye on the race.
At your desk, Satan sat with a book open in his lap. Despite appearing absorbed in his reading, he glanced up every few pages whenever the room got particularly loud.
Everyone was here.
Together.
Somehow, your tiny room had become warmer than any other place in the house.
Without realizing it, you had become the center of their strange little family.
Belphegor watched for a moment longer before your eyes finally met his.
Your face immediately brightened.
“Belphie!”
You patted the empty spot beside you on the bed.
“There you are. Come sit with us.”
The smile that spread across Belphegor’s face was small, but genuine.
For someone who loved sleeping more than anything, he couldn’t think of a better place to be.
CW: Smut, Possessive, drinking, harassment, groping, drunks, manhandled, threats of violence, semi public sex, clothed sex, standing sex.
Word count: Roughly 4.5K
A/N: A demon guest at The Fall gets a little handsy after having had too much to drink. Good thing Lucifer is nearby, and your husband is none too happy about someone touching his wife.
I was trying to avoid writing any content relating to IDO, but damn... the Lucifer card in the newest starfall took a hold and didn't let go. So no edits to this work yet so sorry if there's a lot... I got too excited! Like this ate my brain for the last few days instead of my other projects...
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Images belong to Solmare.
“Hey, you over there!” You turn on your heels, your service smile in place as you balance the tray of empty glasses with one hand. Giving your head a tilt to the side to make your bunny ears seem more expressive.
“How could I help you, Hop?” Playing up the bunny act since you know this area is being covered by Lucifer and he hates bunny talk.
“Don’t you think this place has terrible service?” His words are a little slurred and you plan to signal Beel since you won’t be strong enough to toss this guy out. “You’re dressed up as a bunny.” You start to lift your free hand, fingers curled in the silent sign so none of the other guests are disturbed. Only to feel a hand hook into the ribbon around your waist and tug you down into his lap, the sound of glasses shattering on the polished floor of The Fall. “So you should know what to do.” His voice is low as he whispers it against the shell of your ear, his breath stagnant and sour as it washes over you. “If you get my drift.”
“Sir, you’ve got the wrong idea.” Keeping your tone level as you try to keep yourself from gagging, the shock overriding your first instinct to struggle free. Feeling his hand wandering along your outer thigh, the revulsion races upward like a prickling along your spine. Pulling your arm away from your body before sharply shoving it backwards and into the demon's abdomen. “That is not anywhere near the services we provide.”
“Hey, what are you going on about?” Crap. Either he was too drunk to take notice, or you weren’t able to get a good hit in. “I’m just asking for proper service as a customer.” When his hand slips closer to the front of your pants, you feel your entire body freeze up. Ready to unleash magic on this asshole if your physical attempts aren’t having any effect.
“Hey, you.” That voice you know, and with the ice coating the words the jackass holding you loosens his grip enough for you to escape his hold. “What do you think you’re doing?” Stumbling a little as you get your feet under you because the demon tried to grab you again. Ripping the edge of the ribbon around your waist and part of your vest.
A different arm, one that you’re far more familiar with, wraps around you. Helping to balance you after placing you behind their figure. “Stay back.” Your name whispered soft and low, with a hidden layer of concern. “This riffraff is not worth your time.” Lucifer is facing you, but his gaze is over his shoulder, looking at the demon who had tugged you into his lap like he’s dirt beneath his feet. Keeping the tray of hard liquor balanced with two glasses of demonus that he’d been carrying.
“Huh?” There’s a flash of irritation on Lucifer’s face as the demon that had harassed you tries to stand. “You have a lot of nerve talking to a customer like that.” The corner of Lucifer’s lip lifts, and you watch his eyes narrow.
“A customer?” Before you could even blink, Lucifer has moved. One of his heeled dress shoes pressing into the cushions beside the demon. Making it so his leg is forming a table of sorts for his hand holding his tray to lean against. “In what way do you claim to be a customer? This is The Fall, a respectable establishment unlike the kind you’re trying to imply.” Slowly rolling his wrist, one of the glasses held between his long fingers. Allowing the liquid to slowly pour from the rim, right onto the demon in front of him. “I will say this only once.” Leaning in close, his voice and tone quiet but it still carries the weight of one of the seven rulers of hell. “Get lost. If you don’t, having demonus poured over you will be the least of your worries.”
Lucifer doesn’t move right away. Letting his voice lower to a whisper, and if you weren’t so close, you might not have caught his words. “As for touching my wife.” An edge to his tone as he tries to suppress the malice. “I’ll let it slide today. If I ever see you again, I’m going to rip your tongue from your skull.” He’s still whispering, but there’s a certain jovial, sadistic twang to every word. “To stifle your screams before I pluck the individual muscle strands from your hands and arms that dared to touch what was mine.”
You watch as the demon goes pale. Nodding furiously until Lucifer seems to find the level of fear in the demon’s eyes acceptable enough to believe he’ll go out of his way to avoid you, and your spouse in the future. Lucifer barely has his leg moved before the demon is bolting for the door.
Lucifer’s crimson gaze watching every step until he’s gone from his view. A roll of his shoulders before he turns to the small crowd that had gathered. “My apologies to all our guests for the disturbance.” A smile on his face that makes it seem like he wasn’t just threatening visceral violence. “Please allow us to offer a round of Demonus on the house as an apology.” Once the words pass his lips, you notice Mammon and Levi nearby, handing out glasses to the guests. “We hope you will continue to enjoy your time here.”
When Mammon passed nearby you noticed him dip his head near Lucifer, pretending to flash a wink at a female demon who looked like her eyes had turned into hearts. Yet you didn’t miss his words. “I’ll clean this up, you look after her.”
“Right.” Lucifer hands off his tray to Belphie when he approaches, and once it is gone, Lucifer holds out one of his hands towards you. “Your outfit is in disarray. Let’s head to the back for a moment.”
You’re happy to slip your smaller one into his, glad for his presence at your side as he guides you towards the back storeroom. Nodding and smiling at the customers as you pass them along your way. As soon as the door closed, any semblance of his service persona was gone.
“Good grief…” Releasing your hand from his, running one through his black hair. “What a nasty drunk that was.” Now that the two of you are out of sight, Lucifer is far more hands on as he checks your clothes. “Are you alright?”
“I’m alright now.” Making a noise of disgust as you look at the ribbon that made your bow that matched Lucifer’s. “I hate being harassed by a drunk. He reeked. I’m pretty sure he was already half in the bag before he even got here.” Giving your head a shake. “I feel gross.”
“I can only imagine.” His hands hover for a moment before landing on your hips. “I’m sorry.”
“Huh? Why are you sorry? It’s not like you didn’t deal with him.” Tilting your head in confusion, only for him to sigh.
“I was fully aware of how captivating you were, yet I still took my eyes off you.” Lifting one of his hands to drag the outside of his middle and index fingers along your cheek. “I may have been able to intervene faster if I had never let my gaze wander.” Curling those two fingers to lift your chin. “Where did he touch you? Tell me everything. I shall overwrite every place that pathetic man touched myself.”
You smirk at him. “My my, there’s something to be said when your husband admits he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you.” Placing one of your hands over the one he still has on your hip. “Makes me think your offer isn’t all just for my sake.” Letting out a small chuckle as you start to slide his hand a little higher on your hip. “But I don’t want to say where, I don’t want to think about that asshole again.” Running the tip of your tongue along your bottom lip. “I’d rather show you.” Guiding his hand to where the demon had first grabbed you, pressing on his fingers just enough to get him to grip you a little harder. Letting out a breathy inhale.
“If it’s going to cause you distress speaking.” Half a step closer, one of his feet between yours. The heat from his body sinking into yours. “I would prefer you just show me.”
You take that as an invitation. Ghosting your hand over the back of his to guide it lower, along the outside of your thigh. “Good.”
He hums when your hand stops moving. “Was it around here?” Massaging the area under his fingers, pressing circles in your thigh before fanning them out. Moving his hand a bit lower in time to trailing the fingers at your chin down your throat. “Or perhaps… here?”
“A little more to the left.” Sliding your hands along his clothed covered ribs, rising higher until your reach the thinner white shirt under it. “You saw at the end right?” His hand moves subtly, closer towards your core and he gets a lot farther. “How are you going to overwrite that memory?” Trying to tilt your face so you can press a kiss at the corner of his mouth.
That earns you a small chuckle, one that is softened with affection. “Heh. I know he didn’t touch your lips.” Aligning his mouth yours, but keeping just enough space so you feel his breath. The cool moist air, laced with mint, is far nicer as it washes across your face. “If he had of, he wouldn’t have left under his own powers.”
You let out a soft little whine. You can just imagine what Lucifer would have done if that had happened. That protectiveness wrapped in the layers of his possessiveness makes your knees weak.
“I simply…” He closes the distance, the soft pressure against your lips, like he’s testing the waters. Letting out a noise as he shifts, his tongue sweeping along the seam of your mouth. You’re happy to part your lips, your tongue meeting his as you moan. His fingers working at your core and it doesn’t take long for the interaction to grow more and more heated. Tasting his tea from earlier, you can feel your heart pounding against your chest. Until Lucifer pulls back, like he’s aware the two of you are just in a back room of a club in the Devildom. “Couldn’t resist you.”
You have no idea what you look like right now, but based on how much your chest is heaving and how warm your face is, you’ve got little doubt it would be clear to anyone who walked in what you and Lucifer had been doing. “I swear.” Letting your head drop forward to press against his shoulder. “You enjoy teasing me, knowing I can’t do anything because there’s a chance someone could walk in on us.”
“Well.” The lifting of one of his eyebrows. “The place seems to have really calmed down.”
“Lucifer.” You look down, not wanting to meet his eyes since your face is warmer for a slightly different reason. “We are not having sex in the back storage room of The Fall.” The tips of your ears are burning. “The other staff could walk in, and it’s awkward enough that all of your brothers have walked in on us at some point knocking boots.”
“I suppose you are right.” He doesn’t release you, but he doesn’t seem to be pressing his body as close to yours anymore. “Though there is no guarantee another drunk like that will not appear.” You shudder. That wouldn’t be fun, and if there was a second incident… Well. You know Lucifer wouldn’t let them go with just a wet outfit and damaged pride. “Perhaps if we stay like this, no one will bother you.”
“As much as I’d rather stay here with you.” You let out a sigh, finally lifting your eyes and letting your expression soften. “We can’t leave the others alone. We’re here trying to draw business back to the legitimate clubs, and we both know some of the customers are here to see you specifically.”
You feel as much as you see Lucifer jolt. “Goodness, you are certainly composed.” His hand reaches up to fix your bunny ear headband and push some of your loose hair behind your ear.
“I doubt that. I’m a realist.” With how warm your skin feels, you don’t believe him about being composed. “We might be married, but your fan still came out to see Bunny Boy Lucifer. They can still dream about a certain blue-eared bunny sweeping them off their feet at times like this.”
Lucifer lets out a sigh himself this time. His hands moving to rub yours arms. “You’re right, of course, but you could at least allow yourself to be swept away a little.” He’s disappointed, but you can understand why. “I suppose it can’t be helped. We should return to the floor soon.”
It’s then, that the door opens and you are beyond glad you and Lucifer weren’t doing what you had been a few minutes ago. Or escalated to more physical aspects.
“Lucifer, apparently, some packages arrived a short while ago. Levi said they have some branding merchandise to go with the Bunny Boy event.” You have to admit, since Satan became First Consul and Lucifer stepped back their relationship seems to have matured a little. “Would you be able to look for them?”
“Sure.” The word is out of your mouth quickly, even if the question had been directed at Lucifer. Nodding at Satan, who just smiles at you before turning around and leaving to go back to the reception area.
“Us inspecting the packages that arrived does keep you off the main floor a little longer.” Leaning back into your space to drop his forehead against yours. “We should be able to finish quickly if we check them together.”
“Yeah. Let's go.” Breaking apart at last as the two of you move more into the store room. Towards the bay doors that open and you can both see a pallet that looks like it was partially broken down. “The packages should be around here.”
“I guess the regular staff must have started on it earlier.” The event did get started earlier with some of the citizens showing up and demanding to get in. Worried they would lose access to the premier show even though they had all bought tickets and their seats were assigned.
As the two of you work, it doesn’t take you long to get everything sorted and moved. Until Lucifer looks at the manifest and notices there are some boxes that aren’t accounted for.
“Maybe they got moved?” He nods, glancing around the shelves.
“Would you check the contents of that box on the top shelf for me?” Motioning to another box higher up that has the same logo at the ones you had unpacked. “You can use the stepladder over there while I check the ones on this side.”
You can reach the box without the ladder, but in heels, it makes sense since your balance is a little off. “Yeah I think this is one of the missing boxes.” Lifting one of the bottles to notice carrots on the foil wrapper.
“That sound. Was that a bottle of Demonus?” Lucifer stops, and you have to hold in your laughter. Of course, he’d know the sound of those bottles. “The box is probably heavy, so be careful.”
It’s like he jinxes you. Just as the words leave his mouth, you feel your foot slip as your heel doesn’t land correctly.
A yell of your name, and your tumble ends quickly. Lucifer’s arms holding you, and the case of demonus, tightly against his chest. “Are you all right?”
“Damn.” Somewhat breathless at how quickly he moved to catch you. “You’re amazing Lucifer, I just felt my balance starting to go and then you swooped in to catch me.”
This time, he lets out a full-throated laugh. “Naturally. I would never allow you to be injured while I’m with you.” You lift an eyebrow at him as you narrow your eyes. A silent challenge that just makes him chuckle, before being a little cheeky and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I’m going to set you down slowly.” Feet back on the ground, Lucifer takes the case from you. “Honestly, please don’t scare me like that, we both know you aren’t always steady in those shoes.”
“Don’t remind me.” Rolling your eyes as you remember the first time you were dragged into the bunny boy mess with all the brothers because of Mammon. The heels that matched the outfit truly left you off balance and you’d dropped more than one tray laded full of drinks back then.
“Are you hurt anywhere? I’m going to check.” His hands moving quickly and you find it endearing. “How about here? Does it hurt?” When his hand gets lower, and his fingers brush your ankle, you let out a small hiss. “Go ahead, lean against me some more. I’ll be performing a thorough check after that noise.” His touch gentle as he prods at the joint. “Perhaps you should remain behind the bar for the rest of the night, it’s not swollen yet that isn’t a reason to risk more damage.”
You nod because you agree with him. Yet it still gives you a terrible idea for a bit of teasing. “Behind the bar, I’ll also be more out of sight. Which means less chance for a repeat.” Flashing him a wink. “Plus it means a certain demon can keep his eyes on me a little easier. Or am I wrong and you’re just using this check to try and keep me back here all to yourself a little longer?”
“It seems I’m caught.” Rising to his full height, placing a hand on your hip. “It’s commendable that you are so dedicated to work, but I’m not ready to let you go. A little longer is fine, don’t you think?” Wrapping his arms around you, you place your hands on his chest. Toying with the diamond-shaped buttons that remind you of the one on his forehead in his demon form.
Hearing him let out another sigh, you can’t help but lift your gaze to meet his eyes. “It seems I’m dwelling on what happened earlier more than I thought.” His hands ghosting up and down your sides. Unsure if he’s comforting you or himself. “Seeing someone other than me touching you right in front of my eyes…” Trailing off as he closes his eyes, biting his lip for a moment. “Just remembering it make me want to tear that demon apart.”
“After you rip his tongue out of his skull?” Lifting your hand a little higher and placing it above where his heart is beating.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Another sigh before he cracks his eyes open. “Lest there be any doubt, just know you have no reason to feel responsible, okay?” You nod. Remember the past and how often someone tried to blame you for something just because you had been there. “It’s only natural that you’re captivating. But that doesn’t mean anyone should feel free to touch you.”
“I think that’s true for everyone, Lucifer.” No one enjoys being touched without their permission. Being a drunk person just seemed to make it worse.
“Believe me when I say no one is as captivating as you.” Damn him and his smooth words because you are feeling your body warm again. “I agree with you on the other point. And the only one permitted to lay their hands on you is me, your partner. Isn’t that right?” His hands dip a little lower, and you don’t miss the subtle groping of your ass. “I know. You don’t have to look at me like that.”
You just roll your eyes at him, but you feel yourself growing a little braver this far back in the store room. “I will do my work properly. But for now, just a little longer. Let me keep you in my arms.” He leans down for another kiss, and you meet him with a low hum in your throat.
Using his slight distraction to move your hand lower and teasing your fingers over his crotch. With just that simple touch, you can feel his pants starting to bulge. “Lucifer?” Breaking the kiss but staying close enough that there’s almost no space between you.
“Yes My Love?”
“You said you’d overwrite everywhere he touched right?” Nipping at his bottom lip as you don’t wait for an answer. “He was pressed against my whole backside. I’m not sure I can wait until we’re home.” Rubbing at the tent between his legs, aware of the moisture starting to pool in your core.
“You are aware.” Whispering the words against your lips as one of his hands moves again, ghosting along your spine over the material of your vest and shirt before hitting the fake bunny tail. “You were the one who pointed out we could be seen?”
“This far back.” Licking your lips which has the tip brushing against his bottom lip. “We’d hear someone when they came in.” Starting to roll your hips, grinding against his leg to try and get more friction against your core. “Please Lucifer.” A soft moan escaping your throat when he starts to massage your butt in his hands. “Just a quickie.”
“Fine.” His mouth reconnects with yours, a quick plunge of his tongue inside of your mouth as the wet muscle sweeps along your teeth. “A quickie.” His eyes flick around the area before he nods to himself. “Turn around.” His hands are on the fasteners of your pants as he works them open and pushes the fabric down with your underwear over the curve of your ass.
You can hear him working his own pants open, and by the sound of it he’s just using the zipper. The idea of being caught like this has more slick forming in your core and starting to drip from the space between your legs. You can just picture his pants open, underwear pushed to the side with his cock proudly jutting from the fabric. How there’s already a bead of precum forming on the head. “Please Baby, I need you.” Letting a whine coat your words as you grind back against him.
“I know Love, I know.” Using his foot to push your feet apart so youre body is spread the way he wants. Feeling his knees brush against the inside of your legs as he makes adjustments. You moan when his hot dick brushes against your skin, one of his hands moving to your front to help align himself with your slick opening. With both of you in heels, it makes the usual positioning a little harder, but the second he presses into you, you moan. Long and loud before you remember where you are.
Slapping a hand over your mouth as you let Lucifer do most of the work. His hand on your core, those long fingers helping to keep his cock inside of you as he trusts his hips with the intent to bring both of you to orgasm. The heel of his hand rubbing your clit as he starts to whisper in your ear. “Is this better My Love?” His other hand is between your breasts, making sure your back is pressed against his chest while his hips hammer away. “My touch bringing you closer, as the heat from my body sinks into yours.”
You’ve got your free hand planted against the metal shelving holding dried goods. Feeling your eyes rolling back as you moan under your hand. He can’t get as deep as normal, but the position has more pressure against the parts of your vagina that align with your clit. Between his cock and the heel of his hand, there’s constant pressure against the bundle of nerves from both ends. “You’re growing tighter.” His mouth against your ear as he pants the words. “All because of me, because of the way I touch you.” Trailing his nose along the shell of your ear. “I wonder, if after this.” Swallowing loud enough that you know he did it just for your benefit, and how his noises make you hornier. “Everyone else will smell how I bred my little bunny.”
You moan again, feeling your insides tighten as another flood of liquid is pulled from your core. “That’s a good girl.” Pressing his lips to the skin of your neck just under your earlobe. “I hope by now you know this is just the prelude.” His hips are moving faster now. “Whatever plans you have for tomorrow, cancel them.” A circular motion added to his hand and you can feel your insides growing tighter as a line of fire begins to race up your spine. “Because I’m not letting you leave our bed.” A dark chuckle and you can picture the smirk on his face. “Not until every pore of your skin drips of my scent, to remind others, only I can touch you.”
You pant against your hand, your stomach tight as your breathing grows uneven. You’re oh so close. “My wife.” Fuck. Those two words do you in, your eyes rolling back into your head and you have to rely on Lucifer to keep you standing as your legs shake.
He hides his groan against your neck, feeling his seed spurt inside of you. Feeling satisfied that anyone else who tries to get too close to you tonight is going to smell his cum. A clear reminder that you aren’t just an exchange student anymore, you’re part of the Devildom elite and no ones play thing.
“Damn Lucifer.” You pant, letting yourself lean against him, well aware of your shared juices starting to slip from your core and sliding down your leg. “I could really go for round two-”
“Lucifer?” Leviathan is looking for the two of you, calling your name after his brothers and you feel your face go pale. “What is taking you two so long? It’s almost time for the show?”
“We just finished with the packages delivered, I assume it was your clever idea Levi?” You can’t seem to move, yet Lucifer is calling out as he removes himself from your body and starts to put his clothes in order.
“Yeah. I thought it might help to have some limited edition stuff to sell after we’re gone to help keep people coming instead of the illegitimate clubs.” He still sounds like he’s near the entrance as you start to fix your own clothes. “Where are you two?”
“Near the back.” You send Lucifer a glare. “After we finished, I realized the incident left” He says your name with clear affection “clothes damaged in such a way that magic won’t fix it.” You blink as you look down at your vest. It isn’t that bad. “We were looking for spare uniforms and just found one.”
Oh. Damn. Sometimes your husband really does seem to be five steps ahead.
“Oh okay. I guess see you guys in five minutes?”
“Yeah. Sorry to take so long Levi!” The second the door closes again you use magic to fix your outfit. Too bad nothing can be done to hide what else the two of you had done.
When Levi stepped out of the store room, he could feel the flush on his face. “I knew I should have gone back there~” Jumping when Asmo latched onto him.
“You’d think Lucifer could keep it in his pants for one night.” Belphie huffed, unhappy at having had to fill in on the floor for the missing pair.
“Be honest.” Mammon has his hands in the air as he makes a pose for the crowd watching them, waiting for the show to start. “Can ya blame him? I mean. I was ready to skin that guy and she’s my sister. If she was my wife? I’d have done a lot more than just pour Demonus on em.”
None of the brothers could argue with that, but that didn’t mean they were going to enjoy the smell of sex coming off the two of you for the rest of the night.
Lucifer stared at the small piece of paper in front of him in disbelief. He had gone to the kitchen for a cup of coffee; something to keep him awake through the piles of paperwork waiting for him in his office. He hadn’t been able to get hardly a page signed all day, due to… unfortunate circumstances. Now, as he opened the cabinet door, he found the source of his strife staring back at him. The paper was bright pink, folded into the shape of a small star, and the 458th one he’d found that day.
His sigh was heavy, rattling deep in his chest as he grabbed the bit of paper and put it in his coat pocket, joining four other brightly colored stars he had found on his walk to the kitchen.
You had been sitting with his brothers in your room for hours each day for a week, presumably creating these wretched things. Lucifer was happy you were spending time with his brothers, even happier you had found a hobby to keep you busy as you adjusted to Devildom life. He was not very happy that said hobby involved him cleaning up little bits of paper every second of the day. He wasn’t even sure how his housemates had been able to scatter them so efficiently, seeing as he had yet to catch one of you in the act.
As the coffee brewed, he mulled around the kitchen on the hunt for more stars. He found the 459th (neon green) balanced on a pipe under the sink, and the 460th (his shade of blue) was against the wall on top of the highest cabinet - courtesy of Beel, no doubt.
Lucifer’s pocket was starting to bulge out by the time he added the 461st to his collection. He dumped them onto the counter next to his mug, the pile of eight resembling those too sweet human-world cereals you’d forced him to try.
He should’ve been angry - irritated at best - that you were practically littering all around his house, but as he poured himself a cup of coffee he found it hard to be mad. Not when the sound of your laughter was floating so clearly through the halls. Judging by the other voices, Satan or Asmo had said something to make you laugh. Despite himself, Lucifer found a smile forming on his face as he picked up star number 462 off the kitchen door frame.
The stars themselves varied in quality - he knew the ones with crisp edges and perfect folds came from you, while the small handful he found half-crushed clearly came from Mammon. You had been putting his brothers to work, and while he would have preferred the efforts to go to chores, he couldn’t help but appreciate all you’d done.
Lucifer gathered up his growing pile of treasure and his mug before heading upstairs, the sound of yours and his brother’s voices growing louder with every step. Along the way, he found several more - two green ones tucked into the banister, one (pale yellow) on top of a picture frame, and another pink one taped to the ceiling being a few. By the time he reached your door, his collection had reached 471.
The sound of laughter spilled out from behind the door - your voice mixed with Mammon’s loud boasting, Levi’s quieter commentary, and Beel’s occasional happy hum. Lucifer paused, listening. It had been a long time since the house sounded this… alive. Not just noisy. Warm.
He knocked once, sharply.
The laughter cut off. A beat of silence, then Asmo’s sing-song voice, “Come iiin~”
Lucifer pushed the door open.
The scene that greeted him was pure chaos in the best possible way. You were sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by colorful paper squares. Levi was demonstrating a particularly complex fold with intense focus, while Mammon kept trying to steal your half-finished stars to “improve” them (mostly by adding tiny doodles of himself). Beel was carefully eating snacks with one hand and folding with the other, somehow managing not to get crumbs on anything. Satan lounged nearby with a book, occasionally offering sarcastic suggestions.
Every surface had at least one completed star on it. Lucifer cleared his throat. All eyes turned to him.
You looked up with an expression that was equal parts guilty and delighted, “Hi, Lucifer.”
He reached into his coat and pulled out the entire handful of stars, letting them cascade onto the floor in front of you like multicolored confetti, “I believe these belong to you.”
Mammon immediately tried to play innocent, “Whoa, those are crazy! Where’d ya find ‘em, Lucifer?”
Lucifer gave him a flat look, “That’s 14 of 400, Mammon.”
The demon in question shrank back.
You bit your lip to hide a smile, “Sorry. We got a little carried away.”
“A little?” Lucifer arched an eyebrow, but there was no real heat in it. He crouched down, picking up one of the stars - deep red this time - and turned it over in his fingers, “You’ve been turning my house into a nesting ground for paper birds. I found one in my coffee mug this morning.”
Beel looked vaguely proud, “That one was mine.”
Lucifer exhaled through his nose, but the sound was closer to a laugh than a sigh. He sat down properly on the edge of the rug and began folding one of the spare sheets of paper with practiced precision. The room went quiet for a moment as everyone watched the terrifying eldest brother create a perfect, crisp star in under thirty seconds.
He set it in your palm.
“There,” he said, voice softening just a touch, “If you’re going to fill the house with these, at least make sure they’re properly made. I won’t have substandard stars representing the House of Lamentation.”
Your face lit up. The others burst into cheers, the energy in the room bouncing right back up.
For the next hour, Lucifer stayed. He drank his coffee, corrected Mammon’s sloppy technique with long-suffering patience, and quietly made sure you had the best paper and sharpest folds. Every now and then he’d find a new hiding spot suggestion from one of his brothers and pretend not to hear it, even as the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
By the time he finally stood to leave, the pile of finished stars had doubled. He paused at the door and looked back at all of you - his chaotic, ridiculous family.
“Try not to turn the entire Devildom into your craft project,” he said dryly. Then, quieter, almost to himself, “It’s… good to hear you all laughing.”
He closed the door behind him, but not before a bright yellow star landed perfectly on his shoulder.
Lucifer plucked it off, examined the tiny “Thank you” written on one of its points in your handwriting, and slipped it gently into his breast pocket - right over his heart - where it would stay for the rest of the day.
Lucifer with an S/O that doesn't understand chivalry.
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I swear you drive the demon up the wall. He prefers to be subtle in love, attentive. But how in the world will he make you understand that?
When you were walking towards the table to eat with the brothers, he simply grabbed the back of your chair, scooting it backwards so you could sit down comfortably.
He expected a thanks, or perhaps a small blush even. But you just stared at the chair for a few seconds before moving to sit at the head of the table. His place.
An awkward silence fell on the room as you did so, Lucifer left standing staring at you dumbfounded. Satan was taking a picture of the moment while Belphie was laughing.
You tilted your head in confusion. "Didn't you want to sit there?"
Or, that other time when he so kindly offered to assist you on running errands. It was a perfect excuse to spend time with you with the excuse of help. The busy demon was making space for you in his schedule.
"Oh, Lucifer, don't worry! I got this!" you said, patting him on the arm with a grateful smile.
But the final straw was after a date with you. After he had parked, he was getting ready to open the passenger door for you. Until he heard the click of the door before he could do anything.
He was fed up.
He reached across from you, and before you even got to put a foot out of the car, he slammed the door shut again.
You jolted, staring at him in surprise.
"Do not move" he commanded, his eyes staring down at you with such a fervor that you had to do a double take.
Your vision followed as left the car, hurriedly stepped around it and opened the door for you.
pre-relationship headcanons for idia shroud, malleus draconia, and vil schoenheit
or; how three of the overblot boys act in the months between recognising their feelings for you and finally asking you out
featuring idia shroud, malleus draconia, vil schoenheit, and a gender neutral reader
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i d i a s h r o u d
it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to say that, outside of his younger brother, you are the only person that idia consistently interacts with at night raven college. or, at least, the only person that he chooses to interact with of his own free will — and usually in person as well. which is, naturally, a massive step for idia to take given just how introverted he is. but that’s just a natural part of being friends, so you and those around you (him included) are easily able to just brush off how unusual your consistent proximity to him is
… well, until ortho ever so cheerfully comes to idia one day (thankfully when he’s alone and wasting a few hours watching replays of premo’s latest concert, sevens know he’d absolutely combust if anyone else was present to overhear this) and walks him through all the data he’d evidently been collecting for a while to show that idia, with a one percent margin for error of course, is hopelessly and desperately in love with you — with the fluctuating vital signs to show it!
safe to say he had a massive crisis after that little bombshell was dropped — alternating between the most unconvincing attempts at denial ever witnessed in the history of twisted wonderland, to self deprecating comments about how much of a loser he is and how you’d never like someone like him that ortho kept doing his best to field and deny, to spiralling about whether he was being obvious and if you knew already, and back again. and this whole process lasted for the better part of two weeks, fluctuating in severity from day to day while he did his absolute best to avoid any interaction with you or anyone else
but after two whole weeks passed, ortho decided to intervene and started pretty much forcing his big brother to stop avoiding you. and for someone so adorable, the little technomantic humanoid can be stern as all hell when he wants to — meaning, naturally, and much to his clear mortification, the two of you were back to spending time together within the day (all arranged by ortho in such a way that idia literally couldn’t back out)
and the difference in how he acts around you now that he’s aware of how he feels is so painfully blatant that you’d have to be actively trying to remain ignorant not to immediately notice that something was up:
like the fact that his hair is now constantly flaring up neon pink at the edges, the colour creeping further up towards his scalp whenever you so much as look in his direction, or brush your shoulder against his, or even just say his name. a sign that’s as impossible to miss as it is impossible for him to hide, even as he clumsily shoves his hair back into his hoodie to try and maintain some sliver of dignity in front of you
or how he can’t seem to string together a full sentence without trailing off and going silent and seemingly waiting desperately for the floor to swallow him whole. energetic, slang-filled rants and info-dumps slowing down and cutting off within seconds of him catching your eye and seeing you smiling encouragingly… at him… actually listening… to him… and then his brain pauses and he goes silent and you’re left to pick up the conversation where he left off
or the way he can’t seem to keep still anymore — forever fidgeting and adjusting himself in his seat when you sit next to him, and messing with his hair or hoodie strings when you’re talking, like he needs to ground himself to stay present and available for the conversation. like being with you, smelling your perfume/cologne, and hearing your voice is enough to drive him to distraction as he tries to ignore the fluttering in his chest… very unsubtle
or how his eyes keep anxiously flitting about like staring at you for too long will result in him getting shot dead — flickering between your eyes, your lips, and your hands, before forcing himself to look literally anywhere else in the room in the most blatant attempt at playing innocent you’ve ever seen… only to then go back to nervously looking at you out of the corner of his eye again a few moments later
or the fact that he seems much more keen to show off for you, even if it comes across much more awkward in delivery now than it did back when he would brag to you in the months prior to ortho’s little chat with him. nonetheless, though, it should be more than enough to clue you in on his crush even before he gets around to confessing — and if that doesn’t then ortho calling you his favourite future sibling should do the trick
m a l l e u s d r a c o n i a
now malleus has never actually had a crush before — before you, that is — so it takes him a long time to actually recognise that the warmth in his chest and the way your voice makes him smile no matter his mood are symptoms of a far more complex affliction that just friendship. though, for someone who grew up so terribly isolated and who made his first friend (independent of status or pre-existing relation) so late in life compared to most, it shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that he brushed off any clues about his feelings as just being a natural part of friendship
frankly this will go on for a while until lilia ends up clued in to how fond his ward has become of you and, mercifully, decides to step in and enlighten him about what he’s been feeling. a conversation that, while awkward, ends up being immensely productive as malleus comes out of it with a new sense of awareness about himself and a determination to woo you properly
and that means you will be subjected to several months of slow, earnest, very old fashioned, fae courting traditions and rituals. some deeply confusing, others flustering, but all with such clear intentions that you’re sure to pick up on what he’s doing long before he actually confesses or you go seeking out an explanation from his family or from whatever literature you can get your hands on
because, well, you’d have to be exceptionally oblivious to not notice that at least some of the following are being done with romantic intentions:
bestowing the gift of nature — which translates to you waking up, pretty much daily, to a metric tonne of the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen covering just about every surface in your home: petals scattered tastefully across your floor, vases upon vases arranged with care across your tables and countertops, and even one singular carefully de-thorned and cut briar rose laid with intention across a handwritten note on the centre of your desk. and the delicate cursive of the letter within immediately gives away precisely who decided to bury you alive in pollen (well, noy really as he somehow managed to remove the pollen from every single flower present as to not overwhelm your senses — but still!)… along with the fact that he litttally signed it, but that’s beside the point. not that you’re too annoyed, clearly he meant well, and you could make quite a bit of money selling them back to the mostro lounge to be used as decoration if you ever tire of the sight… so…
leaving plenty of presents at your door: flower crowns weaved with careful hands that are much too strong for the delicate work, baskets of carefully arranged fruits and sweets that he purchased himself based on what he recalled of your likes, jewellery crafted using some of the most beautiful gems from his personal hoarde, and plenty of handcarved gargoyles and grotesques that he clearly spent weeks carefully creating for you. surely to the detriment of his dorm mates unless he remembered to put up a sound dampening spell, as you know how well he loves to work into the deepest hours of the night
inviting you out for long walks under the stars — using his own magic to light your way as you talk about anything and everything that comes to mind for as long as time will allow, all while he raptly listens to your every word like it’s the most important thing in the world. sometimes you two just walk around campus, sometimes he teleports you to some far away ruin where you can lounge and talk and laugh in peace without the risk of being interrupted, and sometimes you’ll start dancing under the moonlight in a clumsy sort of choreography that makes his chest flutter and his pale cheeks flush pink. no matter what you do, though, malleus will always walk you back to your door and see you back inside with a good night, a farewell, and a subtle blessing for a peaceful night of rest for you, before he returns back to be scolded for sneaking away from his retainers… again
showering you in compliments… which, while varying from accidentally offputting and vaguely threatening in delivery, to extremely flowery and borderline shakespearean in nature, do usually manage to land with you as intended. if only because, by now, you’re used to how he carries himself and are able to brush off his particular eccentricities better than most. lilia, however, shows no such mercy and will endlessly tease him for stumbling over his own claws so much in his attempts to flatter you in accordance with all the novels and ettiquete guides he grew up memorising
and showing off his immense power at any given chance — being ever mindful to just show off and never actually frighten you, which involves far more restraint than he’s used to but that he’s found to be more than worth the trouble when it results in you complimenting him so sweetly. admittedly, though, this is more of an instinctual dragon courting thing than a fae thing… but you’ll be subjected to it regardless in the months leading up to his confession
of course he was doing some of that anyway before he realised his feelings and why he felt so compelled to be around you so often, but now that he actually knows what he’s doing and why it’s very difficult to miss the fact that you’re being courted. like, even silver figured it out very early on into malleus’ efforts and he’s notoriously oblivious. that’s how obvious he’s being about it
v i l s c h o e n h e i t
vil schoenheit is not a man that acts without thought — he can’t afford to, not with how integral his reputation is to his career — nor is he someone who lets his feelings influence his actions. not publicly, anyway. so when he realises that his feelings for you have shifted away from just being strictly platonic and have become something far more permanent and intimate, he makes every effort he possibly can to not show it
and as someone who has spent the better part of his life as an actor and has been media trained to hell and back, it’s safe to say that his poker face is absolutely impeccable and nobody — not you, not his father, not his fans, and not anyone except maybe rook who seems to know him better than he knows himself somehow— will be able to tell that he feels any sort of way for you. or anyone, for that matter, since he goes out of his way to keep his behaviour and routines as unaltered by this new revelation as possible
mostly for your protection as he’s keenly aware of how rabid certain fans can be and he doesn’t want you to be thrown into the deep end of a harassment campaign just because he can’t control himself, but also for his own sanity as the idea of his feelings getting outed before he has the chance to properly sit down with himself, process them, and confess on his own terms is, frankly, absolutely terrifying. so, yeah, chances are you will not be picking up on his crush before he wants you to know about it
that’s not to say that there won’t be any signs that he has feelings for you. just that they’re all extremely subtle and difficult to notice unless you already know what you’re looking for. like:
vil spending a few more seconds fretting over your outfit and hair and makeup than he does for even the messiest of students in his dorm. correcting your collar, restyling your hair, and even helping you redo your makeup in areas where it smudged with a level of patience and care that his dorm mates don’t often see from him. the perfectionism and outfit fussing, sure. but the way he lingers on you for a few heartbeats longer when he’s done is new… not that anyone other than rook would ever bother counting such a thing, of course
him checking in with you to make sure you’re eating properly and keeping hydrated even when he’s so busy he barely has the time to keep on top of his class work. often times texting you before he checks in with his vice, his manager, or anyone else in his circle on his busiest days. not that you’d know that, of course, but still it’s a pretty damning indicator of his fondness that would very quickly give away his favouritism should anyone else get ahold of his personal phone
the way he always smiles back at you whenever you greet him from across the courtyard or classroom, never once taking out any frustration he’s experiencing on you even when he would do so without hesitation to pretty much anyone else. his whole demeanour softening in a way that’s just subtle enough for others to miss or dismiss, but notable enough to stand out to those who know him well — because the way he smiles at you and the way he smiles for the camera are worlds apart in all the smallest and most important ways, and that speaks volumes for his affection even as he goes out of his way to obscure his true feelings for you
his willingness to help tutor you in potionology, and the more gentle (though still authorative) tone he takes on when correcting, instructing, and praising you during those tutoring sessions. being far more patient with you, far more giving of his increasingly sparse free time between lessons and club time and work, and far more understanding of your mistakes than he is even with the underclassmen that he’s the most invested in (like epel, for example). his behaviour when you’re alone such a far cry from the beautiful tyrant he’s been described to be by others that it’s almost comical… if easily dismissed as him just being a good friend to you, luckily for him
and the fact that he never comes back from a shoot or filming session off campus without at least something small for you. usually a trinket that reminded him of you or a snack that he knows you enjoy. though he does usually cover this up by either intentionally buying things for other people in his circle at the same time as to not rouse suspicion, or disregarding the gesture as just him having ‘extras’ of each item that he has no need for
so, yeah, you’d definitely be forgiven for not realising that the beauty of pomefiore is head over heels for you before he gets around the planning and executing his carefully arranged confession. because, well, he was actively trying to keep you and everyone else in the dark about it. he’ll make it up to you when you’re officially a couple, though, don’t worry
A loud sigh left you as your forehead hit the book you were currently reading. The words were a jumble in your head, barely registering before the knowledge fizzled out.
Studying at the Mostro Lounge was meant to be a good idea. A break from Ramshackle, and a way to concentrate better. But it was to no avail.
"I hate this" you groaned out, face still buried in the pages. "Why do I have the memory of a damn fish?" You thought out loud.
Suddenly, you felt observed. Three pairs of eyes landed on you, and the hair in the back of your neck stood. You lifted your face from the book to find Azul, Jade, and even Floyd staring at you.
And then, you realized what you had just said.
"... Sorry guys" you mumbled, embarrassment clinging to your face.
