Characters Active: Simeon (23), Asmodeus (16), Satan (1)
Ship(s): pre-established Simeon/Barbatos
Trigger/content warnings: none
Headcanons/notes from the author: hehe…
Brief Blurb: Simeon can’t get their mind off of the pretty goth that keeps showing up at work.
Taglist: @graveswrites
“Simeon, is everything okay?”
The person in question snapped out of their trance, giving Asmodeus their full attention. “Whatever do you mean?”
“You’re twirling your hair around your finger and spacing out. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before.” Asmodeus rubbed Satan’s back when he began to whine, and resumed bouncing him on her hip.
Simeon quickly took their hand away from their hair, face growing hot as they began to feel silly about it. “I… haven’t really had my hair this long before, so that’s probably why. Sorry.”
Tilting her head, Asmodeus asked, “Wait, why are you sorry?”
“I… don’t know. I thought maybe you were pointing it out because it was bad.”
“No, of course not.” Asmodeus waved away the thought, then quickly returned her hand to Satan’s back to soothe him. “I thought maybe something was wrong since you are so spacey.”
“Nothing’s wrong.”
After a moment of quiet, Asmodeus asked, “Then… what is it?”
Simeon snorted and shook their head. “You’re nosey.” They glanced at the pot on the stove, then added, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you, but you can’t tell Lucifer.”
“Ooh, keeping secrets from Luci?”
Rolling their eyes, Simeon told them, “Sure.” Asmodeus switched the hip Satan was resting on, then leaned against the counter. Suddenly more nervous, Simeon began to fiddle with their hair again. “That wealthy regular brought a friend with him yesterday.”
“Oh…?”
“Yeah. A really… intimidating and pretty goth person. They were really aesthetically pleasing, so I’ve been thinking about them a lot.” Simeon huffed and crossed their arms. “Then he brought them with him again today too. The beautiful goth is just… so polite, too.” They shifted their weight and averted their gaze, realizing how weird it probably sounded when they talked about it. “I dunno why I’m so infatuated. It’s strange.”
Asmodeus giggled and shrugged. “Knowing you, it’s probably not going to become anything romantic. Maybe you just have a squish.”
“Probably.” Simeon sighed and stared off for a moment. “They’re so pretty. I really don’t want to stare at them like some sort of weirdo, but just…”
“Yeah, that’s how I feel about Solomon.” Asmodeus rolled her eyes when Satan screeched with protest at her taking her hand away for a second to push her hair out of her face. “I mean, I doubt you’re being creepy on purpose, if at all, but you tend to be pretty obviously nervous when someone is attractive to you.”
Simeon frowned and turned away to focus on the food they were cooking. "I do not."
“Uh huh. And I don’t go to parties.” Asmodeus walked to the dining table and set Satan in the high chair, sighing when he shrieked and sobbed with displeasure. “I hope you try to befriend this person. They obviously interest you.”
Flustered, Simeon told them, “Th-That’s probably unlikely, since it’s an employee-customer situation.”
“If you say so,” Asmodeus sang out, petting Satan’s hair. The baby simmered down a bit from his fit, crying turning into sniffles. “Do you think Satan will calm down if I give him some crackers?”
“Maybe.” Simeon left the stove for a moment to dig around in the snack cupboard. “Does he still like the strawberry ones?”
“Yeah.”
Simeon passed the crackers over to Asmodeus and returned to their cooking. They couldn’t help wondering if she was right… As they stirred the food and stared into nothing, Simeon thought maybe it wouldn’t hurt to seek friendship from the pretty goth.
Trigger/content warnings: talking about death I guess?
Headcanons/notes from the author: no headcanons are directly used here.
Brief Blurb: Mammon wants to be with MC forever and is thinking about ways to accomplish it.
It was fairly cold in the human world, and Mammon was not at all affected as he walked you down the street. “Why do I have ta wear these warm clothes? It’s not even that cold out.” You sighed and facepalmed with your spare hand, very tired of this complaint. “I mean, look, I know some humans think it’s weird when people walk around in tank tops and shorts for cold weather, but I’m sweatin’ my ass off.” He huffed, then stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, which you quickly corrected by pulling him off to the side.
“Mammon, babe,” you told him, “firstly, don’t stop in the middle of the sidewalk in the city. You should know that.”
“Oh…”
It was difficult to stay frustrated with him when he flustered and made his cute, embarrassed grin. “Secondly… it’s supposed to get really cold. I know you’re naturally a lot warmer since you’re a fallen angel, but odd looks are best avoided in the human world.”
“Ya say that like I haven’t ever been to it on my own…” he mumbled, fumbling with your hand.
Sighing, you watched him use your hand as a stim toy. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” You pulled him closer, then stood on your tip toes to kiss him. “I know you’ve been here millions of times without me. I just worry about you.”
Scoffing and biting back a smile, Mammon cupped your jaw. “Ya don’t have anything to worry about, darlin’. I’m a demon, remember?” You nodded, leaning into his touch slightly. “I… appreciate ya worryin’, though,” he admitted quietly, face flushing red.
“I just…” you sighed and closed your eyes. “I get really scared about drawing too much attention to ourselves.”
“Babe,” he chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair. “There ain’t a thing to worry about. I’m a big, scary demon. I don’t even have to go into demon form to frighten a human, y’know?”
Your face fell a little. “Yeah…”
“_____…? Why the long face?”
“Nothing,” you told him, averting your gaze a little. “Let’s get going, the store might close if we don’t hurry.”
“Shit, yeah.” Mammon pulled you back into the foot traffic, keeping you close to himself. Once you two managed to step into the store, you both pulled your face masks up. You then took his jacket off of his shoulders and draped it over an arm. “Thanks, babe…” he muttered shyly.
Despite taking the jacket off, you could tell he was still entirely too warm from the store’s heating. “I’m sorry, you’re probably miserable from the warmth.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry, _____.” He smiled, and despite only seeing it in his eyes, you felt relief wash over you. “Let’s get a cart.”
“No, we’ll buy too much if we get a cart.” You ignored his pout as you picked up a shopping basket. “This is my money, Mammon.”
“I-I know…” he mumbled, taking the basket from you before grasping your hand once more. “I’m sorry.”
“I never said you needed to be sorry,” you reassured him softly. “I’m not upset.”
You led him to the produce section, then reluctantly let go of his hand to inspect the various fruits and vegetables. “Why’re ya squeezin’ that thing?”
“To make sure it’s a good one.”
After processing what you said, he furrowed his eyebrows and stared intensely at some of the fruit in front of him. He seemed puzzled, and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you not check if produce is good before you buy it, babe?”
“W-Well… Lucif—…” he stopped himself, glancing around with only his eyes before continuing. “Luci never really has me buy the groceries, and when I tag along I don’t really pay much attention to whoever is actually doing the shoppin’. I just kinda help carry stuff.”
“Didn’t you help Barbatos like, a week ago?” you chuckled, placing some of the good foods in the basket. “I know he inspects everything.”
Mammon pouted at you. “I told ya I ain’t payin’ attention when I help. I jus’ know if it looks weird then I shouldn’t eat it.”
You gave him a gentle smile. “I’m sorry, I’m only teasing, Mammoney.” You very gently placed a hand on the small of his back, then led him to a different area of the store. “You’re just older than me, so I assume you know stuff like that.”
“Th-That’s fair…” He felt butterflies in his stomach from your touch. You were so gentle with him…
“Anyways,” you began, looking at the shelves, “do you still want popcorn for movies tonight?”
Mammon nodded. “Mmhm. Could we get those tiny rainbow chocolates to put in it?”
“You mean M&Ms?”
He bounced on his heels excitedly. “Yeah! Those!”
“Of course, baby.” You grabbed the popcorn and added M&Ms to the list on your phone. “Most of what we still need is in the next aisle.” He followed you close behind, not wanting to get lost or distracted by something. It was a little weird that he wasn’t talking very much. Usually, he couldn’t stop talking while you two were doing stuff alone.
By the time you two had finished shopping and paid, he hadn’t said very much. You were both carrying bags in both hands, and he was absolutely miserable with the jacket back on as well. When you got home, he instantly set the bags down and changed into something more comfortable. You didn’t mind, knowing he would come back and help put things away.
Well, that’s what he usually did. You had put away the cold stuff, and he still hadn’t returned to help. “Mammon?” you called out. When you received no response, you abandoned your task to search for him. Once you reached your bedroom door, he was talking on the other side.
“Lucifer, I ain’t comin’ home…” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Please stop callin’…” His voice was shaky and distressed. If it weren’t for your confusion keeping you in place, you would have come into the room to comfort him. “I want to stay. Jus’ let me talk to _____ about it, please…? I don’t understand why you’re so upset with me…”
You slowly opened the door, and he startled. “Mammon…?”
He hung up on Lucifer, then turned to face you. “S-Sorry…” he mumbled, wiping a stray tear from his face. “I wasn’t tryna make ya put everythin’ away by yourself.”
“Is something wrong…?” you asked, cautiously approaching him. “Do you need to go home?”
“N-No…” Mammon pulled you into his arms a bit more forcefully than he intended. “No… I just… I want to stay here wit’cha… forever…”
“Mammon…?”
“L-Lucifer found out I was talkin’ to Lord Diavolo about… stayin’ in the human world.” He sniffled, and you could feel his hands trembling against your back and shoulders. “I jus’ wanted to make sure it would be fine before I said anythin’ about it to you… but…”
You waited for him to speak, but he seemed to lose his train of thought. “But…?”
“L-Lucifer also found out I was… considerin’… becomin’ mortal…”
You attempted to move, but he squeezed you in order to prevent it. “Mammon—”
“I-I jus’ suggested it ‘cause Lord Diavolo wanted ideas of how I could stay with ya. I m-mean, I would give up anythin’ to be wit’cha…” A muffled sob escaped him, and he burrowed into your hair. “It seems like the best option to me, but Lord Diavolo and Lucifer would rather I faked mortality until you… y-you…”
Carefully, you squished him close to yourself and rubbed his back. “Mammon, giving up immortality is huge.”
“I-I jus’ couldn’t stop thinkin’ about it while we were shoppin’. I want to b-be with ya forever. I d-don’t want ya to go away…” he muttered between small, harsh cries. “I have been alive so long and no one has been so kind to me, or gentle with me…”
“Mammon—”
“I-I can’t take it… I can’t… have a life without ya…” he mumbled, nuzzling into you and kissing your head. “We’ve been together so long now, I jus’ keep gettin’ anxious about it…”
You managed to push yourself away enough to look him in the face. “Mammon, that is a very big decision to make just for me.”
“I’ve been alive forever, it ain’t gonna make a difference…” he said quietly, taking one of his hands away from you to rub one of his eyes. A weak, tiny wail left him as he curled into himself. “I-I’m not set on it anyways. Faking mortality would be easy…”
“It sounded like you are pretty set on it, Mammon,” you stated as calmly as you could. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“A-A couple months…” Mammon took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. “I just… humans… don’t always come back as an angel or demon… y-y’know? They don’t remember anythin’ when they do, either…” he sniveled and ran his fingers through his hair. “I-I mean, sure, ya could come back… but… b-but… we wouldn’t be together anymore…”
“Mammon…”
“I-I just get scared whenever I wanna talk to ya, because I know you’ll think I’m bein’ hasty…”
“Why wouldn’t you want me to become a demon before that can happen?”
Mammon made a half hearted chuckle. “I asked… it’s complicated…”
“Why do you want us to be here? I like the Devildom,” you told him gently.
“I-I want ya safe…”
You giggled a bit, petting his hair. “What makes you think I’m safe here? Humans are always in conflict somewhere. You would be in danger if you were mortal, especially because of…” you trailed off, sighing. “We’d probably be safer in the Devildom.”
Sniffling and shaking his head, Mammon insisted, “You’d be unhappy livin’ there. It’s always dark, ‘n’ you’d probably have to do R.A.D. forever, unless Lord Diavolo could get us permission for inter realm marriage…”
“Didn’t he do that for Solomon and Asmodeus?”
“Y-Yes, but… but Solomon is immortal, and a prominent figure in the human realm…”
You gently cupped his cheeks and brushed his tears away with your thumbs. “Mammoney…?”
He sniffled and choked on sobs, squeezing his eyes shut. “I-I just… I love ya so much, _____… I c-can’t imagine life without ya anymore…” He carefully grabbed your wrists, but didn’t move your hands. “I-I don’t want ya to die… I want you…”
You hushed him and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs once more, keeping the gesture going after he seemed to relax from it. “Mammon, we have time to think about this. We can work it out.”
“I-I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry, treasure…” he muttered, sniffling and squishing your wrists ever so slightly in his hands. “I-I’m sorry… please… j-just pretend I never brought it up…”
“Why don’t we just… put a pin in it? Come back to it later, I mean.” He opened his eyes slightly to gaze at your face, still crying. “Would that be okay? We don’t have to talk about it right now. We have time.”
Nodding and leaning into your hands, Mammon muttered, “Please…”
Headcanons/notes from the author: I am totally normal about this ship… uh huh… so normal.
Brief Blurb: Barbatos visits Diavolo’s new favorite café for the first time.
Taglist: @graveswrites
The café was quiet, mostly taken over by studying students and bookworms. With a chuckle, Barbatos gazed at his best friend. “You weren’t kidding. It’s very quiet here.”
“Yes. It’s nice, isn’t it?” Diavolo kept his voice low and added, “Not to mention, the tea is very good.”
Barbatos raised an eyebrow. “Really?”
Shrugging, Diavolo told him, “You’ll have to try it for yourself.” The two got in line, and Barbatos couldn’t help stealing glances around himself. How had he not been here before? It seemed like the kind of place his father would like.
Once they got to the counter, Barbatos felt his face heat up almost instantly. Fuck, the barista was cute. He glanced at their name tag, then their pronoun pin. The barista finally turned their attention to the two of them and halted their actions with wide eyes. After staring for a moment, they put on a mask-like smile. “H-Hi there, Diavolo. Will you have your usual order today?”
Barbatos looked away, trying to ignore how much his mind was racing. Their black coils pulled into a ponytail, freckles all over their face that could just barely be seen… the kindness in their eyes… a gentle, calm voice accompanying it all… “Barbatos, hey…”
Oh shit.
Fortunately, Barbatos wasn’t staring at them, but spacing out was humiliating anyway. Clearing his throat, he weakly laughed. “Excuse my inattentive behavior. I would like a medium strawberry iced tea, please.”
“O-Of course!” Simeon tilted their head at him. “Anything else?”
“A… slice of the vanilla cake, please…” Barbatos attempted to hide his face in his bangs, “with the strawberries.”
“O-Oh.. that one is good.” Once they finished putting in the order, Simeon asked, “Together or separate bill?”
“Together.” Diavolo paid with his phone before Barbatos could even process what was going on. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course! W-We’ll call it out to you when it’s ready.”
Diavolo lead Barbatos to a booth, chuckling when he exhaled upon sitting down. “You okay?”
Groaning, Barbatos felt his cheeks to reassure himself that he was no longer blushing. “I am just fine. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A loud, joyful laugh escaped Diavolo as he sat across from his best friend. “You only act like that when you find someone attractive.” He watched Barbatos’ face flush bright red once again. “You’re blushing.”
“I most certainly am not.”
They heard the barista call out the order, and Diavolo raised an eyebrow at Barbatos when he didn’t budge. “You’re usually scrambling to get our things.”
“It’s under your name.”
“That hasn’t stopped you before.”
Barbatos squinted at Diavolo for a moment, then sighed and went over to the counter. The barista nervously smiled at Barbatos when they accidentally caught eye contact, but despite themself couldn’t find words. “For Diavolo?”
“Y-Yes…” the barista gestured to the tray, and Barbatos noted the black ring on their finger. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to ask.”
A bit calmer than before, Barbatos nodded and averted his gaze. “Right.” He grabbed the tray, then gave them a gentle smile. “Thank you very much.” When they beamed back at him, he felt like he was going to explode from attraction panic. He wanted to say more, but — despite the thrumming in his chest — decided against it and returned to Diavolo. After all, it was only physical attraction. There wasn’t much to say.
Trigger/content warnings: Mammon briefly calling himself “used goods”, mention of being scared to have sexual intimacy previously
Headcanons/notes from the author: trans Mammon headcanon used here. I wrote this when I literally couldn’t get Mammon X Lord Diavolo brain rot out of my head but then I didn’t even put it on tumblr somehow
Brief Blurb: Mammon and Lord Diavolo reassure each other of their love for one another before making love.
Quietly humming, Lord Diavolo straddled Mammon and tenderly cupped his cheeks. "My love, is this alright?"
"M-Mmhm..." A blush took over Mammon's cheeks as his fiancé brought their lips together. The kisses began soft, slowly turning into something rough and filled with lust. Mammon whimpered when Lord Diavolo bit his bottom lip and tugged on it. "D-Dia... that's..." he trailed off, blushing and gripping tightly onto his love's shoulders. "You're... You're beautiful, ya know?"
Chuckling, Diavolo released Mammon's lip from between his teeth and slowly kissed down his neck to his collar bone before resuming attention on his love's face. "Mammon, do you know that you're handsome?"
"I... O-Of course I know that...!" Mammon exclaimed, gripping his fiancé's biceps tightly in a sudden rush of nervousness. "I just... every time we're together I wish I had more courage than I do to tell ya I think you're beautiful..." He pecked Lord Diavolo's lips, then gave him bunny kisses before pressing their foreheads together. "I get so nervous, even though we've been together so long 'n' we're literally engaged..."
"Well, I suppose it would be difficult to, considering at first you were just my sugar baby..." Lord Diavolo pulled Mammon closer, running his hands down his back. "Which, in hindsight... we never should have done such a thing. You don't deserve that."
"I agreed to it, Dia."
"That doesn't change how it impacted our relationship, and how people will see our relationship." Lord Diavolo ran his fingers through Mammon's hair, loving how it seemed to cling to his touch. "I know the latter shouldn't matter as much, but that might end up hurting you, especially with how Lucifer feels about us being together."
Mammon shushed him, then sighed and closed his eyes. "We don't have to worry about it all right now, do we? I know I love ya. Lucifer can cram it."
An amused hum left Lord Diavolo as he nuzzled into Mammon's neck. "You're right," he muttered, leaving fluttering kisses on his skin. "I love you so much, Mammon." A small giggle escaped Mammon when the kisses tickled, and Lord Diavolo mumbled small praises as he brought his lips ever lower. "I hope you know that I love you."
"Well... do you know that I love ya?" asked Mammon softly, pulling himself away slightly so he could take off his shirt. "I really try to be good about makin' sure ya know I love you."
"Don't dodge my question." Lord Diavolo carefully ran his fingers over Mammon's top surgery scars. "I know you struggle with accepting love, I won't be upset if your answer isn't yes."
Face flushing, Mammon looked away from his fiancé for a moment, figuring out how to phrase his thoughts. "It's... difficult. Most of the time I do know it. I know you love me... but sometimes I jus' doubt it..." he mumbled the last part, feeling ashamed. "I used to think I was unloveable... I still do, sometimes... I mean, I'm... used goods..."
"Mammon, you are not any less important or deserving of love than anyone else." Lord Diavolo kissed him, gently rubbing his thumbs over Mammon's pecs. "I love you."
"I love ya too, so much..." Mammon mumbled against his lips, squeezing his eyes shut in retaliation for his slowly forming tears. "I love ya so much. I love you, Diavolo."
Lord Diavolo carefully adjusted his position on Mammon, then ran his fingers down his fiancé's sides. "I love you very much, Mammon." He took off his own shirt, then gently interlocked his fingers together behind Mammon's neck, taking the opportunity to observe his face. "I'd love you no matter what, so if you're having doubts, you can always talk to me."
"I'll try my best." Mammon carefully leaned closer to Lord Diavolo, then kissed down his chest, letting his hands wander along his body. "Do ya want me to do anythin' specific?"
"I don't think you should let me be in control just yet." Lord Diavolo played with Mammon's white curls, not wanting to come off as overly worried. "We have a safe word, but still..."
"I don't feel scared wit' ya," Mammon told him between kisses to his chest and stomach. "Ya should be in control for once."
Chuckling, Lord Diavolo carefully gripped Mammon's jaw and made him meet his gaze. "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't say it if—"
"Mammon." Lord Diavolo gave him a stern expression, but was careful to not be scary with it. "I'm serious."
"I promise, I'm sure."
"If you're sure..." Lord Diavolo gave him a soft smile, then pressed him onto his back. "You will use the safe word if you need to, right...?"
Trigger/content warnings: brief allusion to Lucifer and MC’s past aggressive physical altercations
Headcanons/notes from the author: this has been sitting in my list of ideas for ages. It ended up different than initially planned but I think it’s one of my best, especially for my Lucifer fics.
Brief Blurb: Lucifer and MC are finally able to be alone together.
You and Lucifer had made your way into his room, completely alone at last. Everyone else was out doing something else, meaning you and the avatar of pride were in a quiet mansion. “Perhaps I could choose a record from the human world, this time.”
“You have human world records?” you asked, a bit bewildered. “Aren’t those boring for you, since they don’t pose any threat?”
Lucifer chuckled and left your side to inspect his collection. “Not all of my records have to be cursed, songbird. I just happen to have mostly cursed records.” He ran his fingertips over the rows of records, humming to himself. “Perhaps you would like to choose?”
A tiny shake of your head, and Lucifer frowned. “I don’t think it’ll change anything if I choose. I doubt you have a song I know.” He perked an eyebrow, then hummed as he turned around to properly look at you.
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t have a song you know,” Lucifer told you softly. “I won’t insist, but… surely you don’t think I would ignore the classics of your part of the human world?”
Crossing your arms, you asked, “Are you admitting to have taken interest in my culture?”
“Perhaps,” he fought back a stupidly large grin, then turned away. “I will choose, but don’t be afraid to ask to change it.” You watched Lucifer pick out a record, then place it on its player and adjust the needle so the music would sound. For a moment, you were sure he was swaying his hips to it as he approached you. “Now, _____… will you dance with me?”
A soft smile spread across your lips and you carefully took his outstretched hand. “I have no reason not to.” He made a pout, but quickly attempted to neutralize it, though it was in vain. “You’re cute when you pout, Luci.”
He bit his cheek to hide an amused smile. “You’re really something else, aren’t you?”
Humming, you took the lead. One hand on Lucifer’s waist and the other holding his own, which caused him to blush. “Well, I am your human master, after all,” you reminded him softly. “I think I’m allowed to tease you within reason.” His face became even hotter, pink stinging his cheeks as he barely maintained eye contact. The fact that he wasn’t lashing out with wounded pride made you glimmer with joy. “Feeling safe?”
There was a moment of only the soft music between you two. “I am. You are safe,” he told you quietly. “Is… that okay?”
“Of course, silly.” You chuckled and moved your hand from his waist to cup his cheek. He leaned into it slightly, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “I would be a bit concerned if you felt unsafe with me.”
He grimaced. “Do you… feel safe with me?”
You hummed and used the hand on his cheek to run through his hair. “Much more than I used to. You’re very safe for me now.” His sigh of relief told you more than any words could. “That doesn’t mean you can mistreat me in the future.”
“Yes, songbird.” He opened his eyes slowly, then carefully leaned to kiss you. “If I ever think to hurt you again, then don’t give me the time of day,” he muttered against your lips.
Trigger/content warnings: death (abuse-induced murder), child abuse, panic attack depiction
Headcanons/notes from the author: As of now, this is being put under the “one-offs” of my human AU. If I get enough motivation to write more of the stuff that happened before the Morningstars moved I might put them into their own sub series. Due to it jumping right in, there is no before the cut paragraph.
Brief Blurb: Lilith dies, and Lucifer does what he needs to do.
Taglist: @graveswrites
The yelling had finally stopped. Their father had left the room. Beel, shaking as he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, called out for his mother. “M-Mommy?”
No response. He patted around the floor, finding Belphie’s arm almost instantly. He shook his twin, crying weakly. “W-Wake up…” When Belphegor didn’t wake, he crawled towards Lilith’s direction and patted around the floor to find her as well. Tears rolling down his cheeks, Beel desperately called out for his mother again before finding Lilith’s leg and shaking it. “Lilith… Wake up…”
The one who had heard Beel’s pleas for his mother rushed to his side. Lucifer enveloped him in his arms, violently trembling but attempting to somehow seem calm. After all, how could Beel feel comforted if he was crying too?
“D-Daddy… he…”
Lucifer hushed him and pet his hair. “I-I know, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I wasn’t here, little one.” He rubbed Beel’s back and rocked him. “I’m here now. That… Th-That..” Words died on his tongue as Belphegor began to squirm beside them. Lucifer wasted no time pulling the small child into the hug, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I’m here. I’m sorry. I took too long. I’m so sorry.”
“L-Lilith won’t wake up…”
With the little strength he had, Lucifer stood up and took his little siblings up with him. They weren’t very heavy in his arms, but he felt like he was going to topple over. Hurrying down the hall with them, Lucifer found his way back to the spot Mammon and his other siblings were hiding in. “W-We need to leave. Right now.”
Mammon kept Levi and Asmodeus’ ears covered as he asked, “Where are we goin’? What happened?”
Lucifer shook his head, blinking out tears. “C-Can’t say.”
“So…” Mammon glanced at his little siblings, then behind Lucifer. “Where are we goin’?”
“Simeon’s. M-Miss Peugeot will understand.”
Mammon carefully let his siblings out of his arms, then helped them stand up. “‘kay.” He took Belphegor from Lucifer, and Levi’s hand. Asmodeus clung to Leviathan’s side, holding their bunny plushie in their arm. “W-We’ll have fun there. Miss Peugeot is nice, remember?” He squeezed Levi’s hand, and the child nodded.
“We h-have to be quick.” Lucifer hurriedly ushered them all to the front door. He checked through the front windows and peephole, then slowly opened the door in hopes it wouldn’t make a sound. After the others exited, Lucifer heard the stairs creak. He froze, heartbeat increasing as the steps got closer to them. He set Beelzebub on his feet, then told him, “Hold [Azzy]’s hand.”
Wide-eyed, Mammon asked, “What are you doing?”
“I need y-you to take them there. I’ll make sure he c-can’t catch up.” Lucifer wanted his body to stop trembling, but it wouldn’t. Voice low, he insisted, “[Mammon], you need to go now.”
Sniffling and nodding, Mammon lead the children away from the house. Lucifer closed the door, and ran into his father’s chest immediately upon turning around. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“D-Daddy…” Lucifer backed into the door, shaking and wiping off his face. “I… I didn’t do anything.”
“Lying won’t get you anywhere.” Adam grabbed Lucifer’s chin and forced him to lock eyes. “Who were you talking to?” Despite his situation, Lucifer couldn’t help being relieved. He didn’t realize what was going on… so they would be safe. “I know Evelyn won’t be home for another hour.”
“Th-The neighbors were asking about the noise. I told them th-that we w-were playing.” Adam narrowed his eyes, then let go of Lucifer’s face. “That’s all. I-I swear.”
“On your life?”
A few tears rolled down Lucifer’s cheeks. He swallowed and nodded fast. “On m-my life.”
“Good.” Adam walked towards the kitchen, and Lucifer’s body tensed. There was a moment of silence. “[Lucifer], come here.”
Lucifer joined his father in the kitchen, legs feeling like jelly. “Y-Yes?”
“Where are the twins?” Adam demanded, grabbing Lucifer’s arm. “You swore on your life, so tell me.” Lucifer whimpered and flinched when he was pulled closer. “Where are they? Tell me.”
“I-I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? I have a hard time believing that when those little shits cling to you and Evelyn every chance they get.”
“I-I said I don’t know.”
Adam threw Lucifer to the floor, and his head hit the refrigerator. A weak yelp escaped him, and he held the spot that hurt. “I’ll deal with you after I get rid of this.” Adam kicked Lilith’s body, and Lucifer both wanted to kill the man as well as run for his life. “Can’t believe she didn’t get right back up. You always did.” Watching his little sister’s body lay limp, Lucifer could feel a sob in his throat. How could he not care less about his own daughter? His little toddler… who he just murdered not even ten minutes ago…
Lucifer could see Adam digging around the cupboards in the corner of his eye. Attempting to keep his labored breath minimal, he silently crawled to the counter and used it to help him to his feet. When Adam said nothing, he began to look for something to attack with. He grabbed the frying pan hanging from the above head counters. He’d accidentally hit his head on it a thousand times before, and it hurt, so surely if he used enough force it would do something…
As quiet as he could, Lucifer stayed on his toes and stepped towards his father. With no reaction from the man, Lucifer swung as hard as he could and banged the pan against Adam’s skull. He fell to the floor, knocked out cold. Lucifer realized he was lightheaded and leaned back against the countertop, beginning to hyperventilate. He looked around the kitchen again, eyes landing on the knife block. Somehow he felt like the knives were calling to him, wanting him to use them.
If he killed Adam, none of them would ever be hurt again…
He stared off, imagining it, wondering what the consequences would be, would he be able to live with it…?
Sniffling, barely breathing, and crying, Lucifer hurried upstairs to his room. He grabbed his phone from his parents’ bedroom dresser, hid in their closet, and dialed for the authorities. He felt like he was going to pass out, and couldn’t get himself to slow his breathing…
By the time the police arrived, Lucifer was curled up in a tight ball and sobbing. A police officer had found him quickly, and she escorted him out of the house. “You’re safe now.” Lucifer wasn’t registering anything she said, too focused on the panic overwhelming his mind and capturing his body. “We’re taking your father away. You’re safe now, so let’s try to simmer down, okay?”
Headcanons/notes from the author: I subscribe to soft Lucifer
Brief Blurb: MC is worried about disappointing Lucifer.
It had been a long day, one that could rival almost all the others you’ve spent in the Devildom. You woke up late, couldn’t eat breakfast, Lucifer was grouchy (more so than usual), Belphie wouldn’t leave you alone, and once you got to R.A.D., it only got worse. One test after another, you could see Lucifer’s disappointed face in your mind’s eye. It was even worse to imagine after becoming his partner, making you sick with worry by the time you had returned home.
You knew Lucifer wouldn’t be home for a while, so you took off your uniform and hid in his bed. You could feel tears building up from stress, but the fear of crying and having him catch you doing so when he came home made you squeeze your eyes shut. All you wanted was for Lucifer to come back and snuggle you, but that wasn’t going to happen. As always, he was going to go straight to work once he finished business elsewhere and came home…
By the time the door opened, you had given into your tears and nearly cried yourself to sleep. “_____? Why are you in bed, baby…?” Lucifer carefully closed the door behind himself, and you heard his footfalls approach the bed. “Are you sleeping…?”
“N-No…” you mumbled, sniffling and wiping your face. “I’m just… exhausted…”
He walked around the bed to your side, then gently sat on the edge with his lower back pressing against your thighs. “Is there anything I can do to help…?”
There was a long pause between you, and for a moment Lucifer thought that you decided against speaking with him. “I-I think I failed my tests today… even though I studied really hard…” you mumbled, wiping your face. “I just d-don’t want to disappoint you…”
Lucifer’s face fell, and he cautiously rubbed your back after considering his options. “If you tried, I see no reason to be disappointed.”
“Y-You’re always talking about how I need to do well, and I-I can’t disappoint Lord Diavolo… b-but I just… I-I just…”
Gently hushing you, Lucifer mumbled, “I know you tried your best. That’s what matters. I know I’ve been… unreasonable in the past. I’m sorry.” He sighed and gently rubbed your tears away with his thumb. “I’m very proud of you. I should tell you that more than I do. You’ve learned how to speak Infernal, you study much more than most of my brothers…” he chuckled, then muttered, “You stubbornly helped my family sort some things out… You stood up to me…”
“I th-thought that pissed you off…”
“At first…” Lucifer cupped your cheek. “I realized that I was being stupid, though… You were right.” His voice wavered a little from the discomfort of admitting such. “I was… just completely wrong going about things the way I did. I thought I was protecting everyone…”
Slowly, you sat up and hugged him close to yourself. “Luci, h-hey… it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up too much.”
“You’re too kind to me, songbird.” He returned your embrace, letting out a soft, relieved breath. “One day you’re going to regret it…”
“Nonsense.” You chuckled and kissed his neck, making your way up to his jaw. “Since we have this whole thing cleared up… why don’t you let me snuggle you for a little bit?”
He huffed, shaking his head. “I was trying to comfort you, but I—”
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured him softly. “C’mon, let’s lay down.”
