Summary: MC loses everyone in a crowd. To find the others
quickly, they yell, "MC is a good for nothing human!" and wait to see what happens.
OM! Cast x Reader
Word Count: 851
You were apprehensive about going to this event in the first place.
You had just gotten back to the Devildom after being away for some time and you were still readjusting to the way things were down there.
But, your friends had all insisted on taking you to an event that occurred in the streets of the Devildom.
There were going to be tons of food trucks, vendors, shows and so much more.
They promised you that you would have a ton of fun ~ so who were you to refuse to go?
It was only after you got to the event that you began to regret your decision to go.
You had all shown up in a large group, but it seemed that everyone had their own things that they wanted you to experience.
All fifteen of your friends almost immediately went their own way, wanting to get something from a specific vendor to bring back to you or wanting to get you tickets to a show.
They were in competition mode and whenever that happened, you knew that it was hard to get them back on track.
There were tons of people surrounding you; and, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t see a single one of your friends.
You were a bit frustrated at this point, mostly because you had only agreed to go for them.
And, now you were standing in the middle of a crowd of demons, by yourself, unsure where to go or what to do.
You wanted to call someone on your D.D.D. but with how busy it was around you, you knew that you wouldn’t be able to hear anyone even if they did pick up the phone.
You thought about using your pact to summon one of the brothers; but, you didn’t think you were at the stage where that was exactly necessary.
Especially since summoning could cause the brothers pain if it isn’t done properly and it had been a while since you tried to do it.
Unsure of what else to do, you decided to be a little mischievous and test your bond with the others a bit.
You took a deep breath before shouting into the crowd, “Y/N is a good-for-nothing human!”
You paused for a moment, looking around once again, but when you still couldn’t find anyone, you let out a small sigh.
I guess that didn’t work…
“Alright, who said that?!” Mammon shouted, suddenly barreling through people to reach you.
“Oh, there you are!” you said, relieved at the sight of a familiar face and completely forgetting about your little joke.
But, there were fifteen people suddenly rushing to your side who did not forget about what was said.
They each came to you, one by one, hot and heavy and ready to throw punches.
You listened as they each began to throw insults toward this imaginary person as they searched the crowd for who could possibly be the culprit.
You tried to interject a few times, wanting to tell them the truth, but every time you opened your mouth, you were interrupted by another angry person.
“Y/N, did you see who said those words about you so we could find them?” Diavolo asked you, concern in his eyes as everyone turned their attention to you.
You were holding back a laugh as your cheeks dusted pink from all of the attention.
“Sure ~ it was me,” you admitted and their faces turned from ones of anger to confusion.
“Why would you say that stuff about yourself?” Beel asked as innocently as ever.
“Geez, Levi, you’re rubbin’ off on ‘em,” Mammon pouted, causing Levi to look extremely guilty.
“Relax, everyone,” you replied, stifling another laugh.
“I lost you in the crowd and I thought it would catch your attention enough that you would come find me. Looks like I was right,” you explained.
“Well that was risky,” Belphie stated. “Satan nearly lost his mind,” Solomon agreed quietly.
You couldn’t help but notice how adorable they all looked, pouting at the prank you managed to pull off.
“I’m sorry, really. But, I thought the purpose of bringing me to this event was so that I could experience everything with all of you. Not for me to stand alone in the crowd,” you added.
You could feel the tension in the air shift as they realized that they had left you alone and understood where you were coming from.
They completely abandoned you in the middle of this large event. No wonder you pulled that stunt.
They promised not to leave you alone again and they each took you to their favorite parts of the event, making sure that at least one person was with you at all times.
They made you promise that you would never try something like that again.
You had fifteen people who were ready to fight for you at the drop of a dime, and saying something like that, even if you were joking, would always set them off.
Because they cared about you far too much to let something like that slide.
my maladaptive daydreaming sure does give me more obey me content </3 enjoy (and yes all of you will be seeing more angst)
Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen of the Devildom. Spring. Beauty. Pure. Elegance. That was more like it. But with each passing day, you feel as if death followed you. Or rather, associated with you. Every steep step you take with Diavolo, your lover, another sacrifice was made. Your soul. Your mentality. Your strength. But you could not tell him that. It would hurt him. He treated you as if you were someone worth living. But was he worth living for you? It pained you every single time to force a smile and gleefully agree with him. You loved him. Of course you did. You loved him so much. And he did too. And yet, when you coughed up blood for the first time, you knew. There was not enough time. You had to keep going with the schedule. He was your husband after all. Every day, 7:00 am wake up. 8:00 am prepare for studies on etiquette and duties. 10:00 am lunch. 12:00 pm stroll. 1:00 pm paperwork. 9:00 pm sleep. No in betweens. Everyday of your schedule did not include seeing Diavolo, despite everything. You were tired. As you wiped the blood from your mouth, your head began throbbing. You staggered towards the bed and lied down from exhaustion. Why? Why were you suffering? It hurt. It hurt so bad. Blood began building up in your throat before you gag. This was going to be a long night.
A few months after your disease was discovered, your stamina was decreased heavily and hallucinations always creeped up in the corners of your eyes. Blood began dripping on your ears and mouth after a few days. Diavolo never noticed it. Well, you forced yourself not to let him notice. You wanted him to not worry. Pain always tailed behind and slowly but surely, you were unable to attend to your daily schedule. As you feel your life slowly fading out of you, you decided to say goodbye to him. You wanted to love him. Even if it’s for the last time. “Hey Dia” You stood across the doorway, a smile on your face. He looked up from his paperwork. “Not now, my dear. I am busy.” A sad expression morphed on you as you try telling him. “But-” “No. I’m sorry, but the event affairs cannot wait. How about you tell me tomorrow?” Your grip tightened as your eyes lowered. There was no tomorrow. You forced another smile. “Yeah...tomorrow” You left as your footsteps became heavier and heavier. You weren’t throwing a tantrum. You tried being stable. Your vision made your eyesight blurry as you stagger across each hallway, trying to reach your room. Your tears made your eyesight even more blurry. What were you even crying for? For your people you will abandon? For the future you try to achieve? Or was it because you never have been able to say I love you on your last day? Who knows... As your cold fingertips began touching the missing spot on the bed, another tear dropped towards the mattress. Death. It was not a word to describe the Queen. But as the sun finally rose, your dead body was all of that left of the once graceful woman. The moon was beautiful, wasn’t it, my queen?
I might put Diavolo’s reaction soon. English is not my first language so please dismiss any bad grammar! I’ll make sure to post the replaced mc au part two soon as well!
Author’s Note: Uh okay first thing: I’m sorry this is so long, it just keeps going. Second: I’m not sure if doing something this deep so quickly on my page is a good idea, but I’m going to do it anyway. Requests are open and appreciated!
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If anyone ever tries to tell you that RAD tests were easy to study for, the best thing for you to do is to either laugh in their face or ask them to tutor you. It might be because the tests in general are much harder than the ones administered on Earth, or maybe it was because you’re a human who hasn’t had any background to any of these topics other than the background taught in class.
And you paid attention, you took notes (when you weren’t distracted by Mammon, that is) to the best of your ability, and you asked for help when you needed it. You even stayed up almost all night the first time you had a test studying and revising your notes, rewriting them and even finding videos to watch on that subject. You had walked into the classroom the next morning, hyped up from (caffeinated beverage) and ready to kick this test in its butt.
The downfall of this attitude came when you looked at the first page of the test to not recognize almost any of the material, only a few things scattered here and there. You say in your chair, staring at the paper and trying to work your way through the questions, making the most sense out of them that you could, but it wasn’t helping all that much.
You weren’t surprised when your test came back with a barely passable grade, but Lucifer was. Oh, Lucifer laid into you for a good two hours, talking about how you were going to ruin Diavolo’s program, and that you should study harder next time and ask more questions. You assured him that you would, and he didn’t seem all too believing in your answer, but he let you be.
His speech stuck something into you, however. Something that you felt all too well in the human world: inadequacy. You felt terrible, you had tried your best, you had studied, but it still didn’t help anything. That night at dinner you heard all the brothers talking about the test, and even though you hadn’t done the worse (that medal went to Mammon, who even though he didn’t study or even pay attention in that class, still managed to only get a few point worse than you) you by far hadn’t done the best. Lucifer and Satan tied for that position. Asmo, Beel, and Belphie got somewhere worse than those two but better than you.
You picked at your food, not all too interested in it, your stomach filled with your old friend. You could feel Beel’s eyes on you, and then once you looked at him you noticed his eyes were actually just on your food. You took your napkin from your lap and placed it on the table next to your food.
“You can have the rest of my food if you want it, Beel. I’m not that hungry,” you say, and leave the dining hall, no one bothered by your exit. There was a sting of pain, but you quickly ignored it. You didn’t need to be their priority 24/7, that’s just ridiculous.
You went immediately to your room, sitting at your desk and looking over your test and then at your notes and textbook, to see where you went wrong. Turns out there was an entire section you had forgotten about, which was what almost the entire test was over. You made revisions on your test and slid them into a file to save for the final over that class, and started to read the next chapter in the textbook.
You idiot, you really didn’t double check that you studied everything? You don’t deserve to be here, you’ll tarnish Diavolo’s name. Worthless, they should’ve picked someone else.
You gripped the edges of your textbook, trying to shake the words from your head. You knew they weren’t true, but deep inside you, you couldn’t help but feel like they were true.
You tried to come up with excuses as to why you had just forgotten about that section, but you couldn’t. You had locked everyone out of your room except for Diavolo and Lucifer, of course, so that you could study. You didn’t have anything distracting you, no demon or phone (which you had hidden away in a drawer by the bed).
So you really just forgot about it? You should be punished for that. You know how to do it, so why not administer them yourself?
But you hadn’t self harmed in so long. You had been clean for multiple years now, and you hated the thought of ruining that for a measly test.
But it’s not just the test, is it? You have possibly tarnished the name of your beloved boyfriend, you broke the respect you’ve gone through so many lengths to build with Lucifer also. You don’t deserve to have either of them, or to be in this program. Just do it, they won’t notice. You need to be punished.
Silently you went over and got the razor out of one of the new pencils sharpeners you had bought a few days ago because you thought they were pretty, and they were having a sale. Moving over to your bathroom, you shut the door and locked it, bringing the blade to your wrist and slashing it a few times. You let out a small breath, an almost instantaneous relief washing over your body.
The dopamine that you had been drastically craving for so long flooded into you again, and you almost didn’t notice the knock on your room’s door. You quickly applied bandages to your wrists after you cleaned them, slipping the razor into the folded towels under your sink and pulling down the sleeves of your turtleneck. You were still wearing your school uniform, just without the jacket on top of it.
After being grilled for two hours and then having to finish homework before dinner you just hadn’t had the time to change. You stepped out of your bathroom to find Diavolo standing by your desk, his back turned toward you and one of his hands placed on something, looking it over.
You felt your stomach drop and you wanted nothing more than to curl up in your closet with a nest of blankets and pillows and just wallow in the darkness, but your boyfriend turned to face you, his hand now gripping the paper, a mask of confusion covering his face.
“I-I’m sorry, I know that grade isn’t acceptable, I thought I studied hard enough I just-”
“[Y/N], I know you studied hard for this test. You didn’t let me talk to you for a good three hours. What happened?”
Tears welled up in your eyes and he came over, wrapping his arms around you, one of his hands stroking the top of your head.
“I forgot an entire section from the chapter. I’m sorry,” You sobbed, and he shushed you.
“You don’t need to apologize, Princess. Sometimes that happens. It’s happened to me, it’s happened to Lucifer. Sometimes we just forgot.”
“But ‘Volo, I can’t forget. My mistakes look bad on the both of us, not just me. Imagine if that grade was worse, how tarnished this exchange program would be?”
His eyebrows laced together.
“Princess, your grades can always come back. One bad test doesn’t harm much, considering your grade in that class, it shouldn’t affect you much.”
You stayed quiet, biting on your bottom lip.
Don’t listen to him. He’s lying to you. That’s all demons do, lie. Are you really going to believe him over me, something you’ve known for so long?
You wrapped your arms around him, heat radiating off of his body. You didn’t believe him, he didn’t discredit that your grades could tarnish the program, so you would just have to make sure to study more. You could stand to skip a few meals, anyway. Then you could study and still manage to keep up your social life.
“‘Volo, no offense, but why did you come to my room anyway?” You ask him after you calm down a bit.
“I’m supposed to take you dress shopping for the ball coming up, remember?”
Suddenly the conversation the two of you had a few days ago came back. He wanted to instill some human school things, and you mentioned dances to him, and he was more than thrilled. He scheduled one for a few weeks from now as soon as he could gather the student council.
“Oh, yeah. I’m not changed or anything, just give me a few minutes, please. He nodded and walked over to your bookcase, filled with books from the human realm that you enjoyed, though some spots were vacant due to Satan.
You chuckled at him, going to your closet and picking out a long sleeved shirt and some skinny jeans, tucking in the shirt and making sure the sleeves covered your bandages.
“Alright, I’m good,” he turned and smiled at you.
“Beautiful, you know I love that color on you.” You blush and nod, taking his hand as he drags you to dress stores to find a base dress because “Barbatos can add anything you want to it.”
You felt bad, but then thought that Barbatos might enjoy something else to work on other than Diavolo’s issues.
You both decided on a simple long-sleeved crimson a-line dress, asking Barbatos to add whatever he felt would look nice. You had enough trust in him, and you’re sure that Diavolo will pitch in some ideas, too.
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Your plan of skipping meals had worked well enough, you steered away from the brother’s questioning by grabbing a granola bar from the supply you kept in your room and showing it to them before you left for school each day. You packed a few grapes and other soft fruits for your lunch so when you were in the library you wouldn’t disturb anyone.
You had been studying enough that you felt confident in your next few tests in any classes, and your efforts paid off when you passed all of them. Lucifer seemed pleased, and so did Diavolo when you showed him.
You still ate dinner with the brothers when Diavolo didn’t invite you out, but slowly you started to lose your appetite. You didn’t want to eat. You’ve noticed how much trimmer your waist was, and how much clearer your skin was. You knew it wasn’t healthy in the slightest, but you felt better about yourself. And if you could improve your grades and lose a few pounds, it couldn’t hurt to do this for a few more weeks, right?
That night was a try-on for the dress for the dance, to make sure it fit you correctly with the shoes you planned on wearing and the add-ons didn’t take away from any place or attract eyes to any place you didn’t want them to.
You were met by Barbatos at the foyer, and he led you to the dress’s room. You gasped when you saw it. Underneath a light and on a mannequin stood your dress in all its glory: the red dress had black tulle added underneath to add a bit of volume to the skirt, and red flowers were embroidered to the chest area and the sleeves.
“Barbatos, this looks beautiful!” You exclaim, walking over it to feel the fabric.
“I told you she’d say that,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice, and you look over at him and smile, quickly looking back at the dress. “Are you going to try it on, or are you going to let the mannequin model it?”
You squeal and nod, Barbatos unzipping the back and leading you and the dress over to a division. You quickly undress and step into the dress and he zips you up.
You look in the mirror and frown slightly. It doesn’t sit on you like it did, and you expected that because you were losing weight, but you didn’t expect this much. It had only been a few weeks- maybe two or three- it shouldn’t fit you like this.
“Is something wrong, Miss?” You quickly look at Barbatos and shake your head.
“No, no it’s amazing,” you run your hands over the gap in the waist and the shoulders before stepping out from behind the curtains.
Diavolo’s face flashed confusion for the quickest of seconds before returning to adoration.
“Ah, that looks stunning on you, Princess.”
You feel blood rush to your ears and cheeks before Barbatos comes at you with pins, pinning it where it needed altered. He fit it so that it laid against your body like it had in the dressing room at the shop.
You thanked Barbatos when he was finished, and he brushed off the thanks, saying that it was his duty.
You walked with Diavolo back to your dorm, and he offered to buy ice cream. The thought of ice cream made your stomach rumble, but then the thoughts of how many calories filled it also came and you told him you were hungry.
“[Y/N], I asked Lucifer and he said you hadn’t eaten dinner for the past few days. I also find it hard to believe that a granola bar and handful of fruit can keep you filled at all. Why aren’t you eating?”
He had stopped and grabbed your wrist directly over where the scars were healed, but the skin still felt slightly tender. You winced slightly and pulled away.
“Princess, please. Talk to me. I won’t judge you,” he comforts after you stayed quiet.
Don’t tell him. You’re perfectly fine. You know you are. Why is it his place to tell you what’s best for your body?
You felt a sudden wave of anger so strong you wonder if there was a lesser demon of wrath around impeding your judgement.
“Why does it matter?” You snap at him. “I’m thriving right now, I’ve never done better in school and I’m managing to lose a few pounds. I’m doing good.”
He’s just jealous. He’s trying to hold you back.
“Why are you trying to hold me back? I thought you would be proud of me.”
“I am proud of you Princess, but you can’t sacrifice your health to make me proud. Please, Princess I’m worried.”
You roll your eyes and look at anywhere but him.
“Can you just take me home, please.”
His mouth opens like he wants to say something else, but instead just closes his mouth and nods.
“Of course, Princess,” he comes over to you and laces his fingers with yours, and you walk in tension.
He kisses you when you reach the gate of the House of Lamentation, and you part ways.
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You didn’t have another issue until the next night, when you were setting up a small nest of pillows in your closet. You had put a light in there and made it a perfect place to study, other than your desk.
“Hey, Normie, Lucifer says you have to come to dinner tonight,” you hear Levi’s voice call to you through the door.
You huff and call back that you weren’t hungry and you could practically hear Levi’s eye roll through the door.
“He said if you said that to send Mammon so he could pester you, so I think I’ll just save you the agony of that and just tell you to come now.”
You scoff and pull on a flannel, buttoning it up over your sports bra you had been wearing.
You open the door and walk with him to the dining room, sitting at your place. You could feel all of the brother’s eyes on you, and you could hear Asmo whimper slightly.
“[Y/N], what have you done to yourself?” You hear him whisper, and you choose to ignore him. You hadn’t seen any of them but Lucifer for at least 5 days and that’s what he chose to start whatever conversation they planned on having with you?
You look at the plate in front of you, it was spaghetti and a side salad with garlic bread. Coincidentally, one of your favorite meals on Earth.
You pick up the fork to the side of your plate and place the napkin on your lap, stabbing a tomato from the salad and putting it in your mouth. You could still feel the eyes of the brothers on you.
“Why are you all staring at me? Please stop,” you ask them, and they almost immediately diverted their gaze to their food where they started to eat.
You finished the salad and took a bite of the garlic bread, almost gagging immediately. Not because of the taste, you noted. So why had you gagged? You placed the garlic bread down before taking your napkin off of your lap and setting it beside your plate.
“You think you’re done?” You hear Lucifer ask. You frown and look over at him, your heartbeat picking up in your chest.
“Yes? I’m not hungry. I wasn’t planning on coming to dinner but you made me anyway,” you told him, and pushed away from the seat.
“No, sit back down. You’re not done eating,”
“Yes I am, Lucifer,” you shot back, but you didn’t move from your seat.
Suddenly you were overloaded with all of the brother’s pleas that tried to make you eat. You felt the room start to spin as you look at the plate of food. You could only imagine the embarrassment of trying on that dress and it not fitting correctly, of you looking like a laughing stock next to Diavolo in an ill-fitting dress.
“[Y/N], please, you have to eat.” You heard a brother say, and to be honest you couldn’t remember or discern which one it was. All of their voices were melding together.
“No! I don’t have to do anything! I’m not fucking eating okay? You’ll have to deal with it. I can’t. I can’t eat this food, I’m sorry. I’m leaving.”
You stand up from the table, rushing out of the room and to your room, fastening the lock on your door that even Lucifer couldn’t get through with his powers, only Diavolo. You went directly into your closet after grabbing the blade from the towels and shut the door. You were in almost pitch black other than the little sliver underneath the door, but you didn’t bother turning on the light before you cut into your wrist. But you didn’t feel the dopamine this time, so you made another one.
Your movements were in such hysterics at this point that you didn’t notice how many you had made and how bloody it had gotten before you heard your door open and a bunch of feet come running in.
“Princess,” you hear Diavolo’s voice.
“Please, make them leave. Please,” you whimper out, loud enough for them to hear. You hear a few pairs of feet leave and a door close before Diavolo opens the door, looking at your wrists.
“Princess-” he started, and you sobbed.
“I’m sorry, ‘Volo, I’m so sorry, I just-”
“It’s going to be alright Princess,” he soothes you, and thankfully the cuts weren’t that deep, they had already stopped bleeding when he rinsed them in the sink.
He brings you to your bed after he puts ointment on the cuts and bandages them.
He sits leaning against the headboard and brings you to his lap and leaning against his chest.
“Princess, I don’t expect for you to talk to me unless you want to, I’ll wait here as long as you need me to.”
“Are you angry with me?”
“No, no! Of course not. I’m more disappointed than anything. Princess, you know you can tell me anything, and I’m saddened that you thought that the only resort you had to take whatever you were feeling out was on yourself.”
“I didn’t want to burden you. You have so many duties.”
His hand came up to rest on your hair, stroking it and rocking you slightly.
“All of my duties can be waived. I can always deal with my duties at another time, but how would I be able to console you if you are dead? How am I supposed to help you, Princess? I don’t want to lose you. I’m watching you waste away to nothing right in front of me and I don’t know why, I don’t know anything!”
“I just feel a lot of pressure from school, I guess. It’s a lot of changes at once, and I was never very good at changes. Then I started studying more in place of meals, and I started losing weight, and I liked the results. But now I can’t eat more than a few bites of anything substantial at mealtimes, because I’m scared I’ll look like an oaf standing next to you in my dress if I gain any amount of weight.”
“Princess, you shouldn’t treat yourself like an object. You aren’t just any ‘exchange program member’, you’re my girlfriend. You’re the one I want to marry, the one that will carry our children eventually. You aren’t an object to make me look better, you are your own self. You shouldn’t base your value or how you treat yourself off of other people’s perception of you or how you think they perceive you.”
You stayed quiet for a good while, thinking about what he said. You leaned back away from him, looking into his beautiful golden eyes, bringing one of your hands up to rub your thumb on his cheek bone.
“Can you help me, please? I need help. I don’t think I can do this alone.”
“Of course I’ll help, Princess. Everyone will help. Lucifer, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, and I’m sure even Mammon and Barbatos will help in their own ways.”
You smiled slightly.
“I love you,” you tell him before laying back on his chest.
“I love you too, Princess.”
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This was written by me in no way trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I try to write what I feel would help me in the moment. I completely understand that mental illnesses don’t just ‘disappear’ when you’ve figured out that someone loves you or someone helps you once- that’s why I don’t write what happens after in most cases. If you are struggling, please reach out to anyone you trust, or call a hotline.
I watched Diavolo work and it was super boring. He was trying to make an exchange program so the three worlds would join together. I found this a very noble and amazing goal so I helped him in any way I could. He said that just my presence helped him work better but that left me sitting around bored.
"Diavolo you should take a break, you've been working for hours," I groaned out loud. He looked at me and stared for a couple seconds. Then a giant grin fitted his features and he stood up slightly stretching. He held his hand out to me which I accepted. He helped me stand up and kept a firm hold on it...which made me feel flustered.
He lead me to the palace garden and we walked around a bit. I always felt amazed by the size of the garden. There were tons of exotic plants and it attracted the most beautiful of insects. I was too enchanted by the fountain in the middle of the lush green garden to notice Diavolo's stare was focused on me.
"Hm, this is quite relaxing," Diavolo said squeezing my hand gently. I turned my attention to the handsome demon and gave him a bright smile.
"I'm glad, you have been working non stop to make this dream of yours a reality," I said giving him praise.
"You helped me work harder," He responded sincerely sending me a loving smile. I felt like putty hearing those words escape his lips.
"H-how? All I do is sit with you," I asked staring right back into his golden eyes.
"You remind me why I wanted to do this in the first place," Diavolo stated placing his hands on my waist. I felt my body heat up at his gentle touch as he drew me closer to him. I felt my breath hitch as I placed my hands against his chest.
"What do you mean by that?" I breathed out in a whisper. My imagination ran wild with possibilities that could happen. Are we going to confess? Does he like me back after all these years? What if he kisses me? How far will this go?
He caressed my face with his warm, soft hand while responding, "I want to make the world a better place for you. I truly love you (y/n) and my heart only beats for you."
My heartbeat quickened and I couldn't think straight. He did love me, I wanted to express my love for him the way he did for me. Yet my body was frozen, my mind was racing and frozen at the same time. My face seemed to be stuck in a shocked expression as I analyzed his features. His red tinted hair, his tan face, his soft looking lips...I wanted to show him how much I loved him.
He slowly let go of me stepping away, "I understand if you don't feel the same. I just need you to know how I feel."
"I LOVE YOU TOO DIAVOLO!" I shouted. Of course I shouted it, I just can't seem to keep my cool around him. "I-I, you are my entire world and I would do anything for you," I spoke softly closing the distance between us. I placed my hand on his cheek, his soft skin warm from the slight blush. I brought his face closer to mine, our breaths mingling together.
"Can I kiss you my Lord?" I asked staring into his eyes which stared back into mine, and intense passion shown in both of us.
"You don't even need to ask," He whispered back. With his confirmation I pressed my lips to his. It was a soft and passionate kiss that seemed to last forever. We pulled apart and I was out of breath.
"Will you be mine?" Diavolo asked, his face filled with pure joy.
"Do you even need to ask?" I replied back with a smirk bringing him back down for another kiss.
Summary: MC dies and is reborn as an angel to be with her lover (Simeon) / MC dies and is reborn as an angel and falls from grace to be with her lover (everyone else).
The Seven Demon Brothers x Reader
Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon & Solomon x Reader
Word Count: 3,642
Lucifer was not one who was known to show emotion so easily. Usually, he kept his feelings locked up tight for no one else to see.
But, seeing his dead lover standing in front of him was as good an excuse as any to slip up on his cold facade.
He was in front of you before you had even seen him, scrutinizing you with a watchful eye as he tried to discern whether you were real or not.
You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips as you took in his appearance.
He could tell that it was you and that you were real, but he couldn’t figure out how it was possible.
Slowly, you showed him your wings, explaining everything about your rebirth and your fall.
There was a switch that flipped inside of Lucifer when he saw your wings. First, he was relieved to see that they weren’t angelic anymore.
After all, even if the fall hadn’t changed them into demon wings, being with him certainly would.
Second, his mind was spinning as he thought about how much stronger you must be now that you were a fallen angel.
The idea of you walking through the Devildom and having a presence that demanded respect from others now was enough to set his sin off and take you back to the House of Lamentation.
He wasted no time in bringing you to his bedroom. He had missed you way too much to waste a single second of his time with you.
He couldn’t help but admire your wings once more when the two of you were in his room.
He thought it was ironic that you had actually fallen from grace considering the amount of times he had spent with you in the bedroom making you “fall from grace.”
This took a whole new literal meaning for him and the idea made a small blush rise to his cheeks as he realized it wouldn’t be the last time you fell from grace for him either.
The first time Mammon saw you again in the Devildom, he immediately rushed over to you and pulled you into a hug.
He knew that you had died and he didn’t know how you were even in front of him right now.
He didn’t care if you were a ghost, a hallucination, or whatever else you could have been.
He just needed you back in his arms where you belonged, even if it was just for a moment.
He had been miserable without you, down-right depressed, and even if this wasn’t real, he was going to savor every moment of it.
You hugged him back with just as much love, craving his touch as much as he had been craving yours.
After the initial few moments passed and Mammon realized you hadn’t disappeared yet, he pulled back to look at you.
“How are ya’ here?” he asked you, taking in all of your features as if it was the first time seeing them.
When you explained everything to him about being reborn as an angel and falling to be with him again, he wasn’t sure how to feel. There were too many emotions and not enough time to sort through all of them.
But, the most prominent emotion he felt was love. Love for you and loved by you.
He immediately pulled you into a kiss, the feeling of your lips burning on his own.
When the two of you were in the privacy of his room, Mammon begged you to show him your wings.
If you were a fallen angel, you definitely had them and the curiosity of what they looked like was killing him.
You complied, a bit nervous about what he would think of them. Mammon wasn’t expecting them to look that good on you.
He couldn’t even come up with words, instead turning bright red, as he tried to push any and all intruding thoughts out of his mind.
He was absolutely loving how much of a badass you looked like as a fallen angel.
But, definitely sulked a bit when he realized he couldn’t call you “his human” anymore.
You had to go to the House of Lamentation to see Levi again.
He hadn’t left his room since your death and he wasn’t planning on leaving any time soon.
Everything reminded him of you and it was too painful so he spent his time in solidarity, hoping to distract himself from the pain with the things he loved.
When he heard knocking on the door, he ignored it. When the knocking continued, he promptly told whoever it was to go away. When it still didn’t stop, he opened the door angrily, ready to tell whoever it was off.
But, the last thing he expected was for you to be on the other side of the door and he was completely caught off-guard.
He experienced a rush of emotions as you closed the gap between the two of you, knowing that if you didn’t, the two of you would be stuck in this endless stalemate.
Levi froze as he felt your arms around him - arms he had fantasized about being around him again.
He was sure this wasn’t real, that you would disappear any moment, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the feeling while it lasted.
You pulled away after a moment, and Levi was still in shock.
He stayed quiet as you explained everything and you mistook his silence for disbelief.
So, you had no choice but to show him your wings to prove that everything you were saying was real.
And, seeing your new wings snapped him out of his trance instantly as he immediately began fangirling over them.
They looked so good on you, and they had such a unique texture. He was a blushing mess as he realized he touched them without asking for permission.
You thought it was cute, how he was still nervous to touch you despite him touching you countless times before.
He had a million questions for you that you did your best to answer and it’s only after his interrogation that he realized you were really back.
And as he processed that information, he couldn’t be any happier than now with you - his new fallen angel.
Satan took a moment to analyze everything about his current surroundings when he saw you.
You stood in front of him, a bit away, wanting nothing more than to run directly into his arms while he stood there running every possibility through his mind.
He approached you carefully, taking in every piece of evidence he could acquire to prove you weren’t real.
He stood directly in front of you now, able to reach out and touch you. He gently stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, questioning his own senses.
Because you felt real. And you looked real. But he had seen you die.
You already knew what Satan was thinking without him having to say a word and you gently took his hands in yours before telling him, “I’m real.”
Your words gave him all the validation he needed and within a moment, you were pulled into his embrace.
Your head rested against his chest as he held you impossibly close before asking, “But, how?”
You pulled away from the hug to explain everything to Satan and to say he was surprised was an understatement.
You being here certainly made things easier for him. After all, he had been studying re-animation spells since the moment you died, intent on bringing you back to life.
He didn’t even know that it was possible for you to be reborn as an angel. You did have a piece of Lilith inside of you, but would that have been enough?
He was a man of hard facts and proof. So it wasn’t until you were showing him your angel wings, distorted from the fall, that he allowed himself to believe what was happening.
And you were like a whole new muse for him. Not only did he get his lover back, but he was so excited to explore all your new powers with you as an angel.
He never got wings like his other brothers so he didn’t know a whole lot about them on a personal level and now he was getting the chance to inspect them in great detail with you by his side once again.
Asmo is a complete mess the second he sees you again. Crying, hugs, kisses all over. You’ll get the full treatment when you’re back in his arms.
You already knew how much Asmo loved you. He made it a point to express it to you every day.
But, he’ll want to make sure you know it again when you come back to him. He wants to make sure you can feel it so that you never leave him again.
He was a wreck without you. He was lonely and sad and it was a terrible look for him.
But now that you were back, it felt like the pieces of his heart were slowly healing back together.
Everything felt right in his world when you were in his arms and he planned on never letting go.
But, you needed him to let go, just for a moment. So you could explain what had happened.
He brought you to his bedroom so that the two of you could speak in private and when you told him everything, his eyes lit up with excitement.
His mind was filled with images of how attractive you must look with your new wings and he had to see them.
You agreed to show them to him, knowing it would make him happy and as he took them in, you could see his eyes feeling with lust.
You looked even more attractive than he could ever imagine.
It was a good thing the two of you were in his bedroom already because he wanted to show you how much he loved you and now, he planned on showing you all of the advantages that came with having wings.
Beel loved you and that was a fact that would never change even if your appearance did.
The moment he saw you again, he didn’t see anything else around him.
Your wings were currently out, but he didn’t even notice them, focusing solely on you being in his arms again.
He had been hurting so much since you died and now that you were in front of him, he just needed to feel you in his arms again.
He refused to budge from the hug as he asked you how you were there, so you had to explain everything while your head was pressed against his chest.
He took in all of the information you had said, but he was having a hard time processing it.
You were reborn as an angel? And you fell from the Celestial Realm to be with him?
He finally pulled away from the hug to take in your appearance and that’s when he noticed the wings that were now attached to you.
His big hands reached out to touch them and, despite their size, the touch was gentle.
You blushed at the contact and Beel realized how intimate what he just did was.
He didn’t mean to act so brashly, but he couldn’t help it - your wings were beautiful.
He absolutely loved them and it just gave him more of you to love and cherish.
He took in your wings once more, burning the image of them into his mind, before pulling you into his embrace again and placing a loving kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you for coming back to me,” he told you, barely above a whisper, feeling like he had just regained his entire world.
You gave him a small smile before leaning up and placing your lips on his in a loving kiss before replying, “Thank you for loving me.”
Beel is not only happy about your new appearance but he’s thankful you have more power to help keep you safe in the Devildom now.
Belphie’s eyes are wide when he finally sees you again after all the time that had passed since you died.
He didn’t know how to react because he didn’t know how much he could trust what he was seeing.
He is immediately filled with love and relief but goes against his instinct to pull you into his embrace, choosing to get answers first.
You told him everything you could and Belphie almost couldn’t believe the words that you were saying.
When you were done with your explanation, you waited patiently for Belphie to speak.
“I don’t know if I believe you,” he replied after some time and you felt deflated. You didn’t know how to make him believe you were real.
“I mean the Y/N I knew could never be nice enough to be reborn as an angel,” he added with a teasing smirk dancing on his lips.
You were now glaring at him from the small insult and that look was all it took for him to know that it was really you.
“I mean you don’t even have wings,” Belphie continued. He loved being a brat and riling you up.
You let out a sigh before showing him your wings and that immediately shut him up as he looked at them with admiration.
A small blush rose to his cheeks as he averted his gaze, trying to hide his attraction to them.
But, you knew him too well and couldn’t help but want your revenge for his earlier comment.
“What’s the matter, Belphie? You don’t think they’re attractive do you?” you asked innocently and his blush only deepened.
The two of you often got into these battles, refusing to back down and this time was no different.
If it was a fight to make each other more flustered, he wanted to win just as much as you and it didn’t take him more than a moment to escalate things by pulling you into a kiss.
You might have some extra power and new wings now that you were a fallen angel, but your and Belphie’s relationship would always be the same no matter how you changed.
Barbatos hadn’t given Diavolo any indication as to what was going on when he asked him to come to the main foyer.
But, of all the things, he did not expect to see his lover who had recently died standing there before him.
Diavolo was overwhelmed by what he was feeling when he saw you there, wanting nothing more than to go to you.
He looked to his friend and butler, silently asking for confirmation that you were really there.
Barbatos nodded his head and in an instant, Diavolo was standing in front of you, gently cupping your cheek as his golden eyes looked into yours.
“Have you really come back to me?” he asked, searching your eyes for any sign of this being fake despite Barbatos confirming it was real.
You placed one of your hands over his own before nodding your head and explaining how you were standing there before him.
Diavolo was confused as to how you were reborn as an angel, but he focused on the second part of your story.
You fell from grace - for him. And that detail made him fall in love with you all over again.
You pulled away from his touch for a moment to show him your wings and Diavolo’s eyes darkened as he looked at them.
Not only were you an angel - but you were a fallen angel and there was something incredibly alluring about that. There was something that felt wrongfully right about that. Especially to the future King of the Devildom.
Diavolo wasted no time in inviting you to his bedroom, wanting to finally feel your touch again.
Not to mention the fact that he wanted to test out your new strength as a fallen angel.
Barbatos was the one who sought you out instead of the other way around.
But, with his powers, what else could be expected?
You had died before and he was able to bring you back, but something was different this time. He couldn’t bring you back like before and it was like driving a knife through his heart.
He didn’t give up hope though. He promised himself he would find a way to revive you. To bring you back to him.
And, while he was searching he happened to catch a glimpse of you. It should have been impossible because you were dead - right?
He looked further into it and that’s when he saw everything from you being reborn to everything that led up to you falling to come back to him.
And he met you right at the spot you fell at. You were disoriented and in pain, but as you slowly came to, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you.
When your vision cleared, you saw none other than Barbatos holding you, a small smirk resting on his face as he asked, “What have you gotten yourself into this time, darling?”
And that pet name was enough to send a shiver down your spine as you looked into his green eyes that were shining with excitement.
They trailed down your face before flickering over to your wings - wings that had been manipulated from ones of light to ones of darkness because of the fall.
And he found a twisted gratification in the idea of you “falling from grace”. But, who could blame him? He was a demon and you were his lover.
He immediately took you back to the Demon Lord’s Castle and spent the rest of the night with you.
He had spent far too much time away from you and he had a lot to make up for.
Simeon had returned to the Celestial Realm after his time in the Devildom, but something was fundamentally different about him ever since he lost you.
He didn’t smile as much and the look in his eyes was noticeably duller because he had lost the love of his life.
Simeon was the first to find out that you were being reborn as an angel and the news had shaken him to his core.
He didn’t know what the proper response was to finding out your lover was not only coming back to life but being reborn as an angel.
He demanded he be there when you woke up from the deep slumber you had previously been in.
And he watched over your body as you slept, praying that it would work. Praying that you would come back to him.
When you slowly fluttered your eyes open, Simeon had to hold back his tears as he immediately pulled you into his arms, his head resting in the crook of your neck.
He took in everything about you and you let out a small chuckle at how tightly he was holding onto you.
“I missed you,” he mumbled against you, his lips brushing against your neck and sending a shiver down your spine.
He pulled back to look into your eyes and couldn’t help the smile that formed across his lips.
You stretched your wings out, wanting to see your new appearance and you took them in before looking at Simeon.
A small blush tinted your cheeks as you saw him staring at your wings with a kind of intensity that was far too intimate for any setting but the bedroom.
“How do they look?” you asked him and he brought his eyes to meet yours, feeling the pain that he had been feeling steadily washing away.
He gently stroked your cheek with his thumb before stating, “You’re beautiful.”
Solomon had been searching high and low for the most powerful grimoires in the world, trying to find any way to bring you back to life.
And he wasn’t going to stop until he found a way to have you back in his arms.
But, he never would have dreamed that you would come back to him all on your own.
It didn’t matter if you were a fallen angel or if you still had your grace. Solomon loved you either way.
You could have come back in any form and he would love you, as long as you were you.
If you stayed in your true angel form, Solomon can’t help but think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.
The passion wouldn’t change in your relationship and he had to admit there was something taboo and sinful about being intimate with you as an angel.
But that made things all the more exciting, especially because he knew how powerful you were now.
If you had fallen from grace to return to the Devildom, Solomon would still think you were just as beautiful.
But instead of an innocent beauty, it was one that demanded everyone’s attention.
You looked badass and the dark and slightly twisted look of your angelic appearance was enough to drive him mad with attraction.
As an angel, he would know you had newfound power, but as a fallen angel, there’s an even more intimidating presence that came with that power.
Solomon was used to being the most powerful being in the room, but with you being reborn, your power felt like it matched, if not overpowered, his own and that idea was exhilarating.
Whether you were a fallen angel or not, Solomon would waste no time in being with you.
Regardless of your status of grace, you were his lover and he felt like it had been too long since he had been able to remind you of that fact.
