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Happy Dialuci Week! (hosted by @pseudonymphomania) Day 2 - Kisses: Winding down after a stressful day 😌
day no.1 [secret relationship ] for @pseudonymphomania ‘s Second DiaLuci Week :] more of a colored sketch than anything due to lack of time, but it was a fun event to return to...
My first piece for DiaLuci Week!
In Your Favorite AU: Addams Family
I was obsessed with the Addams Family when I was 7. Honestly if I had to dissect my tastes, I would have to say that show was probably one of the ones that changed my brain chemistry for couple character dynamics and acquire a permanent taste for Silly Gothic (looks at Obey Me).
While Gomez treats Morticia like royalty, they operate as equals. Their dynamic is defined by unwavering loyalty and mutual respect (sound familiar?)
Inspirations below the cut:
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Kisses
Went for something a little different with hand kisses. (And it gives me an excuse to draw hands 😂).
Also had Can't help falling in love with you stuck in my head.
Hope you enjoy!
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First Touch- Chapter 2
Hey ya all, back with the fic, here is chapter 2 of my collab with the lovely @obeysalsaverde!
This chapter itself has no NSFW so it is safe to read!
I hope you all enjoy.
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After dinner, after the cleaning was complete and the castle’s guests and the Young Master had retired for the night, Barbatos sat down in his room and stared at his hands. His white gloves betrayed nothing of what was lurking beneath—assuming there was something there at all. He had been so taken aback by the appearance of his sigil on Simeon’s back that he’d barely had a moment to process that a mark might have appeared on him in turn.
He had seen it though. Hadn’t he? Barbatos had caught a glimpse of something there on his skin as he’d rushed to pull his gloves back on after the incident in the kitchen.
Could I have imagined it?
His mind had been too full at the time. Whatever he had seen on himself, he had blocked out.
And it was time to undress for bed.
He pulled off his left glove first, as if that would somehow brace him for what he might see next. But when he finally pinched the fingertips of the right glove and dragged the fabric away, his stomach flipped all the same.
There, in the palm of his hand as if it was something precious in his grasp, was a soulmark.
“They appeared where we touched,” he murmured.
The lines that made the mark were the same inky black that had appeared on Simeon’s shoulder, but instead of Barbatos’s sigil, what had appeared on the demon’s skin was Celestial. The butler examined it closely, ignoring the way his heart threatened to leap from his chest.
Most demons would likely not be able to discern between angelic sigils, except perhaps for the most famous of them—Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and at one point Lucifer. But Barbatos was not most demons. The butler was ancient, and his knowledge was vast. Certainly, he had familiarised himself with many angelic symbols in order to better serve Lord Diavolo. Not to the point of being able to identify which angel a symbol belonged to—though that was not a question in this scenario—but to the point of being able to discern an angel's rank from their sigil.
The mark in the palm of his hand was distinctly seraphic.
But Simeon was demoted to archangel after the war. How cruel of fate to use his seraph sigil as a soulmark.
That detail aside, the demon could not deny that the sight of that symbol on his skin made his heart leap. Barbatos touched the lines of the soulmark with his fingertips, then gently closed his hand. He cradled it to his chest.
“I thought I did not have one,” he murmured.
Barbatos had never begrudged the Young Master and Lucifer their love, nor Solomon’s with Asmodeus. They had each found their other half and the happiness that brought them was as clear as crystal. It was a joy he would simply never know—fate had not deigned to give him a soulmate, or else Barbatos would have found them already. That was what the butler believed.
Until that afternoon.
Barbatos moved slowly as he prepared for bed, going through the familiar motions while his mind continued reeling. He glanced down at the mark on his hand again and again, expecting each time to find it gone. But it was no illusion, no trick of the light, no fabrication of his mind. He ran his index finger over the mark again once he lay in bed.
“A soulmate …” A smile flickered across his face as he turned off his bedside light. Even in the dark, he could see the mark on his palm. “But an angel? Simeon?”
A strange feeling prickled through him when he thought of the man. There was an element of disbelief, yes, but behind that—excitement, curiosity. Perhaps even hopeful, in a reserved, tentative way.
The exchange program has scarcely begun. We have the beginnings of a friendship, to be sure. But Simeon and I are still strangers in the grand scheme of things. How could this be?
And yet, the mark was right there in his hand. And yet, picturing Simeon's face, imagining the sound of his voice, recalling the warmth of the angel’s skin blooming under his palm with that first touch, the butler's heart soared.
Strangers for now. But this mark shows everything we could be. All that we would need to do is simply let it grow.
He let himself picture it for a moment—he and Simeon sharing space, close enough to share warmth. He might find himself lost in the celestial blue of the angel's eyes. Barbatos could not deny that he found Simeon attractive. To the demon, he was utterly beautiful, though he would never have allowed himself to think it so unreserved until today.
Then there was Luke—Simeon’s ward. If Barbatos and Simeon were to pursue each other …
They are the family I have yearned for.
It made Barbatos view the time spent baking with the young angel, with Simeon's company, in an entirely new light.
That could be our norm. Our every day. Our life together— Ah, but I am getting ahead of myself.
He surprised himself with how easily he was settling into the idea. It was strangely comfortable to picture himself as part of a unit with the two angels. And there was something especially thrilling about picturing himself next to Simeon.
The question is: Is any of this something he would be open to exploring with me?
That afternoon had been a shock to the butler’s system, but a willingness to test the waters with a tug on the strings of fate was already clear in his own mind. His soulmate had appeared before his eyes—why would he not see where such a path may go? Why would he not choose to nurture that garden bed and see what could grow?
All that remained was a decision from Simeon. If the angel was open to the call of fate, to accepting a demon for a soulmate, something groundbreaking would be set in motion.
But that was not a guarantee. Rejecting a soulmate was not unheard of, and the possibility alone sat like a wound on Barbatos’s heart.
Could I bear that? he wondered. He held his marked palm to his chest again and rolled over. It would be no different to how it was before today, when I did not know I had a soulmate.
At least, that was what the butler would tell himself. Because having a soulmate was not something he could know.
Barbatos tossed and turned in his bed for another hour, waiting for sleep to find him. But he could not rid his mind of the discovery, of the possibilities both favourable and unfavourable. If he had free use of his powers, he might have peeked into his own future to know how it all played out.
But that is the exact kind of frivolous use that prompted me to surrender to a master who would command that I seek permission, outside of very specific parameters.
He rolled onto his back and sighed at the ceiling. He had no choice but to wait for the path before him to unfold as it would.
Before anything more, I would have to know Simeon’s outlook on the matter. And I’m quite sure he has not even realised our situation.
He would need to wait for Simeon to see they were soulmates, otherwise tell him outright.
Perhaps I shall pull him aside before he departs for Purgatory Hall at the end of the retreat and simply have a conversation about it with him. “Simeon, might I borrow you for a moment? Have you noticed that we are soulmates? Shall we date?”
Barbatos smacked a palm to his forehead.
No, that will not do. I shall wait for him to work it out for himself before I approach him.
No sooner had he settled on that decision, another complication reared its head—that the mark on Simeon’s shoulder was very visible, and that the entire cohort involved with the exchange program was at the castle for the retreat. Moreover, a solid half of them had already noticed Simeon’s soulmark—Luke had seen it appear, and during dinner both the Young Master and Lucifer, and then Solomon and Asmodeus had spotted it. And Simeon was sharing a room with the latter.
Good grief. It will be a miracle if Asmodeus does not tell him directly, not to mention if no one else does. And tomorrow night is the ball. Many denizens will be present. All it would take is for one demon to use the mark to strike up a conversation and—
Something about that sat ill with Barbatos—that somebody else might tell Simeon, if the angel did not soon realise the situation for himself.
And how would Simeon feel in that moment? Even I have been out of sorts since this discovery. It would be awful to find out in a situation where one could not retreat for a moment of solitude to process what it all means.
Barbatos threw back the covers and stood up. He paced his room.
This is driving me mad …
There was nothing more to it. Barbatos would need to find a way to make sure Simeon worked it out before the ball. He stopped pacing in the middle of his room and peered down at his hand again.
“If someone has to tell you, then it shall be me,” he said, as if the soulmark would carry the sentiment to the angel. “And I shall accept the choice you make with my head held high, come what may.”
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The dinner party had long since ended.
Upon returning to their rooms, Luke knew there was only one thing he could do. Simeon had already retreated to his room, citing that he would take a shower and get ready for bed. Luke wanted to— no, needed to know what had happened, needed to understand. So the most logical course of action was to ask.
Of course, he could have questioned Diavolo further on what exactly a soulmark was, but the prince had said it like it was something he was already supposed to know … And then just walked away! It would have been a little embarrassing to chase after the prince just to admit that he had absolutely no idea what it was. And the mark did appear on Simeon…
Why didn’t Simeon bring this up before if it’s so important? Is it even important? He hesitated by Simeon’s door, having snuck out of his own room. Could Simeon be hiding something, perhaps?
I’m about to find out.
The older angel was always very open with him when it came to just about anything he was curious about, always happy to answer his questions. There truly was no reason to not ask.
He could hear talking. Simeon sounded exhausted. The other voice sounded excited.
Here goes nothing.
Luke reached up and knocked on Simeon’s bedroom door, then waited to be called in.
“Come in, Luke.” That was Simeon’s voice.
And he finally remembered who the second voice was. Right, he is roommates with Asmodeus.
“Hi Luke~” Asmodeus called out, sprawled out on his bed, right on his belly. “Ugh, Mammon grabbed MC. He’s hogging all their attention. Can you believe it?” Rolling casually onto his back, the demon continued, “But we have more important matters to discuss. Back on topic.” His eyes landed on Simeon, and Luke shuddered because of the wicked grin that grew on Asmodeus’s lips.
I should just ask what I need to know and get out.
“Actually I …” Luke began, but was immediately overshadowed by the excitable demon.
“Simeon…. You still didn’t answer. What do you think of Barbatos? Do you find him hot? Sexy? Absolutely breathtaking?”
“Are you still on this?” Simeon tensed, his eyes wide. “Asmodeus! First of all, no. Second of all. Luke is here!”
“Oh come on, he’s old enough. Aren’t you Luke? You know about the birds and the bees.”
“What about the birds and the bees …?”
“No he does not! Cease this immediately!” Simeon’s cheeks were a bright red as he proceeded to place his book down.
“So when two people love each other—” Asmodeus was thrown to the side as a pillow hit him in the face. He shrieked. “Not my gorgeous face!”
“I told you to cease this behaviour!” Simeon glared at him. “I don’t know what has gotten into you so suddenly!”
“I just want to know,” Asmodeus wheezed, grabbing at the pillow that had just hit him. “You like him, don’t you?” He threw it right back at Simeon.
“No! I don’t know where you got that ridiculous idea!” Simeon was a little more prepared, catching the pillow with ease. “Barbatos and I are just friends!”
“Are you? You’re spending an awful lot of time together.” Asmodeus quirked a brow.
Luke was trying to comprehend what was happening right in front of him. It was a little upsetting, honestly. Why was Asmodeus so adamant that Simeon liked a demon? He puffed out his cheeks, his face growing a little red.
“We are spending time together because we are friends,” Simeon insisted again.
“I don’t know about you but I don’t check out my friends a—”
“Stop!” Luke cut them off, watching as the two ceased their actions. His eyes flickered between them. Luke just needed some answers.
The room went completely quiet between the three of them. Simeon was still glaring at Asmodeus but he did not say anything more. Luke’s eyes kept on flickering between the two while Simeon seemed to contemplate something. Probably trying to figure out whether it was worth it to hit Asmodeus again. Finally, the older angel sighed. Seemed he gave up.
“I apologise, Luke. That was childish.” Simeon slowly lowered the pillow he had been preparing to throw, tucking it by his belly. “Did you need something, dear?”
Luke glanced at Asmodeus. He wasn’t sure he wanted to have him there for what came next. But he couldn’t exactly ask him to leave his own room. Climbing onto Simeon’s bed, Luke settled by the older angel.
“What’s a soulmark?”
Seeing the expression on Simeon’s face shift so quickly, Luke wondered if he was wrong to ask. Simeon looked uncomfortable with the topic, and Luke was already considering leaving without an answer. Asmodeus did not seem to agree with that course of action.
“Soulmark, hm?” Asmodeus got up from his bed and dropped down on Simeon’s instead. “Why do you ask, Luke?”
“Yes … That is a good question, why do you ask?”
Luke blinked, shifting on the bed. “I … Heard Lord Diavolo talking about it…?”
“That so?” Asmodeus’s amusement seemed to only grow.
Meanwhile, Simeon looked as if he wished to disappear. His eyes landed back on the demon, as if hoping he would be willing to tell Luke. Asmodeus pulled back his sleeve, revealing a mark, similar to the one Simeon had, but very different.
“This is a soulmark.”
Simeon glanced away a moment, then cleared his throat, though the sound that left him was still thick with discomfort. “Yes. That on Asmodeus’s arm is indeed a… soulmark.”
“Okay but what does it mean?” Luke’s brows furrowed.
Simeon obviously had no desire to talk about this. But Luke stood firm, watching him, waiting for an answer. Finally, the angel relented.
“It’s a symbol. Of sorts. It’s not that important. It just shows who you are compatible with. When you first touch that person, it appears. That one person who is supposed to be your other half. Someone who makes you happy. Who is supposed to love you and cherish you through thick and thin.”
Luke blinked.
“A soulmate of sorts.”
He slowly nodded, trying to take in what that meant. The concept of a soulmate was familiar to him. He had read a few romance books in his life, not that Simeon needed to know. Even if the books were appropriate, he felt the older angel would have a heart attack. Luke took in a small breath. He looked at Simeon, then his eyes trailed down to his shoulder. His lips parted. Then he covered them with his hand. He glanced up at Asmodeus.
Asmodeus offered a nod.
So Barbatos is… Luke wasn’t sure he liked this.
“Who is … your soulmate, Simeon?” Luke asked carefully.
“Oh … Ah, I don’t … have one. Some people aren’t born with one. It is completely normal.” Or he hasn’t had a chance to meet them yet … Or they died before they came into contact … A lot of possibilities, really.
Asmodeus seemed to be trying not to laugh. But he managed, somehow.
“And yours, Asmodeus?”
“Mmm, Solly~” Asmodeus gladly responded. “We found each other a long time ago.”
“You know you’re still allowed to date without a soulmate, right, Simeon?” Asmodeus piped up.
Simeon sighed, then reached for his book again “I don’t need romance. I am satisfied as I am. Comfortable with a good book in my lap. Who needs more?” He fixed his reading glasses. “Besides that, I have Luke. Can we quit talking about this now?”
“Fine, fine.” Asmodeus waved him off. “I’ll just go and tell everyone you have the hots for Barbatos.” He shrugged and started to get off the bed, only to fall forwards as something grabbed his ankle.
“No you won’t! And I explicitly said I don’t like Barbatos in that way! Do not put words in my mouth!”
“Hey, let go!” Asmodeus struggled to get away.
That felt like a good moment to leave the two. Luke got up, then paused. Glancing back at Simeon, he wondered briefly if he should tell him.
Maybe not. This feels like something he and Barbatos should talk out with one another.
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It was a damn miracle that Diavolo had managed to keep quiet about the newly marked soulmates throughout the rest of dinner. At the end of the meal, Diavolo had made a point of waiting until everyone but Lucifer and Barbatos himself had turned in for the evening before he finally—finally—allowed his excitement to get the better of him.
Congratulations, Barbatos! he had laughed, throwing his arms around the butler in a bone-crushing hug. I can see that you are still adjusting to the revelation, but you must know that we are thrilled for you. Aren’t we, Lucifer?
The Avatar of Pride had, of course, reined in the prince’s enthusiasm.
We are indeed. But Dia, I think it would be best to let Barbatos decide how he feels for himself first.
For the butler’s part, he had simply stepped back once Diavolo had released him and offered them both a small bow.
My humblest thanks, he’d said, sounding distant. Then he’d returned to the post-dinner cleanup.
“How can he not be excited?” Diavolo said as he closed the bedroom door behind Lucifer. “I know it’s a surprise, but it feels like I’m more excited about discovering his soulmate than he is for himself.”
Diavolo discarded his jacket and threw himself down across the length of the crimson settee at the foot of his bed. He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Lucifer went to the crystalware cabinet against the wall and poured out two glasses of Demonus—the high-end stuff—then joined him. The prince sat up to accept the offered glass.
“I imagine it is more complicated than whether or not he is excited by the prospect. Simeon is an angel, Dia. If they make something of this, it will be complicated.”
“If?” Diavolo tutted. “You mean when. It will happen, I’m sure of it.”
Lucifer sighed and made himself comfortable on the settee.
The prince pressed on. “It’s a sign, Lu! First there was you and me—the demon prince and a freshly fallen seraph discovering that we were soulmates. You helped me set the wheels in motion for this exchange program. And now it is happening again—a powerful demon and an angel exchange student. Only this time, there’s no need for him to fall for them to be together.”
“Dia …”
“We are uniting the realms, Lu. It may be an unexpected progression, especially so early in the game, but soulmarks do not lie. Barbatos and Simeon are joined by the threads of fate, just as you and I.”
“Dia.”
That tone shut him up. Diavolo pouted. Lucifer emitted a tired sigh.
“I know you are excited by the potential of what this could mean. For our dear friend, and for the exchange program and your vision for the realms.” He leaned closer to Diavolo, placing his free hand over the prince’s. “But they are their own beings, both of them. I don’t imagine either of them desire the pressure that comes with symbolising a joining of the Devildom and the Celestial Realm. Let them find their own way in this, at their own pace. As we did.”
It was Diavolo’s turn to sigh. “I take your point, Lu. You are right.”
Lucifer smirked and sat back against the arm of the settee, his torso still angled towards the prince. “Aren’t I always?” They chuckled together, then Lucifer continued. “I’ve known Simeon for a long time.”
Diavolo made a sound of displeasure, but Lucifer did not let it derail the point he was making.
“He can be clueless at times. And from what we saw at dinner, I think you will agree that Simeon has not yet realised that he sports a soulmark now.”
“He had best figure it out soon,” said the prince, with a touch more bitterness than he intended.
The Avatar of Pride huffed a soft laugh. “How many times must I tell you, hm? You do not need to worry about me returning to Simeon.”
A smirk turns up the corners of Diavolo’s mouth. “I know. Even so, I’ll be glad when his attention is finally focused elsewhere. He can save his longing gazes for Barbatos. Surely he will notice before the end of the retreat. Don’t you think so?” The prince’s eyes lit up. “Aha! I’ve got it! Tomorrow evening, during the ball—we must make them dance together. Even if Simeon hasn’t noticed the soulmarks by then, surely he’ll feel something start to stir within himself during a dance.”
Lucifer shook his head. “Perhaps they will dance together. But perhaps they won’t. As I told Asmodeus, it is not our place to interfere. Besides, you said yourself that Luke seemed distressed by the development.”
Diavolo huffed and sunk against the back of the settee. “That’s right. He is barely comfortable being in the same room as a demon. I suppose it would be best that he has some time to adjust to the idea that his guardian has found a soulmate in one.”
He hummed and swirled the Demonus in his glass, careful not to spill it over the rim. It took a practiced hand. He raised the glass to the light and peered at the golden liquid through the thick crystal, then agitated the liquid once more.
“… I can tell that you’re still thinking about how to push them together,” Lucifer said after a long silence.
Diavolo brought the glass down to a more natural level and looked pleadingly at Lucifer. He held the other demon’s gaze and tilted his head just slightly to one side. He could see it working—Lucifer’s resolve was crumbling, slowly but surely.
“What if we just gave them a small nudge towards each other tomorrow night, hm?”
Lucifer breathed in slowly and closed his eyes. His shoulders drooped. Diavolo saw the exact moment when his face softened. With an exhale, Lucifer opened his eyes and gave a lopsided smile.
“Very well. A small nudge.”
The prince beamed. The puppy-dog eyes—they worked every time. Satisfied, he sat up straighter on the settee and leaned his knees against Lucifer’s. Then he raised his glass.
“To soulmates.”
Lucifer raised his glass, too. “To another match made in both Heaven and Hell.”
“May they bring each other joy as we do.”
“All in good time,” Lucifer agreed.
They both drank, savouring the excellent vintage, the complex flavour that coated their tongues, the way it slid smoothly down their throats. When they set down their empty glasses, Diavolo took Lucifer’s hand. He held the other demon’s gaze and let the other pair vanish from his mind. Slowly, he reached one hand for the buttons of his soulmate’s shirt.
“Let me see it,” he murmured.
Smirking, Lucifer tilted his head back to grant the prince better access.
They had known that they were soulmates, long before their marks appeared. But it was not until after the Fall, after Lucifer and his brothers had finally settled in the Devildom, that the Avatar of Pride had finally allowed himself to accept what they both knew.
Their first touch had been intentional. They had removed their own shirts, and taken care not to allow their skin to meet until the moment was right. Diavolo recalled the moment vividly. Lucifer had still been wearing his gloves, the leather fingertips finding a steady grasp on the prince’s shoulders. Diavolo himself had been cautious to place his own hands low on the other demon’s hips, where the fabric of his trousers could still act as a barrier.
I’m going to pull you closer now, he had murmured in that shrinking space between them. Are you ready?
Lucifer nodded. They had brought their torsos flush together and, finally skin to skin, moved into an embrace. They had shared their first kiss before they pulled away, but neither of them had needed to see the marks to know they had appeared, right there on their naked chests.
The prince smiled at the recollection as he parted the fabric over Lucifer’s chest and beheld the soulmark anew. He leaned forward and pressed his mouth over the inky shape. Lucifer’s soft intake of breath was everything. Diavolo sat up slowly, and when their mouths came together in a kiss, it was everything. And when they undressed each other and made love for hours that night, it was everything.
—
Something is wrong.
Call it intuition but something strange had happened and Simeon had taken notice. Last evening at dinner, everyone had been … staring. Either at him or at Barbatos. While he was on the topic of Barbatos, what was with him storming out of the kitchen? He had looked so frazzled. And then Luke’s behaviour, insisting that he had spoken with Barbatos. He had been staring at the butler too.
Simeon took a deep breath. There was one constant in this whole story—Barbatos.
So there he was, standing before Barbatos’s room.
Is this strange? Visiting the butler so early in the morning? No … No, it is—
His hand had been hovering above the door when it opened. Simeon stepped back in surprise, eyes widening. There in the doorway was Barbatos, staring right back at him, though he lacked the surprise on his face.
No wonder—when you can look into the future, can much of it even surprise you anymore?
Suffocating silence surrounded them. Barbatos seemed to be waiting for something.
Right, I’m the one who came to his room. I should begin the conversation.
“Good Morning, Barbatos.” Simeon spoke in his usual cheery voice.
Why do I feel so nervous all of a sudden?
Being close to the butler was making his stomach flip. For some reason, the urge to just stand there and stare at the butler was strong. But he resisted, drawing his attention back to the conversation as his good morning was reciprocated. I think. He was not listening for a moment there.
“I wished to talk to you. About last night.”
Something in Barbatos’s expression seemed to switch. He looked … excited? Nervous? Maybe? The angel never could read the other’s facial expressions. He was always very stiff, proper. Simeon thought it strange but let it go. Before he could continue, Barbatos stepped out of his bedroom and offered him a kind smile.
“Of course. However, I have some work to finish in the kitchens. This conversation would be much more comfortable over a morning cup of coffee.”
Simeon thought it over a moment, then nodded. “You are correct. It would.”
Stepping aside, Simeon allowed Barbatos to leave the room and waited for him to close up and lock the door.
The two walked through the large halls, though it wasn't far.
Well, it sort of makes sense that a butler’s room is close to the kitchens, he supposed.
Their conversation did not continue during their short trip. However, Simeon found that they did not have to say much anyway. The silence was comfortable. Barbatos’s very presence felt comfortable. Almost natural. And Simeon felt butterflies in his belly. That reminded him of another strange behaviour he had experienced yesterday—Asmodeus. For some reason, the avatar of lust had been insistent that Simeon had, as Asmodeus referred to it, “the hots” for Barbatos.
Which was honestly ridiculous. They were just friends. They spent time together because of Luke. And yes, Barbatos had invited him for wine tasting in his room once or twice but it was never anything serious. Just two men who have a deep appreciation for wine and tea.
What does Asmodeus even know? Simeon sighed, shaking away that thought. Okay, so… I can acknowledge that Barbatos is … attractive.
Why is my mind even going there?
He followed Barbatos into the kitchen and watched as the butler expertly prepared the coffee within a few moments.
He’s so … efficient.
Simeon sat down at the little table, offering a small smile to the butler.
“… Well then.” A mug was placed before him and Simeon picked it up, blowing at the drink. When he took a sip, his eyes widened. “How did you know how I like my coffee?”
“A great butler never reveals his secrets.”
Simeon quirked a brow at that and Barbatos … laughed. Had he ever heard Barbatos laugh that way?
“Alright, I may have inquired of Luke about the information.” He stepped away from the table and Simeon tried to not smile harder than he already was. A moment later, cookies were placed before him to eat, if he so wished, and Barbatos sat across from him. Simeon noticed then that Barbatos was not wearing his usual gloves, revealing that the butler… surprisingly had his nail painted black. Simeon did not know why this had come as such a shock to him but it had. He decided not to question it further.
“You said you wished to speak to me, Simeon? About last night?” Barbatos began and Simeon straightened up.
“Indeed. I just— Well… Everyone has been acting strange, haven’t they?” Simeon leaned forwards. “Last night, I mean.”
“I see … You noticed it.”
“You have, too? I am so glad. I thought I was going crazy!” Simeon laughed, relaxing slightly. He sipped on his coffee again. “So, was it something I did perhaps? Did I offend someone? Oh lord, I offended someone, didn’t I?” He frowned. “Though, I do not recall doing anything offensive …” He paused as he heard laughing and glanced up.
I am making Barbatos laugh quite a bit today, aren’t I? It’s a good feeling.
“You did not do anything offensive, no.” Barbatos shook his head. “It’s …” He trailed off.
Simeon waited for a few moments, but Barbatos did not continue.
“It’s what?” the angel urged. And this time, he could really see the nervousness on Barbatos’s face. “Is … something wrong?” He grew worried. Something felt wrong. Very wrong.
“Simeon. I decided I need to be honest with you.”
Simeon blinked. This sounds serious. He nodded, motioning for Barbatos to continue.
“Alright. Something happened yesterday, over there, in the pantry.”
Confusion made itself known again and Simeon looked over at the pantry. “While Luke and I were cooking?”
“Indeed.”
“So what happened? I do not recall anything …” Simeon trailed off, then watched as Barbatos placed his hand down on the table, palm up, offering him a hopeful smile.
It took Simeon a few moments to register what exactly he was looking at.
… Oh.
“Simeon,” Barbatos began, “your soulmark appeared on my palm last night, as did mine on your shoulder. And I was hoping … that we could … get to know one another better.”
Simeon’s lips parted in shock. There was no doubt.
That is my mark … from when I was a seraph… My magical signature.
Discomfort overtook him. Then panic.
What does one do in this situation? Simeon glanced up at Barbatos, who looked far too hopeful for his comfort.
What had he done to deserve this sort of punishment?
A demon for a soulmate? Was my demotion not shameful enough? Now … Now this?
He took in a shaky breath, then stood up, shaking his head.
“No … No, this is … This is not …”
“Simeon—”
“I need to go.” Simeon had no idea how to feel about this. But he needed to leave. He needed time to think.
Yes, run away.
Simeon tried to shoo the thought away; he knew where it would lead. The guilt of abandoning the brothers when they needed him would never leave him. He had relived that trauma too many times.
You always run.
Simeon blinked a few tears away once he was out of the kitchen. He tried not to think of the hurt he’d just seen on Barbatos’s face.
That damned ball is tonight.
Simeon doubted he would attend after that.
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And there you go! Here is the link to ao3 if you'd rather read it that way:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86772006/chapters/232682211
And the link to Chapter 1!
Thank you for reading!
I'm a little late to the party, but here's chapter 2 of First Touch, the collab I'm writing with @seerachii-art
Dialuci-Cinderella AU
My piece for Dialuci week!
nothing has ever shined as brightly as you do
Kisses in the classroom (DiaLuciWeek2026 : Kisses)
Rating: M (suggestive!)
Ship: Diavolo x Lucifer
Words: ~2000
Tags: Kisses ; Romance ; Love Bites ; Makeup
Summary: While Diavolo wanted to enjoy his free time with Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride has been pranked by Asmodeus. At least, it's a cute prank.
Of course, the only thing the Prince wants is to help his lover.
AO3: here (it's better for the "chatroom" part)
Written for the dialuci week 2026 organized by @pseudonymphomania ! With the prompt "Kisses" !
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The evening has arrived at Devildom. The RAD students are starting to go home, only those who want to work on their homework and the teachers are still there. Diavolo is at the head of this academy, so it’s natural that he finishes quite late despite his already busy schedule with his duties as a prince.
But it’s not a problem, not for today at least.
Barbatos gave him an hour of freedom -a rare thing-, so he intends to enjoy it with someone. Lucifer had texted him a few minutes ago, saying that he was in the lab classroom alone after helping Mammon and Asmodeus with their homework. Actually, "helping" is not really the right word to use, but rather "forcing" them to do their homework. These two demons are not known for their good grades, quite the contrary.
But well, school is not for everyone. These two excel in other specialties that are not academic.
As Diavolo arrives at the corridor where the classroom is, he sees Asmodeus and Mammon run away laughing. The Prince is sure that they must have played a prank on Lucifer, but certainly nothing bad since the Avatar of Pride does not pursue them. Without knocking, Diavolo opens the classroom door and sees Lucifer wiping his face tediously. Makeup and documents are scattered on his desk; would his two young brothers have put makeup on his cheek for fun?
"Lucifer? What happened to your face?"
“Asmo.” sighs the elder in annoyance. "I helped him with his makeup after he finished his homework, and that idiot kissed my cheek to thank me."
"It’s rather a cute thing, isn’t it?" says Diavolo with a smile. "You often complain that your brothers are not affectionate enough with you."
"I wouldn’t have complained if it wasn’t a cursed lipstick."
To show the reason for his annoyance, Lucifer stops rubbing his face to show his white cheek stained with a mark of pink lipstick. Diavolo gets closer to Lucifer, puts his hand on his cheek and tries to wipe the kiss print with his thumb: it’s no use. There is no burr, neither on his finger nor on the pale skin of the fallen angel. The only thing that Diavolo managed to do with his gesture is to make his lover slightly blush.
"Impressive. It must be Majolish’s new range of lipsticks, right?"
"Yes, and I need a special makeup remover." replies Lucifer. "Of course, this idiot left it at home! No matter how many spells I tried to hide my face, it doesn’t work.”
Lucifer sulks as Diavolo thinks, looking at the few lipsticks on the desk. So, that’s why the two demons were laughing. It was only for a cute prank. It changes from the traps of Belphegor and Satan.
Diavolo also wants to have fun.
He takes carmine lipstick and puts it on his lips, under the panicked gaze of Lucifer. Why does the Prince do that when he just told him this makeup is permanent without the right makeup remover? Lucifer doesn’t understand, but when Diavolo has finished putting on his lipstick, he can’t help admiring him and wanting to kiss him. If there is one person who knows how to put makeup on, besides Asmo, it’s the Prince of Devildom.
As Lucifer stares at him, Diavolo steps up and kisses his cheek. The fallen angel finds the act cute, until he remembers why he panicked a few seconds ago.
"Diavolo!"
The demon in red moves away from his lover to look at him with a cunning smile, the imprint of his lips now next to that of Asmo.
"I’m not allowed to kiss you? Only Asmodeus can?"
"That’s not the point!"
"What’s so embarrassing then? You’re my lover, everyone knows and I like to remind the whole world of it."
Diavolo smiles at him innocently before attacking Lucifer again with little kisses on his face, avoiding his lips on purpose. Although the Avatar of Pride is embarrassed, he does not really protect himself and even laughs at this "attack" from his lover.
But after about ten kisses, wouldn’t it be time to counter-attack? If the Avatar of Pride must go out with his face marked by love, then the Prince of Devildom too.
Lucifer asks Diavolo to stop by pushing him away, and he grabs a dark red lipstick. Before applying the cursed makeup, the Prideful demon licks his lips to moisten them and captivate the Prince. Diavolo looks at his man, with love and excitement. Seeing Lucifer’s face marked by his lips is gratifying, but watching him put on this cursed lipstick to kiss him is a real delight.
When Lucifer finishes, he puts his makeup on the desk and grabs Diavolo by his collar.
"Diavolo, lie down there."
“Yes!”
Excited by his partner’s enthusiasm, Diavolo lets Lucifer lay him down on a table. The fallen angel settles over him and looks at him with desire, Diavolo’s golden eyes shimmering.
Lucifer will devour him.
"You will pay for this affront, Diavolo."
"Show me then, Lucifer."
The Avatar gently approaches the Prince’s face, and kisses the corner of his lips. Diavolo lets himself go, the contact of the fallen angel relaxing him. He closes his eyes, sighing with ease at each kiss on his face. When Lucifer starts undoing his tie and whispers that his revenge will go further, Diavolo can’t help but moan in anticipation.
He loves it when Lucifer takes the lead.
Now that the neck of Diavolo is completely revealed, Lucifer kisses his lover’s throat. At first gently, only pressing his lips, then he becomes more passionate by tasting his slightly salty and hot skin, starting to chew it up and make hickeys. Diavolo ends up moaning when Lucifer licks his throat, making the Avatar of Pride smile even more.
Lucifer stops to look at Diavolo whose cheeks have turned dark red. He asks him to open his eyes and the Prince obeys: both are covered with kisses, the prints of their lips intact with the cursed makeup. Diavolo raises his right hand to put it on Lucifer’s cheek, where Asmodeus had kissed his brother.
There’s nothing better than a forest to hide a tree, isn’t it? Lucifer who didn't wanted being seen with Asmo’s kiss mark, now only Diavolo's love can be seen on his face.
"We match." says the Prince.
"For now." assures Lucifer. "But soon, your whole body will be covered by my lips."
"I’m waiting for that."
Diavolo keeps his hand on Lucifer’s cheek to bring his face closer to his own. Finally, their lips meet and kiss passionately, making their tongues dance and sticking their bodies together. Lucifer ends the kiss but does not let go of his lover’s lips, gently nibbling them.
As Diavolo tries to undress while Lucifer leaves his face to kiss his throat, they suddenly stop when they hear a door open abruptly. The demons turn to the source of the noise: behind them, Satan in his demonic form, petrified, while Belphegor is looking at them with disgust. They had hidden in the classroom wardrobe, with a can of paint to throw at Lucifer once his back was turned.
Unfortunately, they hadn’t foreseen that Asmodeus would prank Lucifer, much less that Diavolo would come shortly after.
And they didn’t expect any of this either.
"Satan? Belphie?" questions Diavolo.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" Lucifer gets angry.
The two young demons say nothing, paler than usual. Only Belphegor displays an expression of pure revulsion, while Satan is too shocked to express anything -although his demonic form betrays his feelings-. Without a word, the Avatar of Sloth takes his brother out of the classroom.
Upset, Lucifer leaves his place and glances at the hallway before closing and locking the door. Now, they are really alone.
"You... think they’re alright? They were very silent..." asks Diavolo timidly, seeing the anger emanating from his lover.
"I will punish them as soon as I get home." Lucifer says, taking off his gloves. "But before that, I want to finish what we started here."
The Avatar of Pride puts down his gloves and licks his lips. Diavolo swallows his saliva, Lucifer’s gaze more determined than ever.
"Undress." the fallen angel commands. "You too must be punished."
Lucifer is angry; not at Diavolo but at his brothers for ruining that moment. The Prince is more than happy to continue, especially with his lover who is going to be very passionate.
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The Fantastic Three
Diavolo: Lucifer, were you able to clean your face?
Lucifer: The makeup remover from Asmodeus worked very well. For you too, I guess?
Diavolo: Yes! Even though I wanted to keep your love marks, Barbatos forced me to clean everything. At least, I took a few photos.
Barbatos: Young Master, you can’t go to bed with makeup. It's unreasonable, you know it.
Barbatos: And Lucifer, please, avoid using such makeup on Lord Diavolo in the future.
Barbatos:
Lucifer: Diavolo attacked me, I had to fight properly.
Diavolo:
Diavolo: I can’t wait to fight like that again, Lucifer.
Lucifer:
Barbatos: Enough. It’s time to talk about "that" now.
Barbatos: Lucifer, Diavolo, I am truly happy for you. That your relationship is so thriving and passionate is wonderful.
Barbatos: But I can’t go on like this.
Barbatos: Either I leave this groupchat and create a chatroom with only the Young Master, or you create one for both of you.
Barbatos: It’s "The Fantastic Three" here, not "The Lovers".
Lucifer: I understand. I’ll take care of it right now.
Diavolo: Barbatos, I’m sorry for embarrassing you so much with our discussions. I didn’t realize that we could be inappropriate here.
Diavolo:
Barbatos: It’s my fault too, I should have told you that since you are together.
Lucifer: Except that you wanted to be sure Diavolo wasn’t talking with me all night behind your back, right?
Barbatos:
Diavolo sighs, the message from Barbatos having concluded the discussion. Oh, he completely forgot to ask Lucifer about his brothers! He still remembers Satan who was completely frozen on the spot. As the Prince was about to go to bed, his D.D.D. rings and he sees a new chat appear, with only Lucifer and him.
The Royal Lovers (Lucifer, Diavolo)
Lucifer: Welcome to our chatroom, Diavolo.
Diavolo:
Diavolo: Thank you, Lucifer! Now we can talk freely here.
Diavolo: But I wanted to ask you something before going to bed.
Lucifer: Yes?
Diavolo: How are your brothers? You haven’t been too hard on them?
Lucifer: I gave a proper punishment to Asmo, Belphie and Mammon.
Lucifer: Asmo will have to do the dishes for two weeks, and I hung Belphie with Mammon.
Diavolo: Why Mammon? What did he do?
Lucifer: He knew about the cursed lipsticks and did nothing, so I punished him like the others.
Diavolo: And Satan?
Lucifer: It’s more difficult.
Lucifer: He hasn’t said a word since he got home. He went to lock himself in his room and when I entered, he was hiding under his bed.
Diavolo: To run away from you?
Lucifer: No, I think he’s still shocked by what he saw. I forced him out of his hiding place but instead of struggling or shouting at me, he was looking at the floor.
Lucifer: And then he went back to hide under his bed. I didn’t have the heart to punish him in that state, so I left him.
Lucifer: He didn’t even come to eat tonight.
Lucifer:
Diavolo: I hope he gets better tomorrow.
Lucifer: I hope so too, otherwise the others will become unbearable and blame me for his condition.
Diavolo: It will be fine, don’t worry.
Diavolo: But I think you need to use another approach with him. Why not discuss tomorrow, the three of us?
Lucifer: You’re right. It’s a good idea.
Diavolo:
Diavolo: See you tomorrow then! My love.
Lucifer: See you tomorrow, my Prince.
Lucifer:
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NOTES :
Yes, Satan will stay in fetal position all night. Yes, he tried to escape the discussion with Lucifer and Diavolo the day after. No, he couldn’t avoid it. (maybe I will write a part 2 with this lol)
Satan stopped trying to play pranks on Lucifer for a whole month and ran away from Diavolo as soon as he saw him lol
I hope to be able to write with the other prompts if I have time! <3 This is the first time I’ve participated in this kind of event! I was very inspired! ^w^
Some memes because I think it's funny. Satan and Belphie after watching their big bro and Diavolo doing "things" :
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Diavolo/Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Characters: Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Additional Tags: DiaLuci Week (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Spoilers for The Glory Days Devilgram Series: Part 1 of Parts of a Whole Summary:
The arrival of their Celestial visitor was marked by a bright light, tearing through the perpetually nighttime sky of the Devildom. That light streaked through the clouds from on high, looking for all the world like a falling star that only got brighter and brighter as it came closer and closer to where they stood. Then there was light. Not the breathtaking light of a shooting star, but bright, searing crimson light, erupting from the collar of his tunic and shining bright enough to blind him. His breath caught in his throat, his chest going tight as realization of what that light was fell upon him. His soulmark had finally been united.
~A soulmate AU rewrite of The Glory Days Devilgram~
Author’s Notes:
This is written for the fantastic @pseudonymphomania ‘s second annual DiaLuci Week! Specifically, this is for prompt #4. In Your Favourite AU, and I chose a soulmate AU!
Technically this is a prequel to my longfic Nine Parts of a Whole, and is set in that alternate universe, but it can be read without ever reading that story, so please enjoy!
Secret Relationship
Prompt for the DiaLuci week. Got a late start but at least started it now 😂. Enjoy!
Diavolo: Isn't this a surprise. I wasn't expecting this.
Lucifer: Hush Dia. This is not the time to talk. We need to hurry before Mammon comes back.
@pseudonymphomania thanks for mentioning this so I could participate!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
dialuciweek free day hell yeah babyyyyy
yet again contradicting my angsty aura with my love of writing fluff 😔
@pseudonymphomania 🫣
my contribution for dialuci week 2026! this is my first time uploading fanfic so be nice to me plez
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
@pseudonymphomania
happy day 1 of @pseudonymphomania’s dialuci week 2026 everyone!!
for the first prompt, secret relationship, I drew something semi inspired by that one chat where Lucifer was going to sneak Diavolo away to get fast food. I imagine Lucifer flying up to Dia’s balcony, but the two get a bit distracted before they can leave 🤭 also mini comic on the side because I will not miss an opportunity to put Mephisto in the cuck chair.
A private meeting to hide a secret date, all to hide a secret relationship (barb definitly knows, he’s just letting them get away with it this time). there’s layers to this shit!
Secret Relationship
happy DiaLuci week! Thank you to @pseudonymphomania for organising this event.
Is Diavolo attracted to Lucifer?
Yes / No
is Diavolo attracted to Lucifer?
Yes
No
If I may posit this: Diavolo's aesthetic attraction to Lucifer is separate from his appreciation for him as a person and is especially unrelated to Lucifer's usefulness by his side. It's also unrelated to attraction based on proximity since he said he forgot upon their first meeting what Lucifer's first words to him were because he was too "mesmerized by [Lucifer's] grandeur".
How does Lucifer view this?
Lucifer for his part in OG14-C "The Nature of Their Bond", claims such praises embarrasses him "in public", which, with it's specificity, calls into suspect what he's okay with in private. Simeon, when witnessing Diavolo's praise toward Lucifer in flashback, says Lucifer has never looked more relaxed and says he's changed in more ways than one. Lucifer is shown to be permissible to Diavolo's shenanigans much more than he tolerates from anyone else, well represented by what he says in his 24 Hours Together card when asked if he was looking forward to playing a sport in the Event of the Day, "Not particularly, but with Diavolo being in such high spirits about the event, it's impossible for anyone to refuse. Though, I mean that in a good way. I'm always astonished by the amount of new events and activities that he manages to arrange for the students. I'd like to support that, however I can." (Complain for taste/appearances sake, but actually doesn't mind/will go through with because it makes his friend happy) Which is a characterization that Lucifer carries with him everywhere. There are multiple instances of Lucifer being himself about all the attention, but it's expressed in the following manner: Diavolo does something. Lucifer protests. Diavolo and him have a heart to heart. Lucifer does something unexpected and touching for Diavolo that shows that he cares (Creating Records WW, NB55-A... off the top of my head. Theres certainly more.) When Lucifer's words start the music box instrumental in NB55-A, that's when you know that is meant to be a proper bookend to what this franchise started about a long and compassionate friendship between the two [... or more, if you aren't dating either of them/poly. The same mechanism that gives every mc their lore and desired partner(s) in their universe is the same one I use for my universe].
Shout Your Heart Out screenshots are mine. The others were graciously donated by @radarchives with permission for dialuci propaganda.
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