Hi, this is my first time actually posting my fanfic so plz be nice, my MC may be tough but, alas, I am not.
I might also write the same scenario for the other brothers but for now I’ve only written about Lucifer. (Definitely not because he’s my favourite or anything...)
Pairing: Lucifer x gn!MC
Word Count: 399
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It had been a long day and all you really wanted to do was crawl into bed. You were walking down the hallway at a snail’s pace and were in a world of your own. That is until you heard a very loud, and very agitated scream coming from Lucifer’s room.
Startled, you slowly looked over to the door, which was slightly ajar. Did you dare? He was definitely the scariest of the seven brothers and you really didn’t want to get hung from the ceiling today, and yet you were compelled to check on him.
Approaching the door and knocking tentatively you waited for a response before making any attempt at walking in. It wasn’t long before you heard a loud sigh followed by, “Yes, what is it? I’m busy.” He sounded so agitated, not that that was unusual given who his brothers are, but it gave you second thoughts. You did NOT plan to die today, although maybe your feet had other plans as they began to move on your own.
“Are you alright, Lucifer?” You spoke softly in an attempt to show you weren’t purposefully trying to be nosey. Unexpectedly his eyes visibly softened upon seeing that it was you at the door.
“Ah MC, I’m fine, don't worry. I just have a lot of paperwork to do.” His voice was soft and kind, matching yours.
“...Are you sure?” You took a couple of steps towards his desk. “I heard you scream, that doesn't sound fine to me.” You smiled gently but the worry was still clearly evident in your eyes. You were met with a brief silence. His eyes shifted back to his paper before looking back at you,
“It’s nothing, my pen ran out. I’m fine. Did you come to check on me? You don’t have to worry.” His eyes wouldn’t meet yours. As soon as he was finished with his sentence he turned back to his desk, as if signalling to you that it was time to leave, which of course you didn’t do. Instead you walked up to his desk and took his writing hand in yours.
“Lucifer, you need to take a break.” Your voice was firm.
“But I-”
“No buts.” You stroked his hand gently, “Come with me. You need to get out of this room.” Without argument he obliged, not able to hide the small smile on his lips.
"One day you’ll understand why I pushed you away."
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The gray, stormy clouds over head, welcomed the outside, nature to a light turned heavy rain. The rain hit the ground with a 'drop' and a 'plop'. The sound was calming. The water droplets hitting skin was cold tho. But he didn't mind.
Mammon walked in the garden, flowers shining from the water. The grass waved at him but he continued until he stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a certain voice. He went behind a tall tree and peeked to see MC and Lucifer sitting on a bench. Lucifer's coat was resting lightly on MC's shoulder. The eldest was rubbing their back as MC complained and ranted,
"AGHH! Mammon is so stubborn!"
He fliched at the mention of his name but continue listening.
"He won't talk to me at all! And- I- I just thought that I was getting through to him. Thought that he started to realized my feelings towards him."
He stiffened. Yeah Mammon's not the sharpest tool in the shed but he noticed alright. And he was happy and was going to go and barge into their room to confess but instead as he opened their door quietly, he saw as MC laid sleeping in their bed and a certain blonde brushed his finger's through their hair. So gentle as if they were made of glass, afraid to break them. He remembered he was going to jokingly yell at Satan to get out so he can talk to MC but before he can he watched his little brother brush MC's hair from their forehead and give it a gentle kiss. He then heard him whisper, 'Sweet dreams, I love you, MC...'.
He felt his heart break. He knew his little brothers like MC but he never saw it first hand. Satan was so gentle and stared so adoringly at the sleeping human, then is when Mammon knew he can't have MC. Ok 'can't' is the wrong world. He wouldn't have MC because his little brother, Satan, had already fallen to hard for the human. Mammon knew that the green eyed demon would treat MC much better than him. He, Mammon, was not good enough for this beautiful human, but Satan was. MC might've like the greedy demon but Mammon could never betray Satan. He didn't want the blonde to hate him more, for love non-the less.
He was brought back to reality as he noticed that Lucifer was no longer sitting with the human. Mammon let out a little sigh. Oh how his heart ache thinking about giving up MC. He turned and started down the path he came but stopped once a voice whispered his name,
"Mammon..."
He was tempted to continue walking, pretending like he didn't hear anything but he was nice. He stopped and looked back, his hair stuck to his skelp from all the water. MC ran up to him and smacked his arm causing him to hiss.
MC then grabbed his hands in their's and asked sadly, "Why, Mammon... Why are you pushing me away? D-did I do something wrong?"
He shook his head, pulling his hands away from theirs. He then pushed some of MC's hair behind their ear so it wasn't in their face.
"Naw, MC, Ya did nothin' wrong. No one did."
MC grabbed his jacket and hissed, "Then why won't you talk to me?"
With his enhance hearing he heard the HOL door bell rang, and he remembered that Luke and Barbatos are coming over to bake.
MC looked almost desperate as they gripped his jacket more tightly. Oh how Mammon wanted to hug them and tell them that he loves them and apologize for acting cold towards them but he remembers Satan. This is for him. Mammon doesn't care for his happiness, he wants everyone around him happy.
Mammon knew he was going to break if MC asked in that desperate voice again and he couldn't afford that.
He has been avoiding MC for the past two weeks, cutting their conversations short and running off to do 'business' when in reality he both hoped and didn't that MC would get the hint to leave him alone. They didn't. So now he has to end it once and for all. So Satan can come here and comfort MC. So he can (as Levi would as:) get friendship points with them.
He slapped their hands away, knowing that every word that would come out of his mouth he wouldn't mean.
"Geez MC, I just don't wanna talk to ya. Yer really annoying and cause me way to much stress. You're just being a burden to me, so if you will... Leave. Me. Alone." He said the last part slowly as he leaned to their level.
Tears swelled up in their the corner of their eyes and they shook their head, "No, I don't believe you."
He let out a little laugh and coldly clicked his tongue, "Heh, yup. You are no different from the rest. Ok, maybe it's not the full truth but whatever."
He watched as determination returned back to their eyes and he knew he had to knock them off their peg. He would have to hurt them. Not physically, oh no he would never. But he can with words, right? He has to push them away so Satan can get his happily ever after.
"MC, but it's true that you are a burden. Ya are just a dumb human I have to watch over. Now that ya know yourself around here I don't needa watch you every second." Mammon watched as their eyes widened but he had to get it over with, "So MC, I ask ya kindly. Please leave me alone. I don't want anything to do with you. But my brothers like you, that's the full reason I didn't push ya sooner. They care for you, I simply don't. I simply can't, MC. I can never like a human weather it is platonic or familial. J-Just leave me alone."
He turned as MC let out sniffles. He stopped once a small weak tugged him. He looked back and tried to make the most annoyed expression he possibly can.
"I-I still don't believe you... What is th-"
Mammon pulled away ruffly, "Maybe because you are delusional. But I guarantee ya, that 'one day you'll understand why I pushed you away.'"
Mammon strolled back down that path, leaving a crying, heartbroken MC in the rain.
Once he got in he let out a sigh and put on a confused smile as he walked towards Satan who was sitting on the he couch, reading a book.
"Hey, Tantan-" Mammon started but was cut off by Satan slamming his book shut.
"'Tantan?' Oh my diavolo..- I'm glad no one heard that. Don't call me that!" He glared, embarrassed. The greedy demon shrugged and stated, knowing once he says these words that MC will be forever gone from his grasp.
"Um- It's MC. I saw them cryin' in the garden but I don't have the time to comfort them, I just thought ya would but you don't have to-"
Satan stood up a dark aura surrounding him, "You LEFT them in the rain? Crying? Oh my diavolo, you are so-- UGH. I'll go and see to them." He shoved Mammon out of his way and went out the door.
Mammon let out another sigh and made his way towards his room. Once in there he jumped onto his bed. He noticed that he was crying and he couldn't stop. He let MC go. It hurt him so much. His first true love came into his life and he pushed them away. But it was for a good cause. He thought how Satan was probably comforting MC and they would just cry into his shoulder. Drowsiness caught hold of him and he fell into a slumber. Atleast he could dream of a life with them would be like because it would never happen in real life. At least he could dream.
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Sorry if this isn't the best, as I said I have writersblock~ ^^
I'm the type of writer who goes with the flow and write whatever comes to mind and not think of an ending lol.
Hope you enjoyed this! <3
Have a great day! (And if you are reading this at night, get sleep please and have a nice rest^)
I know that I haven't been here for quite some time (been on a vacation, sorry), but here I am to make it up to you with a Nadia birthday fic (ft. a poem I wrote for a girl years ago, a little bit adjusted to fit the story)!! Happy birthday to our favorite countess, we wish you all the best!! (I know I'm like 10 day late, sorry)
I've been hard-working recently so I pre-wrote two more fanfics, and they'll be posted on Wednesday and on Friday! Hope you all like them!!
Requests are open! Check out my rules for requesting before sending me your ideas, or pick a prompt from my prompts list! ♡︎
Also available on AO3!
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Word count: 1630 words
Trope: General fluff, birthday, angst if you really squint
Pairing: Nadia Satrinava x gn! MC
AU: none
Warnings: none
Picture from Pinterest!
The long-awaited day approached quickly. Usually, every year around this time the whole Vesuvia would be in a hurry, fiddling with stuff and finding the perfect place for everything. Everyone was excited and ecstatic about their countess' birthday.
But this year.. was a bit of a change. Even though it was just around the corner, people did nothing! Not even prepare her favorite flowers to decorate the streets, which usually took weeks! What was happening in her land? Why was everyone acting so strange?
Of course, it didn't bother Nadia. She didn't care about those kinds of things. Her ex-husband was the one who, if this situation happened to him, would go ballistic and lose his head. But Nadia? No, she was far more humble. The only thing she cared about was that her subjects treat her with respect and fairness, just as she did them. They didn't need to celebrate her birthday like a national holiday, they didn't need to celebrate her at all (if they didn't want to). They didn't even need to love her. All she asked was for dignity and respect.
It certainly helped that Nadia was one of the most loved countesses in all of history. People adored her for freeing them off their ex-count and her ex-husband Lucio, whom they weren't so fond of. Plus, she was always kind to them, and always had the best intentions for her people. Naturally, the shift in their behavior towards her on her special day was a bit of a surprise.
Nadia wouldn't even notice it if it was only her subjects who seemed to not care anymore. What's got her head in a twist just two days before her birthday is the fact that her friends, too, didn't seem to care.
Every year before this one, Portia would always get into her bedroom a week before her birthday and wake her up with breakfast in bed and a cheerful: "Happy birth week, My Lady!" And each year the countess would remind her red-head friend that there isn't something such as a "birth week", with a laugh. However, Nadia wasn't awakened like that on the first of July.
Asra and Muriel would gift her together every year. Some potions and trinkets, anything Asra has found on his adventures around the world, neatly packaged with some fruits or plants Muriel found in the forest. However, when she joked about it with them a couple of sunrises before her big day, they pretended to not know what she was talking about.
And MC? Well, Nadia was excited for this birthday much more than for any before just because it was the first time she would spend her birthday with them. How exciting is that?!
Truly saying, the purple-haired woman wouldn't even care if everyone else forgot or didn't care, as long as she could spend the entire day with her partner. There wasn't a better gift for Nadia than spending a full, uninterrupted day with the one she truly loved, her dear MC. Perhaps they could go to the library and browse for a bit, or take a stroll around the town! Then, a picnic lunch, followed by a walk in the royal gardens, and then to finish the day with a slice of strawberry cake, lots of kisses, and endless cuddling. What a perfect birthday!
Those thoughts kept the smile on Nadia's face even after she realized her other friends forgot. Just the night before her birthday, feeling excited about spending the next day with MC, she headed to kiss them goodnight.
"Goodnight, sweetheart.. I'll see you in the morning, okay? And don't worry, I arranged everything already, we will have so much fun tomorrow!"
MC frowned their eyebrows, looking at their girlfriend confused.
"Uhh... What kind of plans do we have for tomorrow, Nadi? I have some work to do with Asra, so is it possible we move those to another day? Please?"
The countess' heart sank in her chest. Crushed but dying to not show it, she swallowed the lump in her throat replying: "Y-yes, of course. I see that you're very busy lately, especially with the magician... Um, of course, dear. Another time"
Her partner smiled, leaving a quick peck on her cheek.
"Thank you for understanding. Good night, Nadi, love you!"
"Good night.."
The purple-haired woman just couldn't believe it. Yes, she could understand that the others would forget. They all lead pretty busy lives, and sometimes there wasn't any time for her. That's okay, of course. But, out of everyone, MC? She had never expected that MC would ever forget her birthday.
Soon, the sun came up and the countess of Vesuvia was officially one year older. However, it didn't feel like it. MC didn't come to greet her, wish her a happy birthday, and kiss her until they both lost their breath. Portia didn't come to prepare Nadia's birthday outfit. It was another regular day, and no one cared.
After getting dressed, she strolled around the big halls of the palace. Strangely, no one else was around. She couldn't find any maids, housekeepers, or chefs. Where was everyone? Trying not to put too much thought into it, she decided to spend her birthday in the library. Surrounded by her favorite books and stories, some of which she brought from her home in Prakra.
She knew that room like the back of her hand - it was her favorite room in the palace, after all. She could easily tell you where every single book was since she read and loved them all. For example, her favorite book of all time, the poetry book she got from her mother, was always on the farthest bookcase in the library next to her favorite loveseat.
Re-reading the pages, Nadia felt hot tears sliding down her cheeks. In all of those pretty poems, every verse spoke about love and being loved. Right now, Nadia didn't feel loved. She felt forgotten and not cared about, especially by her friends.
Suddenly, she noticed a page in the book that wasn't there before.
'But that's absurd, a page can't just make itself!'
She thought, wondering if she just didn't notice it before. However, there was no denying it - the ink was fresh, newly dried, and the poem written on it was completely new. Nadia recognized that writing. She could always pick apart the way MC looped their o's and l's from any other text in the world.
Walking out of the library with the book in her hands, trying to find MC and ask them about the poem, she decided to read it.
"Like a beautiful lavender,
Like the stars in the night
As the warm sands in Prakra
Which under the sun shine so bright
Full of kindness, full of grace,
My beautiful happy place,
Only she.
Her smile could make peace in this cruel world,
And her eyes could bring to their knees any man or girl
There's power and courage in the way she speaks,
and knowledge in anything she seeks,
Warmer than a thousand suns but perceived as cold,
Only she.
And I hate to break her already frail heart
And make her think I won't blindly follow her in the dark
To lie directly to her gorgeous face,
When I know it's better to keep my mouth shut.
Because only she could think that I forgot,
While knowing I love her as the sun loves the moon.
Only she would feel not cared for,
When she knows something surprising is coming to her soon.
Only she would swallow her words that she loves me too,
So, my dear Nadia,
Happy birthday to you!"
As she read the last line, she opened the doors of the grand ballroom, to check if MC was there. As soon as she walked in, what seemed like a thousand voices excitedly yelled: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!". Everyone was there. All her subjects, all the palace staff, all her friends, and most importantly, MC.
"Oh my! What- I mean.. MC? Darling, what is all this?" She asked dumbfoundedly.
MC approached her with the biggest smile on their face.
"Your surprise birthday party, of course! I know that you don't enjoy those big festivals they threw you every year, so I just thought that maybe you'd like a birthday party! Portia made you the cake, and Julian, Asra, and Muriel made the decorations! I organized the things, that's why I was working with Asra so much!"
Nadia looked around, speechless.
"You.." She choked out, new tears of joy spilling from her red eyes, "You remembered my birthday?"
MC put a hand on her cheek, pressing a soft, warm kiss to her lips.
"Of course I did! How could I forget such an important date?! Don't tell me that you thought we forgot?"
They asked with a smirk, pulling her into the crowd to get the party started. They drank, ate, danced, and Nadia doesn't remember having that much fun in years. It was the best celebration of her birthday she ever experienced.
Once the party died down and the subjects went home, MC and Nadia returned to Nadia's bed chambers.
"Oh, Nadi, I just remembered. Did you find the poem? That was a part of your gift, I hope you liked it if you did read it! I left it in the library, in your favorite book, I can go get it for you if you haven't and-"
MC was cut off by the powerful, passionate kiss Nadia gave them. Once she pulled away, leaving them breathless, she whispered:
"That was the best present and the loveliest thing anyone wrote me ever. Darling, thank you so much"
MC smiled, hugging her.
"I'm glad you liked it, Nadi... Happy birthday, Nadia... I love you..."
Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer and MC are in Diavolo's study room to play some card games. While they were playing, MC received a call. Upon picking it up...
MC: Yeah?
MC holds their D.D.D. between their head and shoulder, eyes not taking off from their hand to arrange the cards in strength.
Luke: MC, please help us...
MC: Hm? What happened?
Luke: Solomon... He, uh... He's in the kitchen. Half naked, covered in whatever sauce and is running around the burning stove yelling... Macarena?
Just as he said that, MC grabs their phone and stares at the screen, face unamused. Can they go one day without having to deal with Solomon's shit? Don't get them wrong. They love Solomon with all their heart but often times, they always clean up his mess. With a sigh, MC places their cards downwards and stands.
MC: I'll be there in five...
Luke: *sounds traumatized* Please hurry. Now's he's on the counter doing some-
Simeon: Simeon here. Get here as quick as you can. I've shielded Luke's eyes. He's on the counter... Twerking, as you people say
MC: *pinches the bridge of their nose* Oh, for the love of- I'll be there *hangs up*
Diavolo: What happened?
MC: I'll explain later. I need to save the kitchen for a bit
Barbatos: WHAT?! *gets up and grabs MC's arm before zooming out from the room*
Request: Hello! I have a request! What about a kind and loud mc getting mad at the brothers and absolutely dissing them? Like"I know you ain't talking shit about me with that fucking haircut" type beat. I think it would be funny 😭 have a nice day!
I am so sorry but I struggle so much with writing sass and stuff of that nature so I ended up only writing for Satan. I hope that's okay I didnt want to leave this request any longer!!
Maybe ill revisit this when I'm more confident in my writing, I'm not v proud of this one.
Pairing: Satan x gn!MC
Word count: 681
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Is the House of Lamentation ever quiet and calm?
Much to Lucifer’s annoyance, no it is not. Especially since you had moved in. It’s never hard to find you in the house. There is always some degree of chaos following you around at any given moment… or rather, you are always causing some sort of chaos at any given moment, not that the brothers really mind most of the time, you are their favourite human after all. “Cinnamon roll”, “sweetheart”, “darling” are just some of the words they always use to describe you and your kind and generous nature. But maybe today you’d gone a bit too far in your chaotic ways.
Studying with Satan definitely wasn’t out of the norm for you, and for the avatar of wrath he put up with your shit fairly well, but today you had caught him on a bad day. Lucifer was being particularly agitating towards him with multiple questions and jabs pointedly aimed towards him, and by the time it had gotten to your study date in the library Satan was seething.
Were you trying to lighten the mood? Annoy him further? Who could say besides yourself. Every time he spoke he was met with some sort of lame joke from you. You were not taking the material seriously and all in all just acting like a general nuisance. It was as if Lucifer had put you up to this, and the thought only made him more and more angry, but the last thing he would want to do would be to hurt you or scare you, the best option was to ignore you and work in silence. But of course you only began to ignore your work completely to ask if he was ok.
“Get back to work.” Satan spoke with much more venom than he would usually direct at you and no matter how thick skinned you usually are it stung coming from him, but you’d be damned if you showed that to him.
“Yeah yeah… whatever.” You spoke nonchalantly, and lowered your head back into your book. Hiding the fact that you were hurt as best as you could.
Unusual silence fell between you both. Usually when you would study with Satan, even if it was in rare silence, you’d ‘sneak’ glances at him. ‘Sneak’ meaning you would very obviously admire him and he could absolutely tell, but he would never make that obvious to you. So why aren’t you doing that right now? And of course, he tells himself he couldn’t care less but the more time that goes on in utter silence, with no eye contact, the more antsy he gets, and suddenly he would do anything to go back in time to an hour ago when you were being the loveable pest he loved so much (simp).
“Hey… MC?” his voice was much softer now.
“Yeah?” You kept writing. You didn’t even look up.
“This part of the reading focuses a lot on weaknesses… What’s your biggest weakness?” Was he hoping you’d open up to him after all that? Or say something soft and romantic?
You stopped writing in disbelief that this was the first thing he would say to you after the silence that had consumed you both. “What is this, a job interview?”
“MC.” There was a hint of a smile on his lips now, you were mad at him but at least you were trying to joke with him to.
“I can be uncooperative.” You answered sharply before starting to look over your notes far more intently than you ever had before.
“Oh? Could you give me an example?” He was trying so hard to re-start a conversation with you.
“Absolutely not.”
Granted he definitely should have seen that coming, but it didn't stop a sign from escaping his lips.
“Now you better not be sighing after you're the one who started this whole silent treatment Mr. Daddy Issues.”
One second. That’s all it took for your brain to catch up with your mouth. You looked up sheepishly. You could see the rage in his eyes. You didn't even pick up your supplies, you just bolted out of the room yelling for the other brothers to save your ass from certain doom.
Another random Mammon HC that popped into my head:
So you know how Mammon wears a few pieces of jewelry including rings/earrings?
Imagine taking his jewelry when he’s napping to use an ultrasonic cleaner on them?
I’m sure it would fail immediately, he’s just trained at this point to wake up when someone approaches him sneakily.
Regardless, you continue to make your way to his rings.
Mammon is now in full panic mode because what is the human doing reaching for his hand?!
He’ll spout out some nonsense, but the second you make contact with his hand, he melts.
Still trying to keep composure, he spews on about “Of c-course you would w-want t-to hold hands with The Great Mammon..!”
He is apprehensive of you taking his jewelry, but at the same time he really trusts you not to mess with him.
You ask for his earrings as well and he gets a little suspicious.
“Oi, you’re not trying to blindly rob the Avatar of Greed, right?!”
You smile at him and show him the machine, letting him know you’re going to clean it for him.
He’s smitten, no one has ever showed him such a simple yet wonderful act of kindness??? What is this??
He’s curious so he watches next to you, a little unsure if it will work.
Once you dip in his jewelry, the dirt, crumbs of food and evidently blood that both of you ignore begin pooling out into the liquid away from his rings.
He’s fascinated, and once you pull it out of the vibrating liquid it shines as the day he stole bought it.
His smile could warm your heart for eternity.
Bonus:
He quickly steps away to bring loads of random trinkets to test in the cleaner.
This includes shiny items his crows bring him.
The crows also like to watch you work and chirp excitedly when the item comes out 5x shinier than it went in.
The crows already liked you, but they may switch alliances after this magic.
