*** I wasn't entirely sure what to do with this request initially as I don't typically write human OCs besides MC, but I think I figured something out. Thank you for sending this in β€ I hope you enjoy the fic! -B ***
Summary: MC wasn't pleased about being forced out of their home and into the Devildom for this so-called exchange program, however, they were pissed that their little sister Harper was brought with them. MC wants nothing more than to make sure their sister stays alive and safe while in the Devildom, but first they need to figure out why these Demon bastards won't stop gawking at her.
Part 2, Series Masterlist
You grimaced as your body slammed against hard marble floors.
One moment you had been watching over Harper, your little sister, play in the park, and the next you were falling.
A thud and a sharp cry rang out behind you. Harper.
You whipped around to see your little sister laying on the ground, tears in her eyes as she began to sit up. You instantly moved over to her and began to look her over for injuries. "Are you alright? Did you hurt anything?" You questioned as you eyed the red blotches forming on her arms and knees from the impact.
She opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a squeak as her eyes landed on something behind you.
You tensed, preparing for the worst, as you slowly turned around.
Standing in the dark, courtroom that you appeared to be in, were five large, intimidating, seemingly male, figures who stood staring at you in a mix of shock, denial, and confusion.
The purple-eyed one took a step forward, his eyes blinking in disbelief. "L-Lilith?"
You suddenly realized it wasn't you they were gawking at.
You sneered at them, shoving Harper behind you as you reached for the small knife that you kept on your person. "Don't stare at my sister like that you, you pervs. Now tell me where the hell are we and what do you want?"
The men seemed to ignore your question as the tall, dark-haired one turned to the man in red. "What is the meaning of this? I thought we were only supposed to have one other student?"
"And why... how is one of them Lilith?" The purple-eyed one added on.
The man in red shook off whatever remaining shock dazed him and smiled gently at the others. "I'm unsure. But whatever's happening we'll figure it out," he turned to you and opened his arms wide. "Hello, MC. Welcome to the Devildom. My name is Lord Diavolo and-"
Before he could get any closer, you whipped out your knife and pointed it shakily at him. Harper whined from where she stood behind you, and you could feel her grip tighten on your back.
"Don't come any closer!" You hissed as you took a step back. You swallowed down the lump of terror in your throat as you noticed the dark one's eyes narrow dangerously at you and the blond smirk in the background. "Look. W-We don't want any trouble. We just want to go home. S-So just bring us back from where you took us, a-and we won't tell anyone about this."
The man seemed to be amused by your knife as his smile grew and he raised his hands in defence. "Now, now. No need for such aggression. We didn't bring you here to hurt you or anything like that. In fact, you were chosen for a once in a lifetime opportunity."
He raised an eyebrow as your knife remained fixed on him. "As I was saying earlier," he made a graceful swiping motion with his hand. You yelped as your knife went flying out of your grip and skipped across the floor. You reached behind you and kept Harper as securely hidden as possible. "My name is Lord Diavolo. You, MC, were chosen to be a human representative for an inter-realm exchange program here in the Devildom. You'll be placed under the care of Lucifer and his brothers, the seven Avatars of Sin," he gestured to the men behind him. "They will do their best to keep you safe as you complete your day-to-day tasks and duties at the Royal Academy of Diavolo."
Harper tensed behind you at his explanation and held onto you as though you were about to be ripped away from her grasp. You soothingly placed a hand on her arm as you glared at the so-called "Lord." "I don't care about your shitty exchange program. You kidnapped me and hurt my sister. I want to go home."
Lucifer's eyes flared at your tone. He took a step forward, as though he was about to charge you, but stopped as Diavolo raised a hand. He stared at you with a gentle expression. "I apologize. Your sister was not meant to get caught into the portal," he tried to glance around to you to get a better look at Harper, but you moved to block his sight. He smiled softly at your actions. "If it'd make you more compliant, we can send her home right away. But you will be staying with us for the next year."
"No!" Both Harper and the purple-eyed man shouted in unison as Harper shoved herself out of your grasp and moved in front of you.
"Harper!" You quickly pulled her closer to you, as you glared at the purple-eyed man.
Your sister struggled in your arms. "You can't take, MC! I won't let you!"
"Haper, please. I'm trying to protect you," you whispered in her ear, but she continued fighting.
The purple-eyed demon nodded in agreement with your sister. "Shouldn't we find out why she looks so much like Lilith? We can't just send her back!"
Harper froze in your arms at his words, and you growled as you held her tightly to your chest. "Look. I don't know who this Lilith lady is, but you're not getting anywhere near my sister, so back off!"
Diavolo seemed to consider the man's words as he peered down at Harper. "It is a curious development, isn't it?"
Lucifer groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Do not tell me you're considering keeping both of them?"
Your heart stopped as Diavolo shrugged. "Why not? They don't seem to want to be separated, so it would be the best course of action."
"The small one isn't even old enough to attend RAD, my Lord," Lucifer spoke through gritted teeth. "It's pointless."
Diavolo grinned. "Beelzebub seems more than willing to look after her if needed," you frowned as he pointed to the purple-eyed man that has been curious about Harper.
"No," you snapped, causing everyone to turn to you once more. You sighed, squeezing Harper's shoulder as reluctant acceptance washed over you. "You're obviously not willing to send me home. Fine. But if you're keeping both of us here, my sister will not be leaving my sight. That is non-negotiable. I especially don't want him," you gestured harshly to Beelzebub. "Watching over her. Not after the way he's been acting," you settled your determined gaze onto Diavolo. "I don't trust any of you. But I want my sister safe. So long as she stays with me and remains unharmed, I'll do whatever you want me to do in this so-called exchange program. But the moment that changes, if she gets hurt or I don't know where she is, then I will make this experience a living hell for everybody involved. Is that understood?"
The wavy, light brown-haired demon in the back giggled at your words. "Your so cute when you get all fired up like that~"
The blond beside him snorted. "It's funny to see them think that they actually have a say in all of this. As if we can't just force them to do what we want."
"Asmodeus. Satan. Quiet. You are not helping." Lucifer snapped.
You raised an eyebrow at them as you tilted your head. "You think I don't have a say?" The room went quiet. "Because Lord Diavolo said this was an exchange program and that I was not to be hurt. According to that statement, you can't cause any harm to me. This whole program only works if I am treated fairly and actually comply with everything. If that doesn't happen," you confidently raised your chin. "Why, I imagine the entire initiative and whatever it stands for would fall to pieces." You looked Diavolo in the eyes in challenge. "Am I wrong?"
The prince laughed loudly at your bold statement. "Not at all," he shook his head in amusement as he looked over at Lucifer. "You made a wonderful choice, Lucifer. They will do well down here."
Lucifer seemed to disagree with the Prince's words.
Diavolo clapped his hands as he turned back to you. "It's a deal then. You will stay here and comply with your duties as an exchange student, and in return, you and your sister will be kept safely together under the care of the brothers."
You clenched your jaw, trying to calm your racing heart as Harper whimpered in your arms.
What had you gotten yourself into?
***Thank you so much for the request! This was really interesting to write. If you guys are interested in a part two of this, and possibly some angst regarding lesson 16, let me know and maybe I'll do a follow up π Thanks for the support! Love ya guys! -B***
***So I really really really love this idea, but I'm going to tweak it just a little bit so rather than only seeing them in mirrors, MC can just always see them when the brothers aren't around. This one is going to take place after they return to the human realm. I'm also going to be using he/him pronouns for the crush that'll be mentioned. I figured since all the dateables in the game identify as male, it'd be a safe bet. Thank you so so much for this creative request @gender-less-lemon (also I freaking love your profile picture. Monster Camp/Prom is hilarious)***
Summary: An average day of high school with MC...and the seven pact manifestations that haunt their vision.
TW: Bullying
You were awoken not by an alarm, or your guardian, or even some random noise from outside, but rather a phantom gnawing on your arm.
With a groan, you blinked open your eyes and saw just your regular old room, with one minor difference; a spectral red bear was happily teething on your elbow. You chuckled and pet the manifestation, noting the brightly glowing symbol of gluttony resting in its stomach.
"Okay, Beel," you mumbled to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed, pushing the purple translucent calf sleeping on your stomach, in the process. "I hear you."
Ever since you had returned to the human realm, you had been followed around by spectral manifestations of the seven pacts that you owned. By the looks of things, no one else could see them, and they only appeared when the connected sin was active or needed, but it helped you feel less alone.
You missed the brothers more than you had anticipated. It was more than a little bit of a culture shock to go from being loved and spoiled every day to being the misfit in your high school.
Speaking of which, you needed to get going if you weren't going to be late.
As you rushed around our room frantically grabbing the things you needed to get ready, the calf-like manifestation of sloth sat on your bed mooing in complaint. You sent a glare over to it as you finished collecting your belongings. "Trust me, I rather stay home and sleep too, buddy. But I have to go."
Grabbing some fruit on your way out the door, you just managed to make it to school on time. Now it was simply a matter of surviving the day.
In all honesty, you preferred RAD to high school. In RAD, the subjects were interesting and grasped your attention without any problems at all. You had friends, even outside of the brothers. Sure there were always demons that would talk down about the kid human that clung to the demon lords, but you had the brothers to protect you. It was nice.
Now that you were back in the human world, you had none of that. In fact, you were even more of a misfit than when you were before.
The teenager that vanished for a year and came back weirder than before; that was you. At first, you couldn't get people to leave you alone, but once they realized you weren't going to give them answers they backed off. You would occasionally laugh or whisper to the manifestations, which would earn you some more than weird looks, but you didn't care.
These weird little ghost-like creatures were one of the only things you had connecting you to the Devildom. They meant more to you than anything else.
As you entered your classroom, you had to bite back a laugh at the sight of one of your classmates looking around in confusion as, unknown to them, a golden yellow crow flapped around their head and pecked at the shiny earrings they were wearing. You took your seat in the back of the classroom and watch in amusement as the crow continued pecking at the various belongings of students, causing subtle chaos and confusion.
Leave it to Mammon to make your day even when he wasn't actually there.
Your teacher walked in and sat down in his chair. "Alright, class. Today we're going to continue with our history presentations. Remember these were subjects of your choice, so I do hope that you can at least pretend to be interested," he sighed and pulled out a clipboard. "Looks like the next person presenting is...MC."
You winced and looked down at your notes.
The topic was definitely one you were confident in, but to present it in front of your class. What if no one liked it? What if people laughed? What if-
You felt a nudge on your arm.
You glanced over to see a dazzling blue peacock, straightening its long neck out high as it puffed out its chest. The pride manifestation gestured forward with its head and almost seemed to smile at you.
You smiled gently as you felt warmth grow from his pact mark on your inner wrist and stood up beside the peacock. It cawed and began to strut forward, leading the way to the front of the class.
The mental image of Lucifer doing the same almost caused you to burst out laughing.
You finally turned to the class and held your head up proudly as you began to speak. "My presentation today will be on biblical demonology and the way it has evolved throughout the eons of its existence."
It was the best presentation you had ever given in your life.
Riding off of the high from history class, the day seemed to fly by. Before you knew it was time for lunch.
The bear was back, this time just softly moaning it continued butting your back with its head in an attempt to get you to go to the cafeteria faster.
With one particularly heard shove, you were sent stumbling forward, directly into the chest of someone.
"I'm so sorry! I'm a total clutz. I just tripped, I hadn't meant to-" you cut yourself off as you looked up and noticed you were looking at your crush. Your jaw snapped shut as you felt your face suddenly become uncomfortably hot.
He smiled and waved off the apology. "It's alright. Just an accident right?"
Your face became even hotter as you noticed a bright pink rabbit jumping up and down happily behind him. "I- Uh...Ehm...Y-Yeah! Yeah, t-totally an accident. I'm seat so I should go find my hungry. I-I mean!"
He chuckled and nodded. "No worries, I get what you're trying to say. Enjoy your seat, MC," he gave you a wink, causing you to squeak as he walked off.
You glared down at the rabbit running happy circles around your feet and the red bear that was sulking guiltily in a corner. "I blame you two for this."
With an embarrassed huff, you entered the cafeteria and found yourself instantly wanting to walk back out.
Everyone was laughing and talking with one another in their friend groups at their tables. Some gossiped eagerly over a magazine. Others sat silently with one another while they gamed or read books. There was even a table where a group of theatre kids were drumming out a soundtrack beat on the table while singing their favourite
songs.
You ducked your head down and grabbed a tray of food before moving to the lonely table in the back, doing your best to ignore the giant orange snake that slithered between the tables, occasionally hissing and tripping students.
You tried not to think of how you could be just like those groups of laughing friends, if only you were still at RAD. Your heart ached as you thought about the brothers. Maybe you could call them tonight.
You let out a heavy sigh as you stood up and went to leave. You had almost made it to the door when a familiar face stopped you.
Standing just a couple inches taller than you, surrounded by their groupies, was your tormentor, Taylor.
You weren't entirely sure why they hated you so much. You just knew that they did, and that it got even worse when you came back from the Devildom.
Taylor smirked with their arms crossed over their chest. "Where do you think your going? You haven't come to say hello yet."
You scoffed and tried to walk past them. "Leave me alone, Taylor. I'm not in the mood for this today," before you could get very far, you were harshly onto the floor, stealing the breath from your lungs. You gasped and glared up at them. "What the fuck?!"
The bully just sneered down at you. "You may not be in the mood for this, but I am. You know I heard about your weirdo presentation. Demons? Really? What are you, a satanist?"
Their word choice was really ironic, for at that moment you noticed the large, white unicorn with flaming green hair and eyes appear behind them. The beast stomped its hooves and whinnied dangerously.
You gulped nervously and looked up at Taylor. "Even if I was, it's not your business. I just find the topic interesting is all."
You went to stand up, and therefore force the angry horse with a horn away from Taylor, but were stopped as they placed their foot on top of your chest. "I bet that's why you have all those weird tattoos, huh? What did you run away and join a cult for a year? Freak!"
You could feel Satan's pact mark on the back of your neck grow hotter and hotter to the point that you were concerned the manifestation may be trying to summon him. Your eyes widen as you noticed it back up a few steps and point its horn at Taylor.
You knew that the creatures normally could do small interactions with others, such as tripping or pushing, but you had never seen them attempt anything so violent. You couldn't just let it kill someone.
"STOP!"
The cafeteria fell quiet, but you weren't looking at them or even Taylor, you were looking at the unicorn.
The manifestation neighed in frustration and jumped around, but obeyed your command.
You slumped in relief. Looking back over to Taylor, you found them glaring down at you like you were nothing but a bug. They opened their mouth to degrade you even further when a teacher finally stepped forward.
"What is happening here?"
You walked over to the unicorn while Taylor fed the teacher a handful of lies. You leaned over to the manifestation and whispered under your breath. "Thank you for trying to protect me, but you can't hurt people. Just leave it be."
The creature snorted and nuzzled your shoulder.
In comparison to the hectic lunch hour, the rest of the day passed by with ease. In no time at all, you were back home in your room.
You had just plopped onto your bed, when you heard a familiar ringtone.
You smiled brightly and quickly grabbed your D.D.D. before immediately answering the phone. "Hello?"
"Oh, you answered that quite quickly," you grinned at the surprise in Satan's tone. "I was just calling to-"
"IS THAT MC?! GIMME!!!" You laughed as the sounds of Satan yelling and running from Mammon came through the other end. There was a yelp, a bang, and a victorious whoop before you could hear the device get picked up by someone. "'Hey MC! How was your day? I hope you didn't miss the great Mammon too badly. N-Not that I've missed you or anything just wanted to know how you're doin' is all."
Belphie's purple calf climbed its way into your lap once more as you gently patted its head.
"I miss you too, Mammon. And today wasn't bad. I'd say it was pretty average overall."
You could hear Satan growl in the background before there was a loud thud followed by a scream from Mammon. Satan took the phone back. "Just average you say? Nothing special?"
You frowned and narrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "No, why?"
To your right, the unicorn neighed softly and plopped down beside your bed. "Well, I could've sworn I felt our pact become triggered at some point today and...Well in all honesty I was concerned. We worry about you getting hurt without us there with you, MC."
You couldn't help but smile softly as one by one each of the manifestations of your pacts made their way to your bed and laid down. "I know," you replied affectionately. "Though I'm never completely alone. So long as I have my pacts, you guys will always be with me."
***This was such an interesting concept to toy around with. I hope this wasn't too confusing and actually makes sense π π Thanks again for the amazing request @gender-less-lemon!***
***Holy!! I'm so happy you sent in a request! You know I love my boy Mammon, so I will gladly do this. I hope you enjoy @holygarm. I decided to up the intensity a little and also add in my own personal phobia of the dark, so I hope you don't mind. ***
Summary: Mammon takes MC treasure hunting, only they kind of get more than a little lost along the way, and it's starting to get dark.
TW: Anxiety/Anxiety Attacks
You glanced around nervously as you and Mammon continued to trek down the gnarled, unmarked, trail of the deep woods.
It had been hours since your adventure had first begun. Mammon had come to you early that morning, super excited about a treasure map that he had found. His face was practically glowing with joy in a way that made it impossible to say no to him when he asked you to tag along.
It was as bright as it could possibly be in the Devildom when you two first took off.
According to the map, the treasure was supposed to be under a crow-shaped stone near the base of a lake deep in the woods. At first, you were just as excited as Mammon and eagerly tried to help him decipher the map as went further and further into the wilderness.
But now what little light the sky offered was beginning to fade, and threatened to trap Mammon and you into a blanket of pitch darkness.
You glanced nervously up at the sky and tugged on Mammon's jacket. "H-Hey Mammon? Maybe we should be getting back soon."
Mammon whipped around to look at you with wide eyes. "And forget about the treasure?! Are ya insane? We've been lookin' for it all day; we ain't givin' up now!"
You swallowed down the lump of fear in your throat as you noticed just how dark it was getting. There could be all kinds of monstrosities around you, lurking in the black, and you wouldn't even know. "I know. B-But I really want to go back. Please. It's getting dark."
Mammon's expression lit up as he put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. "Not to worry MC! As a demon, I can see the dark. I'll lead the way. You just stay close the GREAT Mammon, and I'll take care of everythin'!"
You felt your stomach sink. You knew he meant well, but you really didn't know how much longer you could be out here. "M-Mammon that's really kind and sweet of you, b-but I just want to go home. I don't like the dark."
He looked at you for a moment before his expression softened. Now that you mentioned it, he could see the way you nervously clenching and unclenching your fists. He could feel the subtle tremor in your body. Most obviously, he could see your wide eyes darting around you, searching for any signs of danger.
His poor human was scared out of their mind!
Mammon sighed and nodded. "Alright. I suppose a fragile little human like yourself shouldn't be out here this late anyway," he took your hand into his own and turned around. "Come on, MC. I'll lead the way back. You'll be safe with me."
You nodded and allowed yourself to press closer to Mammon as the two of you walked through the woods.
Only ten minutes later, you found yourselves back by the same tree you had initially stopped at.
You frowned as you noticed it, and glanced up at Mammon who had a slightly confused expression on his face. You felt your heart stop at the sight of it.
"Mammon...are we lost?"
Mammon quickly looked down at you with wide eyes. "Lost? What no! We're not lost! We're just...taking the scenic route?"
He was very obviously lying.
You didn't have time for this. The dark was getting closer and closer. Soon it would completely envelop you and trap you its void. You wouldn't be able to see, and you'd be vulnerable to Diavolo knows what. The fact that you were lost made matters worse because it meant that there would truly be no escape. You'd be stuck in these stupid woods forever and no one would ever be able to find you, and-
"MC? MC, ya need to breathe."
You let out a squeak at the sound of Mammon's voice and suddenly became aware of the fact that he was right; you weren't breathing. You should feel yourself shaking and your heart pounding in your chest as though it was about to burst from your rib cage at any moment.
Mammon took one of your hands and placed it on his chest as he looked down at you. His expression was also one of panic and fear, but for a very different reason than your own. "MC, ya need to listen to me. I-I'm not as good at this stuff as Satan or Levi, but I'm tryin' my best here. Just breathe. Follow along with me."
Under your sweaty palm, you could feel Mammon's chest rise and fall with each exaggerated breath.
You took in a staggered breath as you tried to copy the rhythm, causing Mammon to relax a little. "Good. Keep going. Y-You're doing good," he pulled you closer to him and pressed his forehead against yours. "We're gonna be okay, MC. The moment you're calm, I'm gonna get us outta here. I promise."
Wrapped in the safety of Mammon's arms, you were able to gather yourself enough to steady your breathing once more. However, by the time you had, the darkness had finally fallen, and you could barely see an inch ahead of you. You whimpered and pulled your hands into your chest as you felt panic begin to rise within you once more.
Mammon snarled and looked around the two of you. He wasn't going to let you work yourself up like that again. He refused to have you being so scared while you were with him. He was your protector, and he'd be damned if he let you panic again. "Right. Enough of this. I'm gettin' ya home. Now."
Mammon shifted into his demon form and unfurled his wings. He grabbed your arms and laced them tightly around his neck. Although you couldn't see it, his face was flushed as became nearly nose to nose with you. "Hold on tight, okay? I won't drop ya, or nothin'. I just need ya to trust me."
"O-Okay." You tightened your grip on him and yelped as he swept you up into his arms.
You could feel his breath tickle your face as he smiled softly down at you. "Ya ready?"
With your nod of confirmation, Mammon flapped his wings and launched the two of you into the air.
You felt your breath catch in your throat as the wind roared around you. Mammon tightened his hold you, and flew quick and fast with all the confidence of a former angel. Though the air around you was cold, you felt your cheeks heat up at the intimacy of the moment. You closed your eyes and nuzzled your face against his chest, hearing the fast beating of his heart.
In no time at all, the two of you were back at the House of Lamentation.
The moment Mammon had your feet on the ground, he cupped your face with his hands and frantically started searching for any sign of injury or pain. "Are you alright? You didn't get hurt or nothin' right?"
Rather than respond, you simply wrapped your arms tightly around him. "I'm alright. Thanks for helping me."
You bit back a smile as you heard him sputter in search of words. Eventually, you felt him hug you back and place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "Don't worry about it. You're my human. It's my job to look after ya."
***Holy this was so cute! Thank you so much for the recommendation! I hope you like it!***
***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that.
ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B***
Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.
From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day.
For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD.
The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening.
Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect.
The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang.
But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day.
He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it.
He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.
Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out."
Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try."
Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?"
As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry."
Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-"
Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"
Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying.
Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again."
Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class.
The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become.
Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!"
"Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-"
"Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!"
"Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?"
Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head."
Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room.
He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls.
He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you."
"R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub."
Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal.
Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria.
Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?"
Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!"
Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action."
Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.
"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-"
"I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!"
The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off.
Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?"
The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.
You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"
You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-"
"You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you.
Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily.
"Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you.
You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony."
Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back.
"Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more.
"There's nothing to thank me for."
As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen.
Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well.
"You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.
"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger.
Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite."
Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort.
Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much."
Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away."
Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore.
***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more π₯°***
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***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***
Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.
TW: descriptions of grief.
In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.
Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.
In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.
For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.
He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."
There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.
Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.
Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."
He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"
Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"
Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."
You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.
His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."
Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."
Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.
"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.
Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."
Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."
Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."
Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.
Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."
Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."
Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."
Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"
Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."
Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.
He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"
Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."
You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.
It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-
Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.
Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."
He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.
Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.
Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.
Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."
Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.
Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"
Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."
Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."
Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.
"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"
He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."
Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."
Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."
Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."
He nodded and watched the older angel leave.
@thegrimgrinningghost
Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.
On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.
***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***
Hi! Could i request some fluffy Levi/mc where mc gets to see "grand admiral" levi for the first time? Thanks and have a good day!
Hello!
So! It's not fluffy, but um, I did write Grand Admiral Levi! Only a slightly different take. I hope you still enjoy it regardless! Perhaps I'll write a fluffier version of the Admiral someday, but spooky season has me in a spooky mood.
***Now, @kittykitkatstrawberry, I'm not going to lie. I have never watched Invincible and kind of didn't know what to do with this request at first. For me, part of the charm of MC is that they are mortal and powerless and normal. So I was a bit lost with this one at first. But then I thought, "okay but what if something happened that gave MC all those powers for a very short period of time?"
So will this fic be exactly what you wanted? Probably not, and for that I'm sorry. This is what I was able to come up with though, and I hope you like it!***
Summary: After an incident with Solomon, MC suddenly has a crazy amount of powers and abilities. They think this is amazing! Not all of the brother share that sentiment, however.
You gasped and blinked at Solomon as the two of you stared at each other with side-eyes.
In Solomon's hands was a large, empty beaker. Why was it empty? Because the magical contents of unknown effects that it once contained were now coating your front.
"Sol-Solomon?" You stuttered in fear, not knowing what was about to happen to you.
The wizard slowly began to walk towards you while holding a towel. "Okay. Don't panic. Everything will be-"
You shrieked as you noticed your hands begin to glow fluorescent pink. "Solomon!!! I'm glowing!!!" You waved your hands around trying to get it to stop, but the glowing only grew brighter. You flicked your hands forward violently and yelped as a burning bright ball of energy shot out of them and exploded against a wall.
You and Solomon went silent as the glowing stopped and stared at the shocked at the burn mark on the wall.
The door was thrown open causing you both to whip around as Mammon rushed in. "MC! I heard ya screamin'! What's goin-" Mammon's eyes widened as he stumbled back and gaped at you.
"M-MC. Y-You're...You're floating."
Both you and Solomon quickly turned your attention towards your feet, and sure enough, you were hovering a good twelve inches off the ground. You looked over at Solomon and smiled brightly.
"I'm a superhero!"
***
Everyone watched your laughing form as you flew around the student council room.
Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose and glared at Solomon, who was shamelessly taking notes of the effects the potion had on you. "So you're telling me," Lucifer growled, "that you spilled a potion that you had recently made, but had not yet tested, all over MC and that you don't have any kind of counter for said potion yet, meaning that these effects, which we've still no idea how potentially harmful they are, are irreversible?"
"Yes, that about sums it up," the wizard smiled smugly at Lucifer before looking up at you. "MC! Do a backflip!"
You let out a whoop and did as told, laughing brightly at the weightless feeling that filled you.
Levi was basically bouncing in his seat. "I don't see why you're all freaking out! We are getting to witness MC's protagonist origin story! Do you know how long I've been waiting to be a part of an adventure like this?!" he looks at Solomon with a crazed look. "Can you replicate the potion? Would I be able to use it? I-I mean MC can't go about saving the world on their own. Even Henry had the Seven Lords. Th-They're gonna need a sidekick."
You gasped and leaned your arms onto Levi's head. "Oh my god, Levi, you're a genuis! We can be a dynamic duo! You can make us costumes and everything!" Lucifer's headache grew as the two of you began rambling about your ideas and future heroic deeds.
Asmodeus giggled and leaned towards his oldest brother. "What's wrong, Lucifer? Don't you want to see MC in a tight, spandex leotard, while they're dripping with sweat from the exhaustion of saving a damsel in distress? Because I most certainly do," a faint red hue dusted Lucifer's cheeks.
Mammon sputtered at Asmo's description and crossed his arms. "Well I don't like it. How do we know that this ain't, I don't know, slowly killin' them from the inside out, or that it won't turn them into some kind of a monster? We don't even know what all the abilities the potion gave them are!"
Levi paused his rambling and turned the Avatar of Greed. "If MC becomes a superhero, you can sell all kinds of merch about them. People love superheroes. You'd be rich."
There were dollar signs in Mammon's eyes as he grinned widely. "Why didn't you say so earlier! I'm in!"
Belphegor scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Of course you are. All concern and rationale go out the window the moment money's involved. Greedy scumbag," he eyed your flying form wearily. Obvious concern filled his expression as he kept his eyes open, watching for any signs of pain.
Beel frowned as he kept his eyes fixed on you. "Mammon was right though. We don't know how this could affect MC."
Satan watched you skeptically as he held a hand under his chin. "We could run some tests? Try and figure out what their powers are?"
You and Levi gasped in unison. "That'd be so cool!"
You flew towards the middle of the and started waving your hands around like you did earlier, attempting to recreate the blast of energy. "I'd just pow! And wa-pow! And-" You yelped as a particularly strong blast shot out of you and sent you flying back into Beel's lap. "Ow." You groaned.
Beel huffed and held onto you as he looked you over for injuries. "No tests," he grumbled firmly.
Satan chuckled and shook his head. "Well, no tests as reckless as that performance. I was thinking something a little more controlled. Who knows how far your abilities go. For all, we know you could be stronger than Solomon or even Lucifer at the moment."
Lucifer scoffed at the jab. "As if that could ever happen."
You narrowed your eyes at Lucifer and wiggled out of Beel's grasp before flying angrily over to Lucifer. "You listen here, Mr. Morningstar! You have no idea what I'm capable- Aah!" You shrieked as a burst of pain-filled your stomach and gravity suddenly hit you full force. Nobody had time to react before you were slammed onto the ground.
Beel, Belphie, Asmodeus, Satan and Mammon rushed over to you to make sure you were alright, frantically looking for any cuts, bruises or even signs of internal injuries. Meanwhile, Levi was whining into his arms, mourning the superhero that you could've been.
Lucifer merely grinned. "Well since the potion has seemingly worn off, unfortunately, it looks like I'll never find out," his expression became more serious as he addressed Solomon. "Do us all a favour, and never do anything like this again, or I swear, you will regret it."
***Yay! So it wasn't all that long, but here's just a nice little crack one shot that I hope you enjoyed! Thanks again for the request @kittykitkatstrawberry! It was a lot of fun.***
hey b! i got a prompt! what if a higher ranking demon used a spell to make mc love them. i just really like the idea of the brothers going to save mc, only to find mc sitting on the demon's lap dazed out of their mind. I just like angst to fluff!
This. This was such an interesting request. I have always hated love potions in Harry Potter so to bring that idea to Obey Me was just YES!
